"Bullshit! I refuse to believe my Mountain and Water Skill can’t deal with you!"

Wu Yonggui was clearly agitated. His most prized technique had been so easily defeated by Yang Qi, a blow to his pride that was simply immense. Therefore, he had to win. He had to prove he was stronger than Yang Qi and demonstrate that the Sun and Moon Sect’s Mountain and Water Skill was not just for show.

His attacks grew faster and faster, like countless venomous snakes lunging at Yang Qi. The barrage was so dense it seemed inescapable. If all those fists landed, Yang Qi would be severely injured, if not killed, and would lose any advantage he held.

Yang Qi chuckled. "You think you’ve won just because I can’t dodge? You’re right, I can’t. But who said I couldn’t attack? You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now."

As he spoke, Yang Qi’s fists burst into searing flames. He then unleashed a sudden strike, and in an instant, the air filled with a sky of fiery fist shadows.

Fire Fist: Fireworks!

As his understanding of the Five Elements Law deepened, so too did the variety of his elemental attacks. Previously, his Fire Fist Skill was primarily for single-target combat. Now, however, Fire Fist: Fireworks combined the impact of countless punches into a true area-of-effect attack. Facing Wu Yonggui’s frenzied onslaught, Yang Qi countered with fiery blooms that resembled exploding fireworks.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A series of terrifying explosions rang out as the numerous snake-like fist shadows were shattered one by one. But that wasn’t all. After destroying Wu Yonggui’s fist shadows, the sky full of Fire Fists rapidly closed in on his body, filling him with a tremendous sense of dread.

"Damn it! Block it! I have the Mountain and Water Skill! I am as steady as Mount Tai! You can’t break through!" Wu Yonggui roared.

The Mountain and Water Skill was a rare and excellent Cultivation Technique, perfectly balanced between offense and defense, and Wu Yonggui had mastered it well. He held his fists before him, as immovable as a mountain. The watery ripples around his body grew denser, forming a solid wall to block all incoming attacks.

BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM!

The Fire Fists rained down upon Wu Yonggui. He defended desperately, trying to withstand the barrage with his Mountain and Water Skill to create an opening for a counterattack. At first, he actually managed to block them. Yang Qi’s attacks struck him as if hitting a great mountain, seemingly unable to cause any harm. But this was only temporary.

As the Fire Fists continued to hammer down, Wu Yonggui watched in horror as his body was forced backward, his feet gouging two deep lines into the ground. His Mountain and Water Skill had been broken.

Impossible! He simply couldn’t accept it. The most terrifying part isn’t just the force of the blows; each fist is wreathed in a frightening Spiritual Fire. Every impact burns away at my Protective True Qi! This filled him with an all-consuming dread.

Is this even Martial Arts? It’s too damn powerful! Wu Yonggui cried out in his heart.

Ye Feng and Jin Zizhen were dumbfounded. They had never witnessed such a ferocious fist technique. To so easily dissolve the defenses of the Mountain and Water Skill was simply outrageous.

Wu Yonggui felt like crying. The moment his Protective True Qi shattered would be the moment of his death. This youth, who seemed to have no foundation in Martial Arts, was far too strong. He was a terrifying expert. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

A Martial Arts Overlord? No, he’s supposed to be just a Tenth-Rank Great Grandmaster! How can he be this terrifying? It’s incomprehensible! Perhaps only my master, Wu Shanshui himself, could defeat this peerless monster.

CRACK!

A moment later, Wu Yonggui’s Protective True Qi was finally crushed by the Fire Fist Skill. Startled, he recoiled, attempting to flee the platform. He knew he was no match for the man before him; to continue fighting meant certain death. He was fast, but Yang Qi was faster.

At this point, Yang Qi had already changed his attack.

Earth Spike!

He punched the ground. Instantly, sharp spikes of earth erupted beneath Wu Yonggui, launching him into the air and impaling his legs.

"What kind of Immortal Technique is that?!" the crowd gasped in shock. They had never seen or even heard of such a method.

Run! I have to get away! Wu Yonggui had lost all will to fight. His mind was filled with a single word: escape. He fled in a state as disheveled as his arrival had been stylish. Throughout his career, he had faced many experts, but none as bizarre as this. These attacks seemed otherworldly, something he couldn’t possibly defend against—he didn’t even know how he would begin.

"You can’t escape. It’s too late," Yang Qi’s voice rang in Wu Yonggui’s ear. "This battle ends now. I told you before that you shouldn’t have fought me."

Alchemy Blade!

Golden Thunder Slash!

This was a sublimation of his Gold Attribute attacks, a new technique that infused the Alchemy Blade with the power of lightning. As he swung, brilliant golden thunder flashed, its immense power capable of severing an enemy’s very life force.

Seeing the brilliant Golden Light, Wu Yonggui knew he was finished. The power of this strike was too terrifying; there was no surviving it.

SSHK!

The gleaming golden sword pierced Wu Yonggui’s flesh. He stood frozen on the platform, his eyes gradually growing dull.

What Swordsmanship is that? Ye Feng’s eyelids twitched. I helped Yang Qi not because of his power, but purely out of gratitude for the Elixir he provided. I only wanted to repay the favor. But I never imagined Yang Qi would be this terrifying. Even I might not be a match for him. This is just brutal.

"What... what is this Swordsmanship?" Wu Yonggui asked, his consciousness fading. "I’ve never seen anything like it." Before he died, he wanted to understand.

"Golden Thunder Slash! Geng Metal True Thunder, shattering everything!"

"Heh... so that’s it... Golden Thunder Slash..." Wu Yonggui managed a bitter laugh. "What a domineering name. That must be an Immortal’s Swordsmanship... not something that should exist in this world."

With that, he collapsed to the ground, never to rise again. This man, who had once betrayed his comrades and his country, had finally ended his sinful life.

"He got off easy!" Lei Tingjun gritted his teeth. He felt no pity for Wu Yonggui; a man like that deserved any death he got. The sword had not only severed Wu Yonggui’s life force but also his legacy of evil, ensuring he could harm no one else.

Yang Qi ignored Wu Yonggui’s corpse. He turned his gaze to Gu Shanhe and smiled faintly. "Do you still wish to continue?"