King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 474 - 171: Shi Feiyang VS Shi Fengli: Clash at the Summit, Blood on a Snowy Night
Wu Zhong, seeing the situation, his gaze suddenly sharpens, like a cold glint flashing across the night sky, keen and alert.
His posture remained steady and unhurried, effortlessly shifting to one side, his movements smooth and natural as if merging seamlessly with the surrounding air, cleverly evading Shi Maoyan’s fierce onslaught.
At the very moment he sidestepped, his right palm shot up with lightning speed, Inner Strength surging within his palm like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The overwhelming Inner Strength burst forth with a terrifying momentum, and with a "whoosh" sound, fiercely met Shi Maoyan’s Palm Force head-on. A deafening "boom" suddenly erupted, resembling thunder rumbling at the edge of the sky, shaking the earth.
The Palm Forces of the two collided violently in mid-air, unleashing an overpowering shockwave that left one breathless.
This shockwave, centered on the two, spread swiftly outward like a detonated bomb.
The surrounding air seemed to be drawn out by an invisible giant hand, plunging into a momentary deathly silence, only to rebound fiercely, producing a "buzzing" sound of intense vibration, as if the whole world was groaning in agony under this force.
At this moment, the power of both reached a peak confrontation, and the surrounding air could no longer withstand this extreme pressure, being torn apart to form visible cracks.
The cracks flickered with eerie, deep blue light, seeming to connect to another mysterious world, exuding a chilling aura.
Snowflakes whirled madly in the air, like a swarm of lost sprites, helplessly drifting in this breathtaking battle. They seemed to be dancing to the fight, but in truth, appeared so small and fragile under the ravaging force, ready to be crushed into dust at any moment.
However, amid this heated clash, Wu Zhong’s sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, suddenly caught a trace of panic flashing in Shi Maoyan’s gaze.
This trace of panic, though as brief as a meteor streaking across a night sky, did not escape Wu Zhong’s notice.
In an instant, his heart stirred, and his years of experience navigating the Jianghu allowed him to immediately grasp his opponent’s intent.
It turned out, although Shi Maoyan’s offensive appeared exceptionally fierce and every move was deadly, it was in fact strong on the outside but weak on the inside. His Inner Strength was like a stream about to dry up, nearly exhausted. The prior strike was already the last effort of a spent force, the limit of his whole strength.
Wu Zhong seized this fleeting, perfect opportunity, a hint of excitement and resoluteness flashed in his eyes, like burning flames, full of fighting spirit and determination.
His figure leapt forth like a tiger rushing down from the peak of a mountain, with unstoppable, majestic momentum, instantly surging forward. His palms were raised high, the golden light in his palms shining more dazzlingly, like two golden suns hanging high in the sky, emitting a scorching and brilliant radiance.
These palms carried a mountain-crushing power, making a "whoosh" sound. Under this force’s pressure, the air produced a sharp whistle, striking fiercely towards Shi Maoyan.
Upon seeing this, Shi Maoyan’s face, initially pale due to spent Inner Strength, turned ghostly white as paper, devoid of any color.
Fear and despair filled his eyes as he saw the Death God’s icy hands reaching for him. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
He wanted to dodge, to escape this deadly strike, but at that moment, his body, rendered sluggish by exhausted Inner Strength, was bound as if by heavy chains, and it was too late for any action.
With a resounding "bang," Wu Zhong’s palms struck Shi Maoyan’s chest solidly.
This immense power was like a powerful bomb exploding in Shi Maoyan’s chest, instantly crushing his chest bones to pieces.
"Crack," several sharp sounds rang out, exceptionally harsh—this was the sound of life shattering.
Shi Maoyan, like a kite with a broken string, was thrown backward by the impact of this mighty force.
He traced an arc in the air, like a fallen meteor, crashing heavily against the city wall behind him.
With a "thud," the city wall trembled under the huge impact, collapsing with a crash.
The bricks and stones on the wall fell one after another, making a "crackling" sound.
A mouthful of blood spurted from Shi Maoyan like a fountain, tracing a poignant and sorrowful blood line in the air, marking a cruel end to his life. His eyes were filled with unwillingness, and in despair, his body suffered severe trauma, with bones breaking one after another, emitting a "crackling" sound.
Ultimately, amidst the unwillingness and pain, Shi Maoyan slowly closed his eyes, tragically dying beneath the cold and ruthless city wall.
Shi Fengli witnessed his beloved subordinate Shi Maoyan’s tragic death on the spot, his eyes opened wide like two burning spheres about to ignite, with raging fury blazing madly within, as if intending to burn Flying Tiger Pass to ashes.
His chest heaved violently, each breath accompanied by an angry roar, like the howl of a trapped beast, filled with endless anger and sorrow.
Driven by these intense emotions, he suddenly exerted force, his figure soaring high like an eagle taking flight, carrying a momentum of unrivaled ferocity. In the air, his body transformed into a shadowy figure, carrying a terrifying force to destroy all, rushing straight at Qi Meizhen. With his swift movement, even the air crackled with the sound of gusty Palm Wind.
