A man stands before the heavens, his sword emerges from the Emei Mountains.

In the silhouette of the night, Chang Jingzhi suddenly looked up and burst into laughter.

"Hahaha……"

Chang Jingzhi's laughter was filled with too many emotions: the humiliation of having his sleeve torn apart by Chen Yu's long sword in Emei County, the anger of being knocked to the ground in Yanyu Tower, and the disrespect of Chen Yu's questioning words.

"Boy, are you lecturing this old man?"

"Junior Brother Chang, please calm down." Seeing that both the Shaolin Sect and the Divine Fist Sect were present, Xian Yutong would not let go of the opportunity to play both sides and build his own power. "I came to Qiantang with the original intention of finding Xie Xun's whereabouts, settling scores, and upholding justice."

"What Master Xianyu said is well said," a Shaolin Temple disciple praised.

"The important matter is paramount. As for the rights and wrongs of the Misty Rain Pavilion, once the abbess arrives, I will accompany Junior Brother Chang to visit and inquire about the matter. The abbess is upright and will surely provide an explanation."

Tang Wenliang said, "Sect Leader Xianyu is right."

"Senior brother, if we back down today, Kongtong will have to bow down to Emei from now on. People will say that Kongtong is afraid of Emei. Boy, take this challenge."

Chang Jingzhi suddenly pounced forward like a beast, his fierce killing intent sweeping over Chen Yu from the front, causing the hairs on the back of Bei Jinyi, Su Mengqing, Ding Minjun and others to stand on end instantly.

Chang Jingzhi threw a punch with one hand, and the wind from the Seven Injury Fist of Kongtong instantly roared in with fierce energy, as if a hole had been punched into the air.

Chen Yu lowered his body and his palms flashed upwards like lightning, using the "Snowflake Piercing Clouds Palm" to quickly deflect the incoming punch.

Their fists and palms collided, creating a thunderous explosion between them, shattering the grass beneath their feet.

Chen Yu felt a surge of hot, burning force from the fist rushing through his Taiyin Lung Meridian like a raging torrent, directly impacting his lungs. He guided his Qi with his mind, sending a gentle force down to his elbow crease, along the inner front edge of his forearm, and enveloping the fist force at the Cunkou acupoint, neutralizing it completely.

This is precisely the way of applying the two forces of hardness and softness that Chen Yu cultivated from the "Wind and Thunder Hand". This skill, which he obtained from Qingcheng Mountain, can wrap the opponent's internal force, like dense clouds without rain, making it impossible for the opponent to exert its power.

Chen Yu met Chang Jingzhi's Seven Injury Fist with solid defense. Knowing the level of his opponent's internal strength, he took a step back by swaying his shoulder.

Xianyu Tong's eyes lit up. He thought to himself that Chen Yu only won against Ma Fatong because of his exquisite Emei swordsmanship, but his internal strength was inferior to Chang Jingzhi's. I was being overly cautious.

Wu Lie watched this unfold and thought to himself that the young swordsman's swordsmanship was superb, but he never expected that his internal energy cultivation was also so exquisite. He had withstood Chang Jingzhi's Seven Injury Fist and only had to take a step back. His future martial arts path was limitless.

Ninety percent of the viewers shared the same thought as Wu Lie. Chang Jingzhi was a renowned martial arts master who had been famous for a long time. Chen Yu's ability to withstand a punch was already quite remarkable. Among the rising stars in the martial arts world today, there were very few who could compare to him.

Chang Jingzhi felt relieved. This kid's internal strength was nothing special; he won entirely by using exquisite moves. It made sense. He was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Even if he had been practicing since birth, he would only have a little over ten years of cultivation. How could he possibly defeat me?

With this thought in mind, Chang Jingzhi's spirits lifted, and he spurred his feet forward, unleashing a barrage of Seven Injury Fists at Chen Yu.

Chen Yu let out a long roar, and in an instant, his figure moved lightly and gracefully. He advanced and retreated, left and right, as swift as a breeze. His palm shadows danced in a series, and his attacks were continuous. At first glance, it looked like clouds rising, smoke surging, and snow falling.

Chen Yu unleashed the Emei Sect's "Snowflake Piercing Cloud Palm" technique, truly a move where one strike followed another, the moves flowing seamlessly and continuously, causing the floating dust to dance in harmony with his movements. Being a handsome man, he appeared elegant and dashing, exuding a refined and spirited aura.

