Hebei Demon King Wang Yu, who usually called Hedong Old Freak Mo Jian simply "Mo Freak," now furrowed his brows in silence. His expression grew grim—he could sense that Wang Yun was not easy to deal with.
Wang Yun stood tall in the center of the field, his eyes sweeping the crowd with calm composure. With respectful poise, he said,"Senior, you are mistaken. I mean no offense. As the son-in-law of the Flying Eagle Gang's Chief, I only ask that you not trouble our gang. How can that be called an insult?"
Wang Yu, unable to refute the reasoning, flushed with frustration. He barked,"Enough with the nonsense! I want to beat someone up—isn't that reason enough?!"
Indeed—when someone seeks to punish, any excuse will do.
Wang Yun had tried repeatedly to keep his cool, reminding himself to prioritize the bigger picture over personal pride. But now, these words had crossed the line. With a flash of fire in his eyes, he responded,"In that case, I respectfully request a few pointers, Senior!"
"Talk too much—take this!" Wang Yu roared. In a flash, he shot forward like an arrow, his palm crashing out like thunder toward Wang Yun's chest.
But Wang Yun was prepared.He had endured enough.Tong-ge had told him his skills were no less than the infamous villains of the Central Plains. Now was the time to prove it.
The young upstart and the old tyrant clashed in a flurry of movement—blows flew so swiftly they blurred before the eye.
Wang Yu struck again, his palm whipping out like a viper. Wang Yun retreated nimbly, countered and twisted. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten blows.
Spinning gracefully, Wang Yun suddenly unleashed his Beiye Palm, a style handed down by the legendary Master Yi Ye himself. With a move called "Autumn Wind, Fallen Leaf", a gust of palm force swept up dust from the ground. Wang Yu felt two simultaneous strikes approaching and instinctively shifted aside, startled.
Before he could counter, Wang Yun followed with "Falling Leaf, Silent Descent", a silent yet deadly strike aimed for the chest. Wang Yu was caught off guard by the speed but managed to laugh coldly:"A disciple of Master Yi Ye—impressive indeed!"
He planted his foot, twisted his wrists, and infused his palms with full internal force. Then came his signature move—"Wind Fuels Fire"—striking directly toward Wang Yun's abdomen with lethal strength.
Wang Yun didn't dare take it lightly. Though calm, he was forced back several steps by the force, heart pounding. He was shaken—but not afraid.
His skills had advanced greatly in recent days.
In a blink, he righted himself, leapt high, twisted mid-air, and came down with his palms roaring like a typhoon—fighting force with force.
The onlookers were in awe.Wang Yu's cruelty and skill were well known—yet here stood a young man, exchanging strikes evenly with him. Cheers and gasps erupted across the field as the two battled on—fifty blows passed like a storm.
Suddenly, Wang Yu roared and unleashed his "Three Soul-Reaping Strikes":
"Ecstasy and Oblivion"
"Wandering Shadow"
"Moonless Killing"
Wang Yun responded with three of his own:
"Mountain Holds the Setting Sun"
"The Shepherd Returns"
"Soundless Flute"
Each move collided like crashing waves, no side yielding.
Then, with a sudden long cry, Wang Yun launched "A Single Withered Leaf", a palm falling silently from above. Wang Yu countered, but the attack's angle and speed made it feel as if he was striking empty air. Again and again, Wang Yun's body floated like a drifting leaf—ungraspable.
Startled, Wang Yu faltered. In that moment, Wang Yun spun with fluid grace and unleashed "Silent Arrival"—three palms in rapid succession aimed at head, chest, and abdomen.
Wang Yu blocked the first two, but the third broke through—BANG!—he stumbled back, head ringing, legs unsteady.
Wang Yun dashed forward and gave a gentle push—Wang Yu collapsed with a thud.
The entire field fell silent in shock.
The villain lacked coin, pressed by fate,Collected silver with no shame or grace.The escort met danger, none could relate,But made his mark with fierce showcase.
Suddenly—"Brat! Prepare to die!" a shout rang out.
A figure leapt in with robes fluttering. Blows flew at Wang Yun.Wang Yun met him head-on—palm against palm—BOOM! Both fighters were knocked apart.
The attacker was Huo Bing, the Henan Tyrant.
"You little whelp!" he bellowed. "You dare injure one of the Central Plains' Three Great Villains?!"
Wang Yun sighed, "I have shown restraint again and again. Let this end here."
Wang Yu, though struck hard, had been spared the full force of Wang Yun's power. The first strike had hit square in the gut—painful—but the second had been light. Still, he took no gratitude from it.
With a snarl, he shouted,"Plague Demon! Let's go together and teach this brat a lesson!"
(He often called Huo Bing "Plague Demon" in private.)
The two leapt simultaneously—four palms blasted out with terrifying force.
Suddenly—two more shadows flew in from the side.They arrived in midair with lightning speed—their counterattacks intercepted the villains' strikes.
Four figures clashed in midair. Fists met palms. Sparks flew.All landed at once.
The newcomers were Li Qian and Zhao Rou.
Li Qian shouted, "Two against one—is that the behavior of true martial men?!"
Zhao Rou followed, "In the world of Jianghu, fights are one-on-one. Why not do this properly?"
Wang Yu growled, "Who are you to meddle?!"
At that moment, Wu Tong stepped out, calm and steady.His gaze was sharp."The so-called Three Great Villains of the Central Plains… Young Master Wang has shown you great restraint. Yet you press harder with every step. I fear your days are numbered."
Gasps swept the crowd.
"You little punk! Courting death!" roared Huo Bing.
Before the words had finished, he struck—his full strength behind a single, lightning-fast palm.
But Wu Tong did not move.
At the last moment, he lifted his palm—BOOM!
Huo Bing flew backward like a broken kite, stumbling seven or eight paces before crashing down. His chest churned—he couldn't hold it—WAH! He vomited a mouthful of blood.
Wang Yu froze in shock.This brat has strong backing… Who are these people?
Even Mo Jian turned pale and shouted,"Who are you?!"
A gentle voice rang out—Liu Yun stepped forward with a smile,"This is the renowned Wu Tong, leader of the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness. If you are not convinced—why don't the three of you attack together?"
The three villains paled.
So it was Wu Tong, the famed martial hero.
Mo Jian lowered his voice,"His name precedes him. Now we see the truth. Powerful indeed."
He turned to his allies.
"Mountains and rivers will cross again. This grudge—we'll repay another day. Let's go."