Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 183 "Only today did I realize there are heavens beyond heavens!" (Two chapters combined)

Wang Woyun chuckled twice, but there was little warmth in his laughter.

He put the package on the ground, dusted off his hands, and looked like an old farmer in the fields about to start a fight, with his sleeves rolled up.

"Officer Li, I've heard so much about you. To be honest, although I'm a lazy and idle person, I admire the things you've done in the past."

"The shocking case of the theft of disaster relief funds that once gripped the court was ultimately found to be the work of that powerful eunuch. You single-handedly stormed into the eunuch's mansion, executed that close associate of the former emperor without prior notification, and avenged the blood debt owed to the hundreds of thousands of starving disaster victims."

"Before that, there was also the Flower and Stone Commissioner who collected rare flowers and stones for the government, causing widespread resentment among the people. He was also executed by you in the street without any prior record, to uphold the law and appease public anger."

These things are exhilarating to hear; they show fearlessness of authority and unwavering integrity—truly the actions of a great man!

Looking across the world today, there are very few good officials like you.

These words, spoken by the carefree, aloof, and arrogant swordsman Woyun, carry immense weight.

The disciples of Laoshan Sect were secretly surprised to hear this. They never expected that the extraordinary Woyun Hero would have such a high opinion of this ordinary Constable Li.

The unspoken understanding between them was quite evident in their words.

It's probably not because of certain matters that this Woyun hero would be so happy to befriend Constable Li.

"But one"

Li Fu listened calmly to Wang Woyun's praise without being moved, and said with a smile, "There should be a 'but' at the end, right?"

Having said all the nice things, he knew it was time to say the bad things.

"good!"

Wang Woyun's tone immediately shifted, and his gaze sharpened again.

"However, I don't have many friends, and Zheng Shaoqing, the Jade-Faced Incomparable, is one of them."

Zheng Shaoqing is a man of great righteousness, who is always mindful of the suffering of the common people. He appears intelligent but is actually quite stubborn.

He had always wanted to find a wise ruler to restore order to the world and save it from collapse, which could be considered a precautionary measure.

The Iron Stream King was the enlightened ruler he had found.

Whether Zhang Hengbo was an unsuccessful tyrant or a true hero, I am too blind to see through him, and I am too lazy to care.

My heart isn't big enough to hold the whole world, and I can't afford to worry about such trivial matters.

"But you did kill Tie Liuwang, ruined my friend's great ambition, and seriously injured Zheng Shaoqing, causing his dreams to be shattered and him to flee in panic."

If I hadn't met you, it would have been fine; I am indeed a lazy person.

Now that we've run into each other today, it would be a real shame not to ask you for a few pointers to help my friend save face.

His words sounded like he was about to take action, although there wasn't much coldness or murderous intent in his words. It seemed more like he was trying to save face for his friend who had been wronged.

But so much anger and resentment arises from fighting.

Anger is the root of all trouble!

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Master Yunqi quickly stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.

"Master Wang, you and Constable Li are both renowned heroes. Let's not ruin our harmony. Whatever the matter is, let's sit down and talk it over."

"If a fight breaks out, regardless of victory or defeat, it won't sound good if word gets out."

"What does Your Excellency wish to do?"

Li Fu smiled faintly, his expression remaining calm.

He didn't actually have a bad impression of Wang Woyun. Even though this man was going to attack him, he seemed to care about the common people and could be considered a true knight-errant.

"Not so good," Wang Woyun said, stretching his wrists. "Thirty moves is the limit."

I would like to ask Constable Li for some pointers on martial arts.

Li Fu said, "Thirty moves are too many, let's make it three moves."

"Okay, three moves, thirty moves or three moves, it doesn't really matter anyway."

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and won't hurt you.

Wang Woyun snorted.

"I just wanted to let you know that my friend isn't so easy to beat, and to save face for Zheng Shaoqing."

"A storm is brewing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly moved. With that movement, his lazy and slovenly appearance vanished instantly, and he pounced on Li Fu with unparalleled speed, like a gray gust of wind.

With his five fingers slightly closed, his palm contained an unfathomable force, silently yet swiftly striking Li Fu's chest.

This palm strike is the opening move of Wang Woyun's famous martial art, the "Lying Watching Clouds Rise Palm"—"Wind and Clouds Surge!"

Once the palm strike begins, it is truly like a sudden gust of wind rising from flat ground, or clouds swirling rapidly. It is swift and unpredictable, and the palm power is contained within, leaving endless follow-up moves. It is truly an extremely skillful technique.

"This man's martial arts skills have indeed reached a state of perfection, making everything seem effortless. No wonder he can make so many notorious bandits bow down to him."

Seeing Wang Woyun swing his palm towards him, the strong wind already ruffling his clothes, Li Fu remained standing still, his expression calm.

Was it that they simply didn't have time to react, or were they stunned by the swift palm strike, or something else?