Wu Qingying tilted her head. At first, she was only amazed by Chen Yu's martial arts skills, but when Chen Yu displayed his palm technique to its fullest extent, she suddenly realized that Chen Yu was so refined and otherworldly, truly a handsome young man.

The two exchanged blows across the field, exchanging dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.

Opinions varied widely among the onlookers.

"The Emei Sect has always been dominated by women, but unexpectedly, it has produced such a remarkable young disciple who can withstand dozens of punches from Master Chang. Even though he was defeated, he still deserves honor."

"That's right, this kid became famous overnight."

The Kunlun Sect and the Kongtong Sect have always been at odds, which is why Xihua Zi and the others followed but did not travel together. Xihua Zi said, "Master Chang, your title of 'One Punch to Break a Mountain' is all talk and no action. You haven't even touched the clothes of an Emei disciple after dozens of moves."

Chang Jingzhi blushed, but his dark complexion made it difficult to see any embarrassment. However, anger rose within him, and he secretly channeled his inner energy. Seizing the opportunity, he stepped forward, his bones cracking. He feinted with his left fist to strike the right, while his right fist swung out, enlarging, and landed on the left side where Chen Yu had dodged.

"Young Master Chen, we have no choice but to fight with our fists!" Wu Lie thought to himself, and shouted, "Young Master, be careful!"

Chen Yu's hand suddenly sank and then reached out, like an incredibly slippery eel, instantly meeting Chang Jingzhi's fist.

bang...

With a muffled thud, Chang Jingzhi suddenly realized that Chen Yu's palm strike had vanished without a trace.

"This kid is cunning; could he be up to something?"

Chang Jingzhi immediately withdrew his fist, and suddenly a surge of gentle internal energy rushed in like a landslide and tsunami. Startled, he retreated swiftly.

Yin Yewang, Tang Wenliang, west Huazi, and others all realized that Chen Yu's palm strike actually used a sophisticated technique of deflecting and channeling force, and they couldn't help but think to themselves, "A brilliant move."

Bei Jinyi, Su Mengqing, Li Mingxia, and others recognized that this was the Snowdrift Cloud Piercing Palm, and they were all beaming with pride.

Chang Jingzhi's reaction was undeniably quick, but how could it compare to Chen Yu's eight-step light-body skill, which he developed by combining the "Three Folds of the Dragon" and the "Somersault of the Ape" from Mount Emei and chasing the little white ape every day during his time on Mount Heng?

In Chen Yu's eyes, the movement techniques of the Kongtong Elders were far inferior to those of the Spirit Ape.

In a flash, Chen Yu pressed against Chang Jingzhi, raising his arm and elbow, striking with his knuckles, punching with his fist, and slapping with the back of his fist.

Three loud bangs.

Chang Jingzhi was struck three times in succession, flew backward and landed on the ground, rolling several times. Then, he used the force of his hand to squat down, vomited blood, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"Junior brother."

"Master."

"Brother Chang."

Xianyu Tong, Tang Wenliang, and disciples of the Kongtong School all rushed to Chang Jingzhi's side.

On the Emei Sect side, Bei Jinyi, Ding Minjun, Su Mengqing, and others were greatly encouraged.

Wu Lie let out a heavy sigh. He was overjoyed to see Chen Yu win. He was able to defeat Ma Fatong with a sword and then defeat Chang Jingzhi with his fists. It was truly amazing.

Yin Yewang waved his fan in bewilderment. Since his cultivation had progressed rapidly, he had considered himself invincible except for his father, a few people from Wudang, and a few high monks from Shaolin Temple. He did not take Miejue, Yang Xiao, and others seriously. Chen Yu's performance was truly surprising. If his disciple was like this, what kind of cultivation did Miejue possess?

Also, what kind of fist technique did this kid use when he finally defeated Chang Jing? I've never seen it before.

Tang Wenliang first gave the pills to Chang Jingzhi, then stood up and looked at Chen Yu with a piercing gaze, "I am not an unreasonable person, but today's matter concerns the reputation of the Kongtong Sect."

Tang Wenliang's calm demeanor vanished in an instant, replaced by a fierce expression. "Come on, show me everything you've learned."

As soon as Tang Wenliang finished speaking, his body trembled, his bones cracked and popped, and the muscles under his clothes undulated like dragons and snakes.

"Since 'justice is not in people's hearts, and right and wrong depend entirely on the times,' Mr. Tang, I'll take you."

Chen Yu's calm and decisive voice pierced through the floating dust and slowly rang out.