Chapter 634: One Sword Strike!

On the training ground, the sound of rapid punches cutting through the air filled the air!
Alang was truly a master of Muay Thai, having received direct teachings from Thailand’s top puncher. His punches and kicks were swift and decisive—like lightning in motion. His elbow strikes and flying knees at close range were fluid and highly entertaining, while also exuding an intense pressure and lethal intent, making every attack feel like a full-force assault aimed at maximizing harm. Anyone who entered his range would be caught in the aftermath of his attacks and find it hard to escape.
“…”
Abu and the other boxing masters watching were extremely satisfied with Alang’s performance, their faces filled with relief.
On the other hand, Yao Shi Wan Neng, after nearly being hit by Alang’s punches the first time and stumbling back far away, was completely overwhelmed by Alang’s relentless attacks. He had no chance to use his long sword at all. He moved quickly, dodging Alang’s attacks like a butterfly, while constantly shouting, “Whoa! So fierce!” “Damn, it’s like trying to kill someone… I thought it was just a friendly spar between international friends… Come on, keep attacking!”
Although he kept shouting and seemed to be desperately dodging, whenever Alang’s attacks got close, a gentle force would naturally emanate from within him, pushing him away at even greater speed to counter Alang’s fierce and direct punches.
After over twenty consecutive moves, not only did Alang gradually realize things were going wrong…
Each time, his punches seemed to hit cotton—his opponent dodged perfectly, moving with fluid grace. It appeared as though he was always in the upper hand, but in reality, he wasn’t gaining any advantage. Moreover, his internal energy was being consumed much faster than if he had used light-footwork techniques.
“Bastard!”
“If you’ve got guts, stop running and fight me like a man!!”
Alang remembered his earlier boasts, his expression turning ugly. He continued to attack while shouting insults, trying to provoke Yao Shi Wan Neng into engaging in a direct fight.
“A normal fighting style can’t possibly remain unharmed under Alang’s punches…”
Among the onlookers, Abu and the other masters looked slightly worried. One of them said, “It’s a shame Alang’s punching strength isn’t 200 points. Otherwise, the range of his punches could greatly increase their lethality, and his opponent wouldn’t be able to dodge so easily.”
“Exactly…”
Abu and the others nodded in agreement.

“However, the guy chosen by Baolong does have some skills—his movement and agility are quite impressive. If Alang hadn’t fallen for the trick and agreed to the hundred-strike duel earlier, things might have ended in a draw. In that case, the Mu family’s reputation would have been tarnished…” After a pause, Abu’s tone turned serious: “But with that hundred-strike duel, I’m afraid we’ll lose our first fight.”
“…”
Though reluctant to admit it, the situation was already set, and Abu and the others were prepared to lose the first round: “Luhu, your strength has surpassed 200. Facing this guy, you shouldn’t be so at a disadvantage…” Abu instructed another boxer back home.
A man with a scar on his left cheek nodded: “I understand.”
Back home, Abu was like a mentor to him, providing guidance in martial arts. That’s why, when Abu proposed the trip to the Central Plains, he followed without hesitation.
As the number of strikes increased, Alang’s morale gradually faded amid the insults. His speed and fighting spirit were clearly not as strong as before. Relying solely on anger, he kept pressing forward and attacking, hoping it would suffice.
In his eyes, this was an extremely unfair fight. He had traveled thousands of miles to challenge them, only for the Mu family to send someone to race against him.
“Damn it…”
By the last twenty strikes, Alang hadn’t realized that as his internal energy continued to drain and his moves grew more repetitive, Yaoshi Wanneng had shifted from exaggerated dodging to a more steady approach, closely watching every move of his as if searching for something.
Baolong stood with his arms crossed, silently observing from outside the fighting circle.
He was one of the first to notice Yaoshi Wanneng’s change…
Gradually, a faint, inexplicable smile appeared on his face.
One hundred strikes!
It was just a pretext. As a pillar of the martial arts world in the Central Plains, the Mu family wouldn’t fight against a master from a small country like Thailand by sending Yaoshi Wanneng. If they still relied on such tactics to win, it would be beneath them and give others ammunition to mock them.
What the Mu family needed was a decisive victory!
One that didn’t have to reveal their greatest strength yet still secured a perfect win.
Ninety strikes!
On the training ground, as the number of strikes neared one hundred, Alang’s expression grew increasingly grim. His anger grew harder to control. His fierce punching style became chaotic and violent, and he began recklessly using his ultimate moves. Sand and dust flew everywhere as his punches shattered the air, all in an effort to inflict as much damage as possible on Yaoshi Wanneng.
Ninety-one…

Ninety-two!
Alang’s attacking rhythm had unknowingly lost its original intent of combining offense and defense, turning into a completely unrestrained style, as if venting his anger and dissatisfaction.
Yao Shi Wan Neng’s gaze kept shifting between Alang’s legs and arms…
The moment the ninety-third move was executed, violent dust swirled everywhere under the force of Alang’s punches.
Step!
Without warning, Yao Shi Wan Neng, moving like a butterfly, suddenly stopped. His expression changed abruptly, shifting from vibrant to eerily calm.
Like lightning, he moved at twice the speed of retreat, charging headlong into Alang’s punch barrage…
Whoosh!!
A clear sword sound and a powerful sword aura emerged from the astonishing dust.
The intense dust, along with Alang’s punches, was instantly split in two by this sharp sword strike. Under Alang’s stunned gaze, Yao Shi Wan Neng, along with his sword, flashed past him.
Swish!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Yao Shi Wan Neng and Alang stood five meters apart, back to each other, their expressions calm as still water.
“Tick-tock…”
A drop of bright red blood fell from the tip of Yao Shi Wan Neng’s sword…
At the same time, a thin sword wound appeared on Alang’s neck. As he slowly lowered his head, the red wound became clearer, and blood flowed profusely.
“Alang!”
With a look of shock and disbelief on his face, he collapsed to the ground. His life force was utterly gone, and the last thing he saw was Abu and the others rushing over.
“…Luck. My apologies.”
Without even glancing at Alang’s body, Yao Shi Wan Neng sheathed his sword and left. But as soon as he turned, a stern shout came from behind: “Stop!”