The two exchanged blows, neither willing to concede, yet neither able to gain an advantage.
Wang Ming’s kick was easily dodged by Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen’s punch was also sidestepped by Wang Ming as he retreated.
For a time, they fought fiercely, evenly matched.
Zhou Fu, watching their battle, frowned deeply.
He knew he couldn’t withstand the force of a single punch thrown by either of them.
However, as time wore on, Wang Ming began to tire and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Seeing Wang Ming retreating, Yu Daohen grinned.
He was confident that in terms of pure fist and foot combat, he was second to none among the younger generation.
Including Wang Ming.
Wang Ming retreated, a silent surprise growing within him.
He hadn’t expected that after over a year of diligent practice, his fist and foot combat skills were still inferior to this fellow.
Wang Ming threw a punch towards Yu Daohen’s chest.
Yu Daohen didn’t dodge. He took the blow and retaliated with a kick to Wang Ming’s abdomen.
Both men stumbled back, regaining their footing.
The intense pain in his chest made Yu Daohen grit his teeth, his expression turning slightly grim.
Damn, that punch was fierce.
But his kick would surely take its toll on Wang Ming.
As expected, Wang Ming’s face also contorted slightly in pain, his abdomen aching so much he could barely stand upright.
He had traded a punch for a kick and felt he had lost considerably.
Although both had used their full strength, they hadn’t gone for the kill, and there were no internal injuries.
In other words, it was painful but not injurious.
Wang Ming smoothed his expression and said with a sly smile, “Your fist and foot combat skills are truly impressive, Benefactor Yu. This humble monk is impressed.”
Yu Daohen waved his hand dismissively and retorted, “Stop playing coy. Who won the fist and foot combat?”
Though displeased, Wang Ming had to admit that in terms of pure fist and foot combat, he was indeed inferior.
If he continued, he would surely lose.
“We haven’t compared our magical arts yet,” Wang Ming said, preparing to unleash his Great Vajra Palm.
Yu Daohen quickly stopped him, “Hey, you haven’t declared who won the fist and foot combat yet.”
Wang Ming, annoyed, blurted out, “You won, alright?”
Seeing the usually proud Wang Ming admit defeat, Yu Daohen’s face lit up with joy.
“Alright, let’s start the real contest.”
As soon as Yu Daohen finished speaking, Wang Ming unleashed his Great Vajra Palm.
Watching Wang Ming charge forward, Yu Daohen’s lips curved upwards.
It seemed this fellow still hadn’t given up.
A golden light flashed in his hand as he summoned his Heavenly Qian Palm and met the attack.
Two beams of golden light, one dark and one bright, collided.
Bang!
The two energies merged, compressed rapidly, and exploded, kicking up dust from the ground.
Zhou Fu, standing nearby, raised his hand to shield his face.
The two figures in the dust remained motionless.
As the dust settled, Yu Daohen was about to push Wang Ming away when he saw golden light shoot from Wang Ming’s eyes.
“Golden Silkworm Pupils!” Yu Daohen inwardly cursed his misfortune. He quickly closed his eyes, but it was already too late.
The surroundings shifted rapidly. Although the scene was similar to before, Wang Ming had vanished.
Yu Daohen knew he had fallen into the illusion of the Golden Silkworm Pupils. He immediately placed his palm on the ground and shouted, “Water Kan Mirror, activate!”
As soon as he spoke, a water-like blue energy shield enveloped him.
The moment the shield formed, he felt a fierce attack coming from directly in front of him.
Yu Daohen looked ahead. Although the area was empty, he was certain Wang Ming was directly in front of him.
Cracks began to appear on the Water Kan Mirror’s energy shield. Just as it was about to shatter, Yu Daohen raised his hand and conjured his Heavenly Qian Palm, unleashing it.
At the very instant his palm, imbued with the Heavenly Qian Palm, struck out, another palm met it.
Bang!
The two palms collided, and Wang Ming’s figure reappeared.
Wang Ming looked at Yu Daohen and remarked, “As expected, the Golden Silkworm Pupils don’t have much effect on you.”
Yu Daohen grinned, “I won’t fall for the same trick twice.”
A signature sly smile spread across Wang Ming’s face, “Oh, really? Are you sure you’ve escaped the illusion?”
“What!”
Yu Daohen felt a chill down his spine. He spun around abruptly, simultaneously conjuring his Earth Kun Hand and slashing it out.
Whoosh!
The moment Yu Daohen struck, a palm had already pressed against his throat.
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming, who had appeared suddenly, and said with surprise, “Good thing I reacted quickly, or I would have truly lost.”
Yu Daohen hadn’t lost. As Wang Ming’s palm pressed against his throat, his own hand, imbued with the Earth Kun Hand, also reached his opponent’s throat.
Both men had the other by the throat.
“So fast!”
Wang Ming’s face showed a hint of surprise.
If Yu Daohen had been even a fraction slower, he would have won.
“How about it, should we call it a draw?” Yu Daohen chuckled, but in his heart, he made a firm resolution.
He absolutely had to find a way to control these Golden Silkworm Pupils.
Fortunately, he had reacted quickly, otherwise, he would have truly fallen victim to the Golden Silkworm Pupils.
Wang Ming grinned and said, “There’s no such thing as a draw in a fight. Let’s continue.”
He had lost the fist and foot combat round, and he absolutely could not lose this one.
Wang Ming pushed off the ground with his toes and retreated.
Yu Daohen said nothing, also pushing off the ground and retreating.
Truthfully, he was not satisfied with a draw.
He had to completely defeat this kid, no matter what.
“Now it’s my turn to attack!”
Yu Daohen narrowed his eyes, stomped on the ground, and charged forward, conjuring his Heavenly Qian Palm and unleashing it.
Wang Ming’s lips curved upwards. He stomped on the ground and grunted, “Vajra Shield, activate!”
A bell formed from golden gas directly enveloped Wang Ming.
Yu Daohen’s Heavenly Qian Palm struck the ancient bell squarely, emitting a deafening roar.
Yu Daohen’s palm went numb, but the bell remained completely still.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen, refusing to believe it, conjured his Heavenly Qian Palm again and struck out.
But the bell remained as unmoving as before.
Wang Ming, inside the bell, said proudly, “Quickly use your ultimate move, Samsara Blood Tears, to break my Golden Bell Shield.”
“You want me to use it? Do I have no pride?” Yu Daohen retorted verbally, but inwardly, he had to admit.
This iron turtle was indeed incredibly defensive. Even his Water Kan Mirror wasn't as tough as this.
In the current martial world, if one were to speak of defensive techniques, the Golden Bell Shield of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple could truly be called the best.
Just as Yu Daohen hesitated whether to use Samsara Blood Tears, he suddenly thought of something.
He pushed off the ground with his toes and retreated.
Wang Ming looked at Yu Daohen’s action with some confusion.
Could it be that this kid had learned some new technique?
Yu Daohen retreated five meters and stopped, a cunning smile on his face.
“Today, I’ll give you a taste of this: Iron Bell to a Baldy.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Daohen formed a hand seal, took a deep breath, and then spewed out a torrent of flames towards the large bell.