The Laoshan School masters, including Yunqizi and Daoist Chongling, were shocked by what they saw.

"So fast, such a swift and fierce palm strike!"

If I were to face this sudden, lightning-fast palm strike, I fear—

Even they felt this way, so the young disciples were even more dazzled, feeling that this palm strike was truly as fast as a ghost, as elusive as lightning, and extremely fierce, and some disrespectful thoughts arose in their hearts.

If it were their own sect leader, would he be able to dodge this blow?

No, this palm strike was indeed as swift as lightning; it would be understandable that no one in the martial arts world could dodge it.

This Officer Li also—

Before everyone could finish processing their thoughts...

Just as Wang Woyun's palm strike was about to reach him, Li Fu suddenly moved his feet.

With a single step, he moved with exquisite skill, his figure as graceful as a willow catkin in the wind or a duckweed on the water. Although he only moved a few feet, he managed to make the palm he was about to strike glide past his chest.

Wang Woyun's palm strike landed in empty air.

In a flash, Li Fu's figure glided gracefully to the left like an immortal, his posture indescribably elegant and unrestrained, as if strolling leisurely, yet incredibly fast.

Li Fu hadn't moved an inch before, seemingly unable to react in time, but now he moved unhurriedly to dodge, completely at ease.

Only then did everyone realize that the speed of that seemingly fierce palm strike was actually nothing to him; he could dodge it at any time without needing to prepare, and he could move whenever he wanted.

"Impressive footwork!"

Wang Woyun felt a chill run down his spine, and at the same time, a competitive spirit surged within him.

His move, "Wind and Clouds Rising," relies heavily on initiative and speed, yet his opponent evaded it at the last moment with such exquisite footwork. The opponent's skill in lightness and agility is likely far superior to his own.

But his change of tactics was also incredibly fast. His palm missed its mark, and with a flick of his wrist, his left palm shot out from under his ribs. A more solid palm force, like a surging undercurrent, burst forth and struck Li Fu's shoulder.

This palm strike is called "Cloud Locks a Thousand Peaks," with layers upon layers of force, like clouds and mist locking the mountains. It covers a very wide area, almost completely blocking Li Fu's left and right dodge positions. It is a move that forces the enemy to take the hit head-on and overwhelms him with force.

"No matter how good your agility is, let's see how you dodge this time!"

Faced with this overwhelming and powerful palm strike, Li Fu no longer dodged, but smiled nonchalantly: "Who said I was going to dodge again?"

He flicked his right sleeve forward, a flick that seemed gentle and weak, not at all like he was going to resist the layers upon layers of powerful and unparalleled palm force.

However, the moment Wang Woyun's powerful palm strike met his sleeve, the surging force, which seemed capable of locking down a thousand peaks, vanished like a mud ox entering the sea, or as if it had struck a strange vortex that was invisible and intangible yet perfectly round and unobstructed.

All the onlookers saw was Wang Woyun's powerful palm strike being pulled, dispersed, and shifted as if by an invisible vortex. Before the layers of energy could even reach his body, they were silently drawn aside by that mysterious force field and dissolved into nothingness.

Li Fu remained as steady as a rock, not even the hem of his clothes swaying, as if the palm force that could split stone tablets was just a gentle breeze.

"What...what kind of martial art is this?!"

Master Yunqi, Daoist Chongling, and others were deeply shaken.

They had traveled the martial arts world for decades and had seen various schools of techniques for neutralizing and deflecting force, but they had never seen such a profound martial art. It had truly mastered all the wonders of shifting force in the world!

He was able to effortlessly neutralize and redirect the enemy's fierce palm strike, like a whirlpool melting ice and snow without leaving a trace.

The disciples of Laoshan were so astonished that their eyes widened.

The power of the great swordsman Woyun's palm strike was astonishing, its force whistling and covering an area of ​​several feet. Yet, under the casual flick of this constable Li, it became completely powerless.

It was as if even the most thunderous and powerful move would immediately vanish into thin air before this Constable Li's three-foot-wide space.

Wang Woyun's seemingly inevitable palm strike failed once again, leaving him even more astonished.

His force, which seemed to lock a thousand peaks in the clouds, was the most difficult to defend against. Yet, his opponent was able to deflect and neutralize the force with such a mysterious move, seemingly effortlessly.

Most importantly, the skill Li Fu displayed in his moves was simply unfathomable!

In a fight between two equally matched opponents, who could move with such ease that they could neutralize the force of the opponent's palm strike without any trace of power?

Two moves had passed, one offensive and one defensive, and Li Fu calmly defused both, without even taking the initiative to attack.

Wang Woyun's heart skipped a beat. Li Fu's martial arts skills were probably far beyond his expectations, but since he said three moves, then it was three moves.

He took a deep breath, his body slightly lowered, and he concentrated all his life's power into his palms, letting out a roar.

"The third move!"

He unleashed both palms simultaneously, their shadows like mountains, carrying the force of wind and thunder—his ultimate move, Mad Cloud Destroys the City!

This move was executed without reservation, its palm strike incredibly powerful and concealing countless subtle shifts between reality and illusion, like layers of mountains pressing down, seemingly capable of crushing a city.

The three moves have been made.

Li Fu finally took the initiative, no longer dodging or defending, but pointing his fingers like a sword and gently thrusting towards the center of the countless palm shadows.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no overwhelming force.

Everyone felt as if a very faint and gentle sword light flashed by, like ripples on the water when willow branches brushed against the surface on a spring afternoon.

The sword light streaked through the air, carrying an indescribable sense of purity and loftiness, as if it were no longer martial arts of this world, but a fleeting glimpse from the heavens.

Wang Woyun felt that the palm force he had gathered and the exquisite subsequent changes were so pale and powerless in the face of this sword intent.

His powerful and imposing palm strike, like ice and snow meeting the sun, instantly melted and disintegrated in the face of this sword light.

A lofty and pure, yet elusive and unpredictable sword intent swept in irresistibly.

Can a person withstand every gentle breeze that blows between heaven and earth?

It's impossible to stop it!

He felt a chill beside his ear, and was suddenly startled, involuntarily taking several steps back.

Once Wang Woyun had stopped, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheek. The right side of the bamboo hat he always wore had a small piece of the edge neatly trimmed off, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

The sword light seemed to be too fast, and a strand of gray hair that had been swept away by the residual force of the sword energy slowly drifted down.

He stared blankly at that strand of hair, then looked up at Li Fu opposite him, who had a calm expression and seemed to be making a casual move, feeling somewhat incredulous and distressed.

Without a doubt, after three moves, Wang Woyun was defeated.

Of these three moves, Li Fuxian used his unparalleled lightness skill to leisurely dodge the inevitable attack, then used a mysterious technique to neutralize the overwhelming force, and finally used a sword strike to determine the fate of the world.

The martial arts skills displayed by the two were simply not on the same level.

Li Fu's three moves not only defeated Wang Woyun, but also shocked the Laoshan Sect members watching from the sidelines, leaving them almost unable to control themselves.

Master Yunqi's pupils contracted, and his face showed undisguised surprise.

As the head of the Laoshan Sect, his martial arts skills and knowledge were among the best in the world, but the three unique skills that Li Fu just displayed far exceeded his knowledge.

The first move, a display of lightness and agility, was as elusive as a celestial being treading on water. The second move, a flick of the sleeve that transformed into a palm strike, was equally mysterious and unpredictable. It was able to silently and effortlessly neutralize Wang Woyun's powerful palm strike, a truly miraculous skill.

Especially that last sword strike—

The ethereal and exquisite feeling of that sword strike still echoed in Yun Qizi's mind.

Skill is close to the Tao!

The heights seemed otherworldly, and the one wielding the sword appeared to be transcendent, standing atop the heavens overlooking all living beings.

Now I finally understand why even a figure as legendary as Zhu Su, the Fairy of Immortal Capital, would be defeated by Li Fu.

Master Chongling's eyes widened, and he almost pulled a tuft of his beard off without realizing it.

Li Fu's martial arts skills were much stronger than anything he had ever seen before; he was almost like a completely different person!

Previously, when Li Fu was in the desert, although he was skilled in martial arts and possessed both wisdom and courage, he was far from having such almost mythical martial arts skills as he does today.

In just a few months, he seemed to have undergone a complete transformation, becoming a completely different person!

The speed of this progress is simply unbelievable!

The elders from Laoshan looked at each other in disbelief, utterly shocked.

"That—what kind of sword technique is that? It was only a fleeting glimpse, yet it felt incredibly profound, as if it encompassed the mysteries and profound principles of heaven and earth!"

"Terrible—so terrifying!"

I have practiced swordsmanship all my life, and only today do I realize what it means to have a heaven beyond a heaven!

Even if one were to master the legendary Canglang Yuntao Sword technique created by our sect's founder to the legendary level, I'm afraid—I'm afraid—it would be difficult to surpass it!

"Years ago, when the Fairy Zhu Su of the Immortal Capital came to our door, Senior Brother Chong Ning met her with the Canglang Yuntao Sword, which was at the peak of its power. She was defeated in less than fifty moves. At that time, we all felt that the Fairy Zhu Su of the Immortal Capital's swordsmanship was divine."

It was rumored that Fairy Xiandu had returned to the martial world with even more refined swordsmanship. It was hard to imagine what she would be like with such advanced swordsmanship, yet she still ended up being defeated by this Constable Li.

"I used to think the rumors might be exaggerated, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes—even if the Fairy of the Immortal Capital's swordsmanship has improved, her defeat was not unjust. We were just sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

The young disciples of the Laoshan Sect were dumbfounded, as if struck in the heart by an invisible giant hammer.

"This—this—"