Ultimate True Lord

The fierce palm strike, combined with the bone-piercing force, pierced through the back of the leader, tearing through his thick clothes with a ripping sound.

His strong physique involuntarily staggered forward, falling more than ten meters before he barely managed to stop.

The leader turned around, his face slightly contorted, a flicker of pain in his eyes. On his back, a scarlet palm print was branded into his skin, the underlying flesh a dark blue-black mass, clearly indicating it had been smashed to pieces.

"What an uncanny lightness skill! It's silent when it's activated, and if you're not careful, it can get behind you! You have to be careful at all times."

The leader felt a chill in his heart and kept reminding himself.

However, when he looked at Jiang Ming, he found that the other party had disappeared without a trace.

"call!"

A gentle breeze blew by.

Jiang Ming, having somehow already crossed several meters, appeared behind the leader. He slashed down with a palm, aiming for the back of the leader's head.

"Fire Yama Whip!"

The leader's hair stood on end, and he instinctively turned and lashed out with a strike. His arm cracked through the air like a whip, producing a muffled sound.

It was as if the airflow had been blown out of control.

"Snapped!"

With a burst of soft force, he slammed his arm into a large tree behind him, blasting a hole the size of a bowl into it, sending yellow and white debris flying everywhere.

The moment the leader turned around, Jiang Ming shifted his position, dodging the opponent's burst of power. With a quick turn of his feet, he left the attack range. This was the offensive initiative gained from absolute superiority in movement technique!

"call out!"

Another palm strike landed, swift as lightning and powerful as a galloping horse.

The leader, relying on his extensive combat experience, barely noticed and threw a side punch. However, he lacked sufficient strength and reacted hastily.

The moment of collision.

"Hiss!"

He slashed two black marks on the ground with his feet.

"despair!"

The leader took a step forward, spun around and swept his right arm like the blade of a Guan Dao, finally catching up with Jiang Ming's figure.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ming braced himself with both arms and quickly blocked the attack.

Then, he twisted his arms together violently, lunging out like a python, and turned to slash at the leader's arm.

The leader quickly withdrew his right arm while simultaneously striking out with his left arm, like a powerful spear being fired—fierce and formidable.

"Bang!"

The boxers collided, producing a series of booming sounds, their force like thunder striking the ground.

"Clap clap clap clap clap!"

Two blurry figures suddenly intertwined, and a series of blocking sounds exploded, with ripples of light white air emanating from the surrounding area.

At this moment, the two displayed true combat skills, far surpassing anything seen in the ring. Every move aimed straight for vital points, employing both overwhelming force and underhanded tactics. Punches, elbows, knees, shoulders, and legs—they used every trick in the book.

The leader of Black Stone Village, as expected of a bandit chief who had dominated the area for years, had accumulated a wealth of combat experience that far surpassed that of ordinary masters of soft strength. His decisiveness and reaction speed in that instant were truly astonishing.

But there was nothing they could do; Jiang Ming was just too fast!

He seemed to possess not just one soft force, but rather the combined power of two soft forces. His movements were swift and unpredictable. The leader had to keep his attention constantly on Jiang Ming in order to barely react.

However, Jiang Ming was like a ruthless and venomous snake lurking in the grass.

They would repeatedly emerge from the cave, lunge and bite, then retreat immediately upon contact, quickly escaping the leader's attack range. This repeated cycle eventually yielded a reward.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ming's heart-piercing hand pierced through the gap in the leader's arms and struck him squarely in the chest.

The leader grunted and staggered backward, a piercing pain shooting through his chest, his heart seemingly in disarray for a moment. The bone-piercing force had struck his left chest, seemingly indirectly injuring his heart.

His blood rushed to his head, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm no match for him!"

This was the first time such a thought had crossed the mind of the Black Stone Village chief. The anger in his mind had been completely extinguished, and he immediately felt the urge to retreat.

However, Jiang Ming flashed and firmly stuck to the leader.

The two men clashed arms, practicing their fists, their flesh and bones far tougher than ordinary people. Their blows now sounded like weapons clashing, producing muffled thuds.

The leader grew increasingly astonished as he fought, feeling as if Jiang Ming's palms were forged from steel, incredibly hard, seemingly fifty or sixty percent harder than his own well-honed fists. No matter how hard he punched, there was no reaction.

On the contrary, his own iron fist was slightly red, his bones were numb and vibrating, and his fist strength was getting weaker and weaker.

The two figures collided and twisted their way to Liu Longquan's battlefield on the other side.

Jiang Ming waved his hands, like long javelins in front and behind, constantly suppressing the leader.

However, at one moment, as he struck out with his palm, his body suddenly slumped down.

The leader looked ahead in confusion, only to see a short, stout figure behind Jiang Ming. The figure suddenly turned around and flung out a cloud of lime powder.

"Bang!"

Because the transition was so rapid, the leader couldn't react instantly. He managed to turn his head slightly, but quicklime still got into the corner of his eye.

A burning pain suddenly surged into my mind.

"what!"

At the same time, Jiang Ming, who was crouching low, spun around. His two arms lashed out like whips, and several triangular darts shot out, forcing back two soft-style fighters who were about to rush towards Liu Longquan, and even injuring one of them.

"despair."

He stood up again, and immediately stood back to back with Liu Longquan.

The master and apprentice, who had never worked together before, displayed an astonishing tacit understanding, and in the midst of their fight, they each used a sneaky trick on the other's opponent.

Jiang Ming was quite surprised that Liu Longquan's fighting style was just like his own—insidious and ruthless, making him a veritable hidden mastermind.

No wonder his bedroom wall was covered with pouches of concealed weapons. No wonder Liu Longquan taught him the four-step combat concept and the art of switching between light and shadow.

"You brat, those tricks of yours are all things I used to do when I was young."

"Heh, compared to me, yours are just child's play."

Liu Longquan, with his back to Jiang Ming, smiled smugly.

Then, with a sudden jolt, he thrust his large buttocks forward, separating the two and sending Jiang Ming flying.

Liu Longquan lunged towards his two opponents, seemingly growing impatient. With a sudden burst of power from his arms, a force surpassing mere softness erupted.

the other side.

Jiang Ming suddenly lunged at the leader whose eyes were injured. He would strike while the iron was hot and kill him. In actual combat, there was no such thing as being cunning or treacherous.

The leader of Black Stone Village, his left eye injured, felt an even stronger urge to retreat. A cunning plan instantly formed in his mind: to trade injury for retreat. He intended to strike with his palm the instant Jiang Ming made his move, but without actually using his full strength.

Using the opponent's palm strike as leverage, he retreated rapidly and turned to flee.

"What kind of garbage information did Guang Sheng Pharmacy give us? This time, when I get back, I'll make them pay!"

With a thought, the leader locked his intact right eye on Jiang Ming's figure and struck out with his own palm the instant the other struck.

He shifted his weight backward, braced his feet, and prepared to fly backward.

However, in the instant the two collided...

"ah!!!"

A piercing scream rang out, and blood splattered everywhere.

The leader's outstretched palm was struck squarely by the sharp, ferocious iron claws, which pierced right through it.

The flesh was torn apart, blood gushed out, and the scene was utterly tragic.