Ultimate True Lord

"Hmph, it seems you've only been practicing for a short time; your skills are far from perfect! If this is all you've got, you're dead today!"

Ren Lie sneered, and with a swift movement, he was about to pounce forward again.

Seeing this, Jiang Ming also gave a cold laugh, his tone tinged with amusement, and glanced to the side: "You should check on your men first."

Ren Lie was startled by the sound and turned to look.

Under the cover of night, two of the six men he brought were killed at the start, and the remaining four were being held back by Lin Fei and two other guards.

Six or seven herb gatherers, though not proper martial artists, rushed forward wielding machetes and sticks.

With their superior numbers, the four bandits were already overwhelmed and retreating steadily, and it seemed that more casualties were imminent.

"Third Master!"

One of his confidants cried out in a disheveled manner.

"court death!"

Ren Lie's eyes flashed with anger, and he let out a low growl.

These men were his trusted confidants, the foundation upon which he held his position as the third-in-command in Black Stone Village. Losing even one of them would be like losing an arm. If they all died here, his position would be in grave danger.

Ren Lie could no longer afford to fight Jiang Ming; he turned around anxiously to rush to his subordinates' aid.

But Jiang Ming had already anticipated his movements. He took a step forward and blocked his path like a shadow, saying in a cheeky tone.

"Third Master, don't be in such a hurry, play with me a little longer."

"You're asking for it!"

Enraged, Ren Lie unleashed a furious attack, his fists several times more ferocious than before, power surging from his arms, the wind from his punches fierce. He clearly intended to finish the fight quickly, repel Jiang Ming, and then extricate himself to rescue his men.

"Knock knock knock!"

Instantly, the two exchanged several blows, producing a series of muffled sounds.

Jiang Ming felt his arms go numb and was forced to retreat repeatedly by this fierce force, and for a moment he was unable to defend himself.

Seeing this, Ren Lie pressed his advantage, exhaled and roared, unleashing his full power once more. His fist emitted a faint black aura as he delivered a vicious punch straight to Jiang Ming's shoulder.

Across from him, Jiang Ming neither dodged nor avoided, his right hand suddenly resting on the waist pouch at his side, his gaze cold and sharp as a knife, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

Ren Lie, a seasoned veteran of the martial world, felt a strong alarm bell ringing in his heart. He forcefully withdrew his fist and blocked, holding it against Ren Lie's face!

This sudden contraction and release caused him to feel a tightness in his chest, and his blood and qi almost became disordered.

But the expected lime powder did not come.

Ren Lie instantly realized he'd been tricked by the kid. He'd used up all his lime after using it so many times.

That move just now was clearly designed to test his guard, a deliberate feint by a seasoned veteran.

"That kid!"

Ren Lie was both shocked and furious, and cursed under his breath.

In the distance, the screams and cries for help from his trusted subordinates echoed again, each sound piercing the ear.

Ren Lie's anxiety intensified. Having seen through the feint, he became even more reckless, his punches growing increasingly fierce, forcing Jiang Ming into a series of retreats, barely managing to parry.

He roared, unleashing all his power, and punched Jiang Ming straight in the face.

At this moment, Jiang Ming quickly placed his right hand on his waist again, making the same move as before.

"Trying to fool me again! Wishful thinking!"

Ren Lie sneered, not even blinking, his fist undiminished, carrying a strong wind as it slammed down.

But in the next instant, Jiang Ming suddenly swung his right hand!

"Bang bang bang..."

Four or five packets of lime wrapped in thin oil paper exploded at the same time, and white ash scattered everywhere, instantly covering an entire area in front.

Ren Lie was terrified and hurriedly turned his head to dodge, but there was just too much lime in front of him, and he had no way to avoid it.

The scorching powder stung his eyes, causing him excruciating pain and bringing tears to his eyes.

My entire field of vision was a white blur, with only the scorching heat remaining.

"call out!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jiang Ming suddenly burst forth, shooting out like an arrow released from a bow.

With a surge of powerful energy, his palm was enveloped in white frost, and his strength nearly doubled as he fiercely slammed towards Ren Lie's head.

"Bang!"

Ren Lie heard a gust of wind and instinctively dodged. Although his temple escaped unscathed, his entire right cheek and chin were struck hard.

"puff!"

A gush of blood spurted violently from his mouth, along with several uneven, yellowed teeth, which fell to the ground.

Ren Lie's head was buzzing, his eyes were burning with pain from the quicklime, and everything in front of him was a blur of white. He could only stagger backward, desperately trying to find something to steady himself.

Finally, his back hit a cold, hard object, and he felt a sense of relief, thinking that he finally had support.

Unexpectedly, the next second...

A sharp, piercing sensation suddenly stabbed into my back.

That wasn't something to lean on at all, but rather the long sword that had been knocked to the ground earlier.

Behind Ren Lie, Jiang Ming gripped the hilt of his knife, expressionless, and with a burst of power, thrust it forward without hesitation.

Pfft!!!

The blade pierced through his chest, and blood gushed out instantly.

"what!"

Ren Lie screamed in agony, forcing his eyes open before dying. He gripped the blade on his chest tightly with both hands, uttering four words one by one.

"You...you despicable!!!"

Jiang Ming withdrew his longsword with a clang, flicking away the droplets of blood. Without a trace of shame, he humbly said, "You flatter me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Lie collapsed to the ground with a thud, his life force rapidly fading away. His slightly twitching face revealed a deep sense of frustration, and the intense resentment in his pupils was almost overflowing.

Ren Lie should have had a significant advantage in this battle. However, Jiang Ming's various underhanded tactics gradually weakened him, eventually turning him into a disadvantage and leading to his immediate death.

"call……"

Jiang Ming exhaled a long, hot breath.

He glanced at Ren Lie's corpse, then went up and stabbed him in the throat. Only then did he look down at his own hands, which were now bright red.

"In a head-on collision, I am no match for him."

"This person has been immersed in the power of strength for many years and can fully control the release and release of power, and can unleash multiple bursts of qi and blood in a short period of time."

After this battle, Jiang Ming also clearly saw his own shortcomings. He had only recently entered the realm of the Mighty Strength, his cultivation speed was slow, and his strength was clearly inferior to Ren Lie's.

If he had Fang Heng's talent, he would have been able to control his strength at this moment, and he would not have been forced into a disadvantageous position during the fight.

"We still need to use the original furnace."

"The increase in cultivation speed should be immediately noticeable for someone like me with average to below-average aptitude."

"We must obtain another cultivation technique to serve as fuel for the Primal Furnace."

Jiang Ming's thoughts flashed through his mind.

The sounds of fighting continued in the distance.

He snapped out of his daze and instantly lunged into the distance, unleashing the power of his Red Sand Palm. Two palm strikes were enough to take down a bandit, his attack swift and decisive.

Moments later, most of the remaining bandits were killed, leaving only one alive, whom they intended to detain and interrogate.

Jiang Ming turned back and began searching Ren Lie's body, but after a thorough search, he found no trace of the cultivation technique manual. It seemed that Ren Lie had already mastered it and memorized it, so he didn't need to carry it with him.

However, he didn't gain nothing.

A heavy black cloth money bag, with a corner slightly stained with blood. Upon opening it, one could see that it contained more than ten taels of gleaming silver.