Ultimate True Lord

"Bang bang bang!"

Wang Zheng and Wu Kui exchanged blows dozens of times.

Both sides launched extremely fierce attacks, but neither could gain the upper hand.

In the final moments, both men used a softer approach. One's arm seemed to be covered by a thick, brown leather glove, his palm carrying explosive force as he struck down. The other's fist, yellowish and as hard as a rock, slammed down heavily.

"Thump!"

Both of them staggered backward, barely managing to stop themselves.

The old man with the Split Wind Leg technique immediately stepped forward and announced that the two sides were evenly matched.

Next.

Third senior brother Chen Jian stepped onto the stage to face Shen Zhou of Hengjiang Fist.

The two immediately engaged in combat, unleashing their respective martial arts skills.

Chen Jian was initially very confident, believing he could easily defeat his opponent. He made fast and fierce moves, and was aggressive.

However, the more he fought, the more alarmed he became. Shen Zhou's strength was beyond his imagination, and his moves were exquisite and tricky. Moreover, he had surprisingly rich practical experience.

"A hundred miles across the river!"

After a series of collisions.

Shen Zhou seized an opening in Chen Jian's defense and suddenly unleashed his trump card. With a single punch, he broke through Chen Jian's stance and secured the round.

With the result of a draw and a loss, the Red Sand Martial Arts School suddenly became much quieter, and the atmosphere became particularly somber.

After the soft-style strength competition ended, it was quickly the turn of the four hard-style strength disciples. This time, the Red Sand Martial Arts School managed to salvage some face. The top three disciples performed steadily, securing two wins and one loss.

In the final, intense match, Fang Heng was the one to take the stage.

Opposite them, the one who entered the fray with the Hengjiang Fist style was Shen Rou, the only female martial artist among the four powerful disciples. She had a pretty and delicate appearance, and a well-proportioned figure. But her movements were clean and efficient, showing a solid foundation.

The two started fighting and quickly became entangled in combat.

However, after exchanging more than a dozen blows, Fang Heng gradually gained the upper hand.

He was frivolous, and after gaining the upper hand, he deliberately moved closer to Shen Rou during the fight. His movements were somewhat unsavory, as if he wanted to take advantage of the situation during the fight.

This directly angered Shen Rou on the other side.

Shen Rou roared angrily, her moves instantly becoming fierce and ruthless as she launched a full-scale counterattack.

Caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, Fang Heng's flustered counterattack resulted in him striking without restraint, his power completely out of control.

He struck her hard in the chest with a heavy palm, causing Shen Rou to stagger backward and fall to the ground, clutching her chest and coughing up blood.

Not far away, Shen Zhou saw this scene clearly, his eyes turned cold, and his face instantly darkened.

Finally, the old man with the Split Wind Leg took to the stage and announced Fang Heng's victory.

The two martial arts schools clashed using soft techniques, resulting in one draw and one loss. They also clashed using hard techniques, with three wins and one loss. In short, they were evenly matched, so this can be considered a draw.

It was midday in the afternoon.

The martial arts sparring match came to a complete end in a tense and awkward atmosphere.

The disciples returned to the Red Sand Martial Arts School. Those who had participated in the battle received rewards.

Those who ultimately won the match received half a red herb, a precious and highly nutritious substance.

Fang Heng was also in a great mood after getting half a red herb.

Before nightfall, he gathered a few followers and led them towards the pleasure boat on the Mushui River, presumably for another night of revelry.

In the inner courtyard of the Red Sand Martial Arts School, Jiang Ming, his fourth senior brother Liu Mao, and Chen Yu, who often sparred with him, gathered together and began their usual combat practice.

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As the sun gradually set, the afterglow slowly faded. The sky gradually darkened, and a faint twilight enveloped the inner courtyard of the martial arts school.

In a corner of the inner courtyard, Jiang Ming and Chen Yu were exchanging moves and practicing their skills, while their fourth senior brother, Liu Mao, watched from the side, occasionally offering a few pointers.

A moment later, the two stopped fighting, feeling that they had practiced enough for the day, and were just about to end their sparring and head home.

Suddenly, two disciples rushed in from outside the martial arts school gate, looking somewhat flustered. They were anxious and hurriedly ran towards Elder Liu's residence.

Not long after, Elder Liu also hurried out, leaving the martial arts school with a solemn expression, heading towards the inner city.

Inside the inner courtyard, the remaining disciples looked at each other, filled with doubt, none of them knowing what had happened outside.

Before the crowd could discuss it for long, less than fifteen minutes had passed.

The courtyard gate was gently pushed open again, and Wen Jin, dressed in plain white clothes, strode in. He went straight to Liu Mao and Jiang Ming, getting very close, a cheerful smile on his face, and began to speak.

"Guess what I ran into on my way back?"

Liu Mao casually remarked, "Could it be related to Old Master Liu's hurried departure just now?"

Wen Jin chuckled lightly, a gloating look in his eyes.

"It's Fang Heng. Didn't he just take some people to the Mushui Painting Boat to have a good time? Halfway through, he was suddenly attacked and seriously injured by a mysterious person of unknown origin."

Upon hearing this, all the disciples who hadn't left the inner courtyard were stunned. Some whispered in shock.

"What? Fang Heng was actually seriously injured?"

Fang Heng's strength is evident to all; he just defeated his opponent in a sparring match with Hengjiang Quan. He is almost at the pinnacle of his powerful, hammer-like punches, yet he was still severely injured.

That can only mean that the person who made the move at least used soft strength!

"Who do you think did this? Ordinary forces wouldn't dare to provoke the Red Sand Palm," a disciple whispered.

"Could it be Yokoe-ken? After all, we just had a sparring match this afternoon. They couldn't beat us head-on, so they're planning to resort to underhanded tactics!"

Someone offered their speculation.

Beside him, Wen Jin scoffed, his tone indifferent.

"Hehe, I don't think it was Yokoe Ken who did it."

"Fang Heng is usually arrogant and domineering, always causing trouble. He'll get his comeuppance sooner or later. This time, he's probably offended someone who's not to be trifled with."

"They taught him a lesson, which is good for him and will teach him a lesson he won't forget."

Jiang Ming's eyes flickered, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "How is Fang Heng's injury? Will it be fatal?"

Wen Jin glanced at Jiang Ming, shook his head, and spoke with no sympathy, only a hint of regret.

"The person who made the move must have had some reservations. They were probably afraid of completely offending our Red Sand Martial Arts School, so they didn't dare to go too far. They didn't break any limbs or injure any vital organs; it was just skin, flesh, and bones that were damaged."

"He'll need to rest in bed for at least a few months. For Fang Heng, missing so much time in his cultivation is quite a punishment. However, once he's fully recovered, he should be able to catch up."

"I have to admit, he has really good natural talent."

Inside the courtyard, everyone was astonished by the news, discussing it amongst themselves. Jiang Ming, however, stood quietly in place, his face revealing little emotion, muttering to himself.

"yes……"

No one noticed that his eyes were downcast and icy cold.

Like a wolf lurking in the night, suddenly smelling the scent of blood in the distance, the murderous intent hidden in its heart begins to stir restlessly.