All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

In a small courtyard in the north of the city, Yang Pan stuck his thick-backed long sword into the crack between the bricks on the ground beside him, while he sat on a stone bench with his eyes closed, resting.

He was waiting, waiting for the bandit leader's brother to come looking for him for revenge, or waiting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before he went to find him himself.

After returning from the branch hall during the day, Yang Pan began preparations. Thinking about the upcoming life-or-death battle with an internal energy martial artist, Yang Pan unusually refrained from practicing martial arts and instead chose to conserve his energy, striving to adjust his mental and physical state to its best so that he would not leave any openings when fighting his opponent.

Over the course of two years, whenever Yang Pan sought out the five disciples of the hall to instruct them on fist, palm, and sword techniques, he inevitably had to spar with them. After all, any martial art can only be rapidly improved through combat. However, since these sparring sessions were ultimately for instructional purposes, neither side would go all out, so Yang Pan was unable to fully grasp the extent to which internal energy could enhance a martial artist's abilities.

Although he was giving instructions, Yang Pan also learned some of the wonderful uses of internal energy. As a standard skill for third-rate martial artists, internal energy can not only enhance a martial artist's speed and strength in combat, but also be transmitted into the enemy's body through fists and feet during battle, thereby damaging the enemy's meridians or internal organs.

During his battle with the five-bag disciples, Yang Pan personally experienced the sensation of internal energy entering his body. Even though his body was exceptionally strong, the internal energy could directly ignore this defense and penetrate his skin and bones to affect his fragile internal organs.

The moment his internal organs were impacted by the internal force, Yang Pan felt as if an invisible hand was kneading his viscera, causing him intense pain and making it impossible for him to maintain a fighting stance. It can be said that a martial artist who has cultivated internal force can completely overwhelm a martial artist who has not.

However, although internal energy is mysterious, Yang Pan also discovered some ways to break it.

Firstly, third-rate martial artists have weak internal energy. When fighting with others, whether they use internal energy to enhance their skills or damage their internal organs, they cannot sustain the fight for long. Once the opponent's internal energy is depleted, unless they are a martial artist who has practiced external martial arts like him, his strength will definitely decline significantly.

In addition, Yang Pan also discovered that if he fought a third-rate martial artist while wielding a weapon, and the opponent's internal energy was not deep enough, it could not be transmitted into the body through the weapon, thus preventing damage to the internal organs.

Understanding these two points is why Yang Pan decided to confront the third-rate martial artist who came seeking revenge. For two years, although Yang Pan spent most of his time practicing Iron Shirt, he didn't neglect his training in the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber.

While this sword technique may not be considered particularly exquisite, its wide and sweeping movements, along with its dense and violent strikes, suited Yang Pan's tastes quite well. As a result, he has made some progress in this sword technique over the past two years.

Yang Pan's confidence in facing that third-rate martial artist tonight stemmed from his ferocious swordsmanship and his honed physical strength.

As the night wind began to blow, Yang Pan's shadow became disheveled in the firelight under the eaves. Sensing the passage of time, Yang Pan's breathing became increasingly calm and quiet. Just as he was about to get up and head to where the other person was staying, a figure landed lightly in the courtyard.

Ok?

Ding Feng stared at the burly figure in the courtyard, his pupils contracting. He clearly hadn't expected anyone to be awake so late at night. However, upon recognizing the figure's face, Ding Feng instantly became alert.

"You were waiting for me? You knew I would come!" The voice was questioning, but the tone was extremely certain.

Yang Pan looked at the person opposite him, who was completely shrouded in black, and asked as he raised his long sword, "You are Ding Feng?"

The Beggars' Sect disciples were well-informed. When Yang Pan received the news from Ma Wu, he also inquired about the man's whereabouts and name. Seeing that the man didn't answer, Yang Pan continued:

"It seems so. You don't need to be on guard. I'm the only one in this courtyard tonight."

Yang Pan didn't hide anything; his intention was to fight to the death with his opponent tonight, and he naturally didn't want his opponent to become wary and leave.

Despite Yang Pan's words, Ding Feng's vigilance remained undiminished. He knew this man was a member of the Beggars' Sect, and although he had a reputation as "Black Vajra" in Jiaxing City, he was ultimately just an ordinary martial artist who hadn't even cultivated internal energy, and he didn't take him seriously at all.

He also suspected that the other party must know his strength. But logically, if the other party knew that he was weaker than him, why would they wait for him tonight?

Ding Feng simply couldn't believe that there wasn't something fishy going on behind the scenes with a martial artist who hadn't even cultivated internal energy.

Having spent years navigating the treacherous world of martial arts, he was bound to be wary.

Although he was determined to kill the man, he was unwilling to put himself in danger.

Yang Pan saw that he had already made the situation clear, but the other party still didn't move, and even took a step back. He didn't want to let tonight's opportunity slip away, and if the other party escaped tonight, they would definitely be more vigilant, and perhaps in the future, their open attacks would turn into assassinations.

"You worthless piece of trash, die!"

With a loud shout, Yang Pan grabbed a neatly arranged teapot from the stone table next to him and threw it at the other person.

Seeing that Yang Pan had made the first move, Ding Feng was startled, but he still nimbly dodged to the side. Just as he dodged, a whistling sound followed immediately beside him.

Whoosh!

The blade sliced ​​through the air and slashed straight down at Ding Feng's head. The powerful force and the whistling wind made it clear that this strike could easily split a person's head in two.

"You're asking for it!"

Ding Feng's eyes flashed with killing intent. He hadn't expected that this Beggar Clan disciple, who didn't even have any internal energy, would dare to charge straight at him. Now that was good. Regardless of whether the other party had laid an ambush or not, at this distance, it would be easy for him to kill the other party.

With a nimble movement, Ding Feng once again dodged with the ease of a cat, simultaneously unleashing a palm strike imbued with his inner force towards Yang Pan's back. Ding Feng's eyes crinkled with amusement; in his mind, this palm strike, brimming with inner force, could easily shred the opponent's internal organs. This fool was doomed!

when!

A muffled thud rang out. Ding Feng's palm didn't land on Yang Pan's back; it was blocked by Yang Pan's timely flip of his blade. Although the longsword blocked the opponent's palm strike, the force transmitted through the blade caused Yang Pan's wrist to tremble violently.

"So strong!" With a thought racing through his mind, Yang Pan turned around and used his longsword to force his opponent back with a horizontal slash.

Seeing that Yang Pan could actually withstand his palm strike, Ding Feng was surprised, but when he thought of Yang Pan's title of Black King Kong, he felt relieved.

"With your martial arts skills reaching this level, no wonder you've made a name for yourself... no..."

Ding Feng's tone remained calm, as if he wanted to continue speaking in the manner of a powerful figure. However, Yang Pan did not give him a chance at all, and with a rise and fall of his body, he once again swung his knife at Ding Feng.

He knew his advantage lay in strength, while his opponent's advantage lay in internal energy. To defeat his opponent, he had to engage in close combat to prevent him from using agile movements to evade, thus accelerating the depletion of his opponent's internal energy.

Seeing that Yang Pan was so decisive, not even giving him a chance to speak, Ding Feng was furious. He gathered his inner strength in his palms again and used his movement skills to dodge Yang Pan's blade wind, wanting to find an opportunity to strike Yang Pan.

However, while Ding Feng was agile, Yang Pan's longsword was equally swift. Yang Pan wielded the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber with ferocious force, the blade flashing in a dense, fluid light, the movements smooth and natural. Though not particularly refined, it always managed to defend against Ding Feng's attacks.

Clang!

The sound of palms colliding with longswords rang out continuously. Yang Pan's body was like a boulder buried in the ground, his steps were extremely steady, only the longsword in his hand was swung so tightly that it blocked every palm strike from Ding Feng.

Feeling the immense power transmitted with each collision between the longsword and the opponent, Yang Pan's eyes grew brighter and brighter, as if he had seen an evenly matched opponent.

Each of his opponent's palm strikes carried a strong killing intent. Although the strikes were fierce, they allowed Yang Pan to use his swordsmanship more freely amidst the dangerous killing intent.

Gradually, Yang Pan stopped thinking about sword techniques and instead instinctively swung the sword he felt was most suitable, as if it were muscle memory.

In contrast to Yang Pan, Ding Feng's heart grew increasingly heavy. His skill lay primarily in his movement techniques; his hand skills were actually not outstanding.

However, since entering the martial arts world, the people he has killed have mostly been martial artists who have not cultivated internal strength. These people often use their movement skills to tease their opponents, and then only need to strike with a palm containing internal strength to kill them.

Therefore, although Ding Feng killed many people in the martial arts world, they were all ordinary martial artists with little strength, so he didn't make a name for himself.

I thought the Beggar Clan disciple I was going to kill today would be the same, but I didn't expect his external martial arts to be so profound. Not only was he strong, but his swordsmanship was also extremely good. My palm techniques couldn't break through his defenses at all.

Seeing his internal energy dwindling, Ding Feng felt a sudden urge to retreat.

After all, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years! There's no need to waste time here with the other side.

when!

After the second collision, Yang Pan keenly noticed that the force coming from his hand had lessened considerably.

Is my internal energy starting to run out...?

Yang Pan's eyes gleamed brightly, and he strode forward, his long sword flashing coldly as it slashed diagonally, the blade gleaming and the wind howling! The long sword twirled in the air, slicing left and right like a meat grinder as it went to kill Ding Feng.

It is precisely the "Scissors and Pouncers" technique from the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber!

Seeing the dense swordplay approaching, Ding Feng channeled his inner strength into his feet and began to retreat rapidly. However, after fighting for so long, he had forgotten that the courtyard was not spacious, and there was a brick wall not far behind him.

Bang!

Feeling the hard object against his back, Ding Feng knew he was in trouble. He tried to leap away from Yang Pan's strangulation attack, but he had nowhere to retreat. Yang Pan wouldn't let this opportunity pass.

"drink!"

Leaping into the air, Yang Pan ceased his ferocious swordplay, revealing only the gleaming blade. Its edge was chilling, like a thread of death coiling around Ding Feng's neck.

"Spare me, I..."

Seeing the long sword slashing down on him, Ding Feng, who was in mid-air, screamed in panic and stretched out his hands to defend himself.

However, Yang Pan showed no mercy. His long sword continued to strike, easily severing the opponent's hand. In the brief moment when blood swept across the sky, the blade had already cut off half of the opponent's neck.

Bang!Bang!

Amidst the raging battle, Yang Pan and the enemy's corpses fell to the ground one after the other.