Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 323: Fighting Gao Mingyuan Again

Gao Mingyuan saw that the situation was not good, so he roared, swung his fist as big as a casserole, and smashed it towards the long sword with overwhelming force, trying to kill the man in black who dared to provoke him in one fell swoop.

However, his normally proud Crazy Shark Fist encountered unprecedented resistance. When his iron fist collided with Wu Ming's Autumn Water Sword Technique, a series of crisp metallic clashes were heard, but it failed to shake Wu Ming in the slightest.

On the contrary, Wu Ming's swordsmanship was like a surging river. Not only did he successfully resolve Gao Mingyuan's fierce attack, but he also pressed on step by step, causing Gao Mingyuan's steps to gradually become messy.

At this time, Gao Mingyuan finally realized that the mysterious man in black in front of him was no ordinary person, and his strength had actually reached the realm of driving objects!

You know, warriors who can reach the realm of expelling objects are rare in the martial arts world. Each one is a powerful figure who is famous in the area. I didn't expect to meet several of them recently. Is it possible that masters of the realm of expelling objects are so common now? Gao Mingyuan thought a little depressedly.

But Gao Mingyuan is, after all, a veteran of many battles, and he has already entered the realm of driving objects for a long time. He thinks he has profound skills and rich experience.

Gao Mingyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm his anxious and restless heart. He knew that facing such a powerful enemy, only by remaining calm and focused could he have a chance of victory.

At this moment, he stared intently at the mysterious man in black in front of him, his eyes revealing an unprecedented seriousness.

Then, he once again mobilized the powerful energy within his body, gathering it between his palms like a surging river. With a deep roar, he unleashed his full might with the Crazy Shark Fist, each punch imbued with immense force, seemingly tearing through the very air.

Suddenly, the Crazy Shark Fist's moves descended upon Wu Ming like a hurricane. Gao Mingyuan's boxing style was fierce and domineering, his momentum unleashed, each move carrying the power to annihilate the world, determined to crush his opponent in one fell swoop.

However, to his surprise, despite his ferocious attack, Wu Ming didn't retreat a single step. Instead, Wu Ming's sword danced lightly, its momentum flowing like a stream, uninterrupted. This seemingly gentle and feeble sword technique actually held a hidden power.

During the fierce battle between the two sides, Gao Mingyuan gradually realized that something was wrong. He originally thought that Wu Ming was just relying on his agility to dodge his attacks.

Gradually, he found that he could no longer keep up with the opponent's speed. However, he did not care and continued to immerse himself in his fierce offensive, believing that the opponent's swordsmanship was too weak and he did not dare to compete with him head-on. He was just trying to delay time.

However, as the rounds of fighting increased, the chill became more pronounced. Gao Mingyuan suddenly felt a piercing chill on his boxing gloves, and this chill was gradually spreading, seriously affecting the speed and power of his punches.

Unconsciously, more than a dozen moves had passed. When he looked closely, he found that a thin layer of white frost had quietly covered his constantly swinging iron fist. At first, this layer of white frost was not obvious, so Gao Mingyuan did not notice it at all.

But as time went by, the chill had already affected him, and several wounds appeared on his body, and he finally woke up. At this moment, Gao Mingyuan finally woke up from his dream and realized the seriousness of the problem.

His eyes were as big as copper bells, as if his eyeballs were about to fall out. His face was full of disbelief as he stared at the long sword in Wu Ming's hand, which was flashing with a terrifying light.

At this moment, his heart was churning like a raging storm, and he thought to himself, "How could this person actually comprehend the artistic conception? This is simply unbelievable! I've been roaming the martial arts world for so many years, weathering countless storms and meeting countless masters, but I've never seen anyone truly comprehend the artistic conception!"

When he learned that the other party had already comprehended the artistic conception, Gao Mingyuan's heart sank instantly. He knew very well that facing such a powerful opponent, he would probably have difficulty in winning.

After carefully weighing the pros and cons, he decisively abandoned the brutal shark fist that had been his key to victory. Although this fist technique was incredibly powerful, it was clearly inadequate against Wu Ming, who had already grasped the sword's essence.

Gao Mingyuan quickly shifted his tactics, unleashing a defensive-focused boxing style. At this point, saving his own life was his primary concern. As for the safety of the bandits, how could it possibly outweigh his own precious life? After all, only when alive can there be hope; as long as there are green mountains, there will be no shortage of firewood.

In reality, Wu Ming and Gao Mingyuan were originally equally matched in strength. If they were to engage in a real fight, it would probably be difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

However, Gao Mingyuan was injured during his last fight with Wu Ming. Although his injury has almost recovered in recent days, it still has a certain degree of impact on his strength.

This slight decrease in strength might not have been a big problem if it was used against other ordinary opponents. But now, the enemy he faced was Wu Ming, so this tiny gap could become the key factor in determining life or death.

At this moment, the situation became increasingly critical! Due to a minor oversight, he had been eroded by the artistic conception contained in Wu Ming's Autumn Water Sword Technique. As a result, facing Wu Ming, who was no less powerful than him, he seemed to be somewhat stretched and at a disadvantage.

At this moment, he knew that the situation was not good, so he could only put aside the idea of ​​attacking for the time being and take a defensive stance wholeheartedly to ensure his own safety first.

Wu Ming, wielding a longsword, wielded it with the same unrestrained ease and fluidity as flowing water, a technique known as the Autumn Water Sword Technique. The fierce battle between him and Gao Mingyuan had been raging for some time, but after only a dozen or so moves, Gao Mingyuan was clearly losing ground, unable to withstand Wu Ming's exquisite and ferocious swordplay.

According to the current situation, Wu Ming estimated that he would be able to easily defeat his opponent in thirty to fifty moves at most.

But who would have thought that Gao Mingyuan, who was about to be defeated, suddenly changed his tactics, abandoning the boxing style he had used before and instead using another boxing style to deal with Wu Ming's attack.

Although this new boxing style is not as powerful and domineering as the boxing style Gao Mingyuan originally used, it has its own unique features - it is like an extremely hard turtle shell, protecting Gao Mingyuan's entire body tightly.