Chapter 29: A person who is not good and not virtuous, I must teach you to die with your eyes open (seeking

"Sharp-tongued." Ouyang Feng's tone was like metal:

"I want to see if the skills in your hands are sharper than your mouth."

His figure suddenly arrived beside the green-robed youth and struck a heavy staff.

"Clang!"

Only to see the green-robed youth hard-hit the staff with his shoulder, and a dull sound like a bell rang immediately.

Ouyang Feng felt a huge counter-shock force, and the snake staff in his hand almost fell off.

Zhuang Buran grabbed the staff handle on his shoulder, squeezed it hard, and with a crisp sound, the snake staff broke.

With two "chi" sounds, the two small silver-scaled snakes coiled on the staff head were beaten into blood powder.

"Today, Zhuang has no intention of competing with others."

His eyes were deep, giving people a sense of horror like standing in the deep sea, which made the surrounding snakes flee quickly.

Such a scene made Hong Qigong not far away frown, and even Guo Jing couldn't help but whisper:

"I don't know why, but I always feel that Brother Zhuang has changed a lot."

"He may not have changed, he just revealed his true face."

Huang Rong's eyes were dazed, and she couldn't help but think of her father's reputation in the Jianghu. That was a great demon that everyone shouted to beat. Although most people didn't know the inside story, his actions couldn't be considered a good person in the eyes of the world.

"'Toad Technique', 'One Finger Art', 'Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms', 'Flicking Finger Divine Skill', and even the 'Nine Yin Manual' you miss day and night are all in my mind."

Zhuang Buran said lightly:

"Beat me half to death, abolish my martial arts, and you can get what you want."

"Good courage!"

Ouyang Feng retreated three or four zhang, immediately squatted on the ground, his hands bent with his shoulders, and his mouth made a "gege" sound, like a big frog preparing to pounce.

Seeing this, Zhuang Buran, who was still like a deep sea, suddenly moved like a mountain collapsing. It was the 'Abyss-Standing Mountain-Stance' in the fist technique he created, taking the meaning of being quiet like a virgin and moving like a rabbit.

As soon as the fierce and domineering fist force was issued, Ouyang Feng's force was like a rebound, and he counterattacked swiftly and continuously.

The green-robed youth laughed, as if extremely excited. The fist momentum changed, and his whole body seemed to surge with the momentum of a giant whale wagging its tail to set off a storm, and there was also the softness of a crane flapping its wings to pierce the clouds. This is called 'Whale-Surge Crane-Cry Stance'.

Both fists came out together, one firm like a whale falling into the nine abysses, one soft like a crane feather pointing at the water, directly dissolving Ouyang Feng's fierce counterattack force inch by inch.

When they were close to fighting, Ouyang Feng was the first to strike a fist directly at the middle door, but halfway through, his arm seemed to have no bones, like a soft whip, turned a strange arc, and hit the green-robed youth's neck.

Zhuang Buran's fist path changed again, also becoming strange, just like the rotation of the stars, hiding murderous intent, taking the firmness of the Big Dipper's orbit and turning it into the softness of the sea's flowing clouds. This is called 'Dipper-Pivot Flowing-Cloud Stance'.

He first used the softness of flowing clouds to resolve the incoming offensive, and then used the firmness of the orbit to strike the enemy's head, forcing Ouyang Feng to stop and save himself.

"Qigong, this time I feel that Zhuang's martial arts are one level higher than when he fought my father last time."

Huang Rong frowned:

"Before, I could still see his moves, but now I just feel dazzled."

"The stormy waves are hidden in the square inch, and the deep flow hides the murderous intent." Hong Qigong sighed:

"How long has it been? Zhuang Buran not only has made great progress in internal strength, but his fist technique is also different from the past. Even the old beggar I can hardly say I can beat him."

At this moment, the green-robed youth's right hand pinched a fist seal, a move of 'Thousand-Heap Snow-Collapse Stance', the fist force overlapping like snow collapsing layer by layer, with the phantom of ice crystal refraction hidden in the firmness, and the left palm pushed out, suddenly appearing the sound of a dragon's chant, which was 'Dragon Regrets its Pride'.

Ouyang Feng's pupils shrank, and the pressure increased suddenly. He, who was already at a disadvantage, looked even more decadent, only feeling that the green-robed youth had turned into two people, surrounding him, and in a

In the space of ten or so breaths, the two had exchanged forty or fifty blows, yet Ouyang Feng's white robes were now tattered, with very distinct fist and palm prints visible on his chest and back.

He was drenched in sweat, his face pale, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth; clearly, he had suffered no small injury, yet his gaze remained extremely ferocious.

"As expected of someone who has practiced the 'Toad Technique' to perfection; you certainly are durable."

Zhuang Buran leaped into the air, splitting into nine figures in mid-flight to surround Ouyang Feng completely.

In an instant, the nine figures merged into one behind him, and the youth in green robes used the Dragon Subduing technique with one hand and the Empty Brightness technique with the other, striking at Ouyang Feng's back in a two-pronged attack.

Once the 'Toad Technique' reaches perfection, it naturally possesses the ability to sense Qi and control movement through stillness, truly allowing one to strike after the opponent but arrive first during combat.

Thus, Ouyang Feng did not even turn his head; his fists seemed to have lost their bones, blocking the incoming strikes just in time.

Even so, he was still sent flying five zhang away, and before he could steady himself, the youth in green robes arrived at his side like a wisp of green smoke.

Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a chill in his heart, a sense of trepidation, as if he perceived the sound of wind and thunder hidden within the enemy's breathing, and the ground trembled slightly beneath the youth's footsteps like a dragon turning over.

A soft chant appeared in his ears:

"'Thunderbolt lightning splits the sea but does not disperse the soft water; this is the Dao of using the world's softest to gallop over the world's strongest. The fierce thunder force merges into the soft water's entanglement; this is the "Thunder-Strike Soft-Water Style".'"

"Boom!"

A burst of faint, lightning-flashing fist force was unleashed, causing the fists Ouyang Feng used to defend to completely lose their bones.

Zhuang Buran seized the opportunity to leap up, kicking repeatedly; one foot was as surging as an angry tide, extremely sharp and fierce, while the other revealed the sound of a dragon's roar, taking the stance of a Flying Dragon in the Sky.

With his hands already broken and caught off guard, Ouyang Feng could only defend with a single leg, but how could he withstand the youth's increasingly intense offensive?

Before long, he had been struck seven or eight times, kicked flying into four or five large trees, and slammed heavily onto the ground.

"Master, I didn't see that wrong, did I? The Dragon Subduing Palms can actually be transformed into Dragon Subduing Legs?" Guo Jing, who had only recently been taken as a disciple by Hong Qigong, looked on in disbelief.

"This is perhaps what a true genius is—capable of doing what others cannot." Hong Qigong was also incomparably astonished.

A short while later, Zhuang Buran stood before Ouyang Feng, and seeing that he had only breath going out and none coming in, he said calmly:

"If you had sought me out sooner, it likely wouldn't have been this simple if I had wanted to beat you to death."

"Alas, worldly affairs are impermanent; what can be done? Sending you to your end now with martial arts from the 'Nine Yin Manual' should allow you to close your eyes in peace."

"But since Zhuang is a person who lacks kindness and virtue, I insist on making you die with your eyes wide open."

The youth in green robes pointed a finger, and the force instantly pierced Ouyang Feng's skull, extinguishing his life entirely.

Hong Qigong, who had walked over, saw this and felt an inexplicable sense of sorrow for the fallen; he had not expected that Ouyang Feng, whose martial arts had previously been broken by the 'One Finger Art', would now die by that very same 'One Finger Art'.

His gaze fell upon the youth in green robes, whose expression remained calm, and he could not help but feel the sentiment that the waves of the Chang Jiang push the waves ahead.

"In the end, I discovered that the Western Poison wasn't very resistant to a beating either. I really want to know who in this world can actually kill Zhuang."

Zhuang Buran glanced sideways, causing Huang Rong's gaze to flicker and shift away uncomfortably; even she did not understand why she felt inexplicably intimidated when facing this youth in green robes now.

"Kid, I fear you will take first place at next year's Mount Hua Sword Trial." Hong Qigong sighed deeply.

"Boring."

Zhuang Buran executed the 'Golden Goose Skill', leaped into the air, walked twenty-three steps through the void, and landed on a small boat at the shore; with a burst of internal energy, the boat shot forward violently.

Hong Qigong walked a few steps, continuously pursuing him with questions:

"In your eyes, is the name of the Five Greats, the pinnacle of the martial arts world, so unworthy of mention? Why exactly do you practice martial arts?"

"Since you are unwilling to uphold justice or punish evil, are you perhaps simply fond of martial arts?"

"Will you come to next year's Mount Hua Sword Trial or not?"

On the vast sea, the small boat gradually faded into the distance; the youth in green robes stood at the bow, his gaze cast downward, silent and motionless.

(End of this chapter)