Ultimate True Lord

The footsteps drew rapidly closer.

Two figures quickly emerged from the forest.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group wore a gray cloth jacket. He appeared slightly overweight, but was actually a muscular physique with excess fat. A long, narrow scar ran across his left cheek, giving him a particularly fierce look.

Behind them stood a young man, tall and slightly taller than the middle-aged man. His eyes held a hint of fierceness.

In an open space surrounded by several mangrove trees.

Jiang Ming remained calm, his back to the two men, and unhurriedly placed the golden thread grass into the medicine box.

Scarface stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on Jiang Ming, his tone domineering and arrogant.

"Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over the red medicine!"

"We noticed the unusual condition of the trees here a while ago. This golden thread grass was first discovered by our Guang Sheng Pharmacy!"

Clearly, he wanted to intimidate others first and forcibly seize the Golden Thread Grass.

At this time.

Jiang Mingcai slowly stood up, turned around and glanced at the two of them, his pupils dark and deep, and said calmly.

"What if I don't pay?"

Scarface immediately chuckled, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"You look like someone from another herb-gathering team in Wangyue City."

His face immediately darkened, and his tone turned cold.

"But this is a desolate wilderness, with no one around. If you're foolish enough to die here in these deep mountains, no one will ever know..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming's lips slowly curled into a cold smile, and his dark gaze swept over the two of them.

"So you knew there was no one else here."

"Even if I kill you, no one will know it was me."

The moment the words left his mouth, the two men with scars turned pale, their killing intent completely uncontrollable.

Without the slightest hesitation, they raised their hands simultaneously without warning.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Three or four packets of lime powder flew out and whizzed towards Jiang Ming's face.

However, what awaited these bags of lime powder was another five or six bags of lime powder! The two passed each other by, flying towards their respective targets.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The lime powder on both sides exploded in the air at the same time.

A white powder instantly filled the air, obscuring the surrounding view.

In that instant, the three seasoned veterans, with their extensive combat experience, reacted with lightning speed, all turning their heads and bodies to dodge the incoming lime dust.

However, Jiang Ming acted much faster.

"call!"

The white mist was instantly torn apart.

A fierce palm strike, carrying the momentum of a tiger descending a mountain, came crashing down.

"despair."

Scarface's eyes narrowed, he took a step forward, and his right hand lashed out like a whip, making a whooshing sound in the air.

"Thump!"

In mid-air, fists and palms collided.

The surrounding airflow expanded rapidly outwards as if it had been blown apart. Because the lime was visible in the air, it looked like a transparent sphere about half the size of a person had appeared in mid-air.

"Soft power!"

Scarface stared intently at Jiang Ming, then flipped his palm up, causing the strong muscles on his upper arm to bulge and writhe.

"call out!"

The moment the fist was thrown, the airflow was torn apart again, producing a sharp, whistling sound.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two exchanged blows several times, colliding repeatedly.

Jiang Ming's arms moved like javelins, striking out in two dangerous arcs, either smashing down Scarface's fists or aiming for his vital points.

With a wave of his arms, palm shadows flew everywhere, creating a scene reminiscent of a sky full of shadows.

Most of his moves are straightforward, open attacks, but he occasionally switches to covert ones in an instant. He switches between open and covert attacks with ease, as if it were second nature.

"Knock knock knock!"

Another exchange of blows ensued, and Scarface, caught off guard, was forced to stagger back several steps, leaving several footprints in his wake.

"call out!"

A python-like arm followed closely behind, leaving a white streak in the air—the mark of the lime gas being rapidly compressed.

It looked like the palm was about to strike.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ming suddenly changed his move, spinning around and slashing out with his arm like a broadsword, unleashing the "Singing Sand Hand" technique.

Instantly, the young man who had charged in from the side had his fist deflected, the force of the blow dissipating. He was sent flying backward to the side.

Jiang Ming slowly withdrew his palm, his gaze quietly fixed on the two of them.

He is now testing his combat power under normal circumstances. Without using the Crescent Moon Step or the Bone-Piercing Force, he is simply relying on his Soft Force cultivation, along with his honed techniques, to see what he can achieve.

It now appears that Jiang Ming's basic strength has surpassed that of ordinary soft-style practitioners. Even the scarred-faced veteran of soft-style techniques is gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

"Lu'er, let's go together!"

opposite.

The scarred man, having recovered, looked at Jiang Ming with a serious expression and spoke. Although Jiang Ming had the upper hand just now, it was only by a slight margin. He and his nephew, working together, might be able to turn the tide!

next second.

The two attacked simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right, one using fist techniques and the other claw techniques. One used soft power, the other hard power, and their coordination was perfect.

Two attacks, one in front and one behind, instantly pressed down on Jiang Ming.

"call out!"

however.

Jiang Ming took a step, drawing a crescent moon arc on the ground, and instantly moved nimbly, flashing past like a shadow.

"call out!"

A slanted palm strike suddenly entered Scarface's attack circle, like an iron shovel chiseling through ice, and hit him hard on the side of his forearm.

"call!"

A gentle breeze swept by, and Jiang Ming instantly leaped another meter, his arm whipping across the young man's shoulder like a whip.

Instantly, the combined attack of the uncle and nephew was easily thwarted by him. Although their attacks appeared to be simultaneous, there was still a gap between them.

It was precisely this brief interval that Jiang Ming, using the Crescent Moon Step, seized the opportunity. With a swift turn, within a small space, it seemed as if he wasn't facing two people, but rather splitting the one-on-two situation into two one-on-one encounters.

The siege was resolved instantly.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The three of them were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging punches and palm strikes, their arms clashing, using all sorts of moves, producing a series of muffled thuds.

At this moment, both the scarred man and the young man were in great pain, their bodies covered in cuts and bruises of varying degrees. Jiang Ming, on the other hand, showed no signs of injury, continuously using his agility to launch attacks back and forth without any apparent cause.

"He's probably playing us! He clearly didn't use that movement technique just now!"

Scarface's face was grim as he unleashed a fierce attack.

I wonder if Jiang Ming has finished his experiments.

With a flick of his wrist, his penetrating force suddenly erupted, and an invisible force condensed, tearing straight through the air and striking the scarred man's fist hard.

Scarface let out a muffled groan and stumbled backward, his arm trembling slightly as if his entire bone was vibrating violently.

"Mastering the art of softness?! He's just playing us!"

"what!"

Scarface roared, like a hotheaded youth blinded by rage, and swung his arm, throwing a punch at Jiang Ming who was chasing after him.

however.

Just as the fist was thrown, a sharp dagger was found hidden in his palm, its tip peeking out slightly through his fingers.

It was clearly an extremely insidious hidden weapon.

In front.

Jiang Ming ignored him and continued his straightforward attack, slashing down diagonally with his palm at high speed. He was clearly going to use his bare hand to collide with the sharp spike.

"Ding!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

A flash of silver light appeared suddenly, followed by a piercing scream.

In the open space, Scarface lay deathly pale, his left hand clutching his trembling right wrist. His index and ring fingers had been cleanly severed by something sharp. Bones and tendons were white, and blood gushed forth.

Two meters away.

Jiang Ming remained expressionless, casually flicking his hand. The iron ghost claw hidden in his palm trembled slightly, releasing a few drops of scarlet blood.