Being Yue Buqun’s Disciple, My Master’s Wife is Teasing Me! Chapter 20: Breaking Your Moving Flower Pavilion Supreme Technique with Yin Wu Leis Art

Huang Rong, who had stepped aside, observed Yang Huan's figure and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Despite condemning him as a wicked and lecherous thief, she found this 'evil thief' rather intriguing over the past couple of days.

Even though he had tormented her for a full day, it was partly due to her own persistent provocations. Yang Huan wasn't exactly a saintly figure, and considering the sharp words she'd flung at him, his restraint in not dispatching her immediately was noteworthy.

More importantly, Yang Huan had not forced himself upon her. Reflecting on it, aside from his ruthless killing, he didn't seem to possess many other significant flaws.

Consequently, Huang Rong couldn't help but ponder if it would be a true waste for Yang Huan to meet his end like this.

'Should I perhaps plead for leniency on behalf of this lecher, urging the Flower Young Master to spare his life?' Huang Rong mused silently.

However, she was still deliberating on this course of action. After all, regardless of the circumstances, Yang Huan had indiscriminately slaughtered innocent people and abducted her forcefully; that was an undeniable truth.

Now, she had to depend on Wu Que, the Young Master of the Moving Flower Pavilion, to secure her own freedom. This situation also presented Wu Que with an opportunity to teach Yang Huan a harsh lesson and demonstrate the vast disparity in their strength.

This was the thought process unfolding in Huang Rong's mind.

At this precise moment, Yang Huan had fully concentrated and channeled his inner Qi, preparing to launch his assault.

Meanwhile, Wu Que remained standing, maintaining his composed and indifferent attitude.

It was evident that he did not perceive Yang Huan as a significant threat.

'Sunshine Over the Nine Provinces!'

Seizing the opportune moment, Yang Huan launched his attack directly!

His palm force surged with immense vigor, an unparalleled surge directed straight at Wu Que.

Wu Que stood with his hands clasped behind his back, casually extending a hand to release a simple palm strike.

Though the strike appeared gentle and effortless, the power it contained was profoundly terrifying!

The palm force, fierce and unmatched, surged towards Yang Huan like an unstoppable force of nature.

This was the Moving Flower Pavilion's ultimate technique – 'Flowing Flowers, Receiving Jade'!

'Flowing Flowers, Receiving Jade' was renowned as the premier palm technique in the world!

This set of palm techniques was guided by the practitioner's heart's desire, and its most remarkable feature was its ability to grow stronger when facing a more potent opponent.

The fiercer the enemy's assault, the stronger the counterattack would become.

Put simply, this martial art involved redirecting and reflecting the opponent's techniques. It was fundamentally a skill that turned an attacker's own force against them, akin in principle to Wudang's 'Four Ounces Overpowering a Thousand Pounds' and Shaolin's 'Eighteen Subduing Falling Stars'.

Once the direction of the incoming force was perceived, the practitioner could employ their palm techniques to skillfully redirect the enemy's attacks.

Yang Huan's attack hadn't even fully exerted its potential, yet it was already being deflected and sent back by Wu Que, imbued with even greater power.

Fortunately, Yang Huan reacted with lightning speed, swiftly evading the force that Wu Que rebounded.

Had he failed to do so, that single strike would have been sufficient to inflict severe injury upon Yang Huan.

Observing that his initial offensive had proven ineffective, Yang Huan ceased his attack and maintained a cautious stance, his eyes fixed intently on Wu Que.

Wu Que, for his part, made no aggressive moves, as confronting Yang Huan was not his primary objective.

Yang Huan knitted his brows, thinking to himself, 'The martial arts of the Moving Flower Pavilion are truly vexing.'

'If only I had the Long Rainbow Sword in my possession, perhaps I might stand a chance to fight back,' he considered.

'After all, with the Long Rainbow Sword's aid, the might of the Long Rainbow Sword technique would be considerably amplified.'

'Now that the Long Rainbow Sword is not with me, I don't even have a sword in hand.'

'Facing Wu Que, relying solely on the Long Rainbow Sword technique would undoubtedly lead to my defeat.'

'Employing their own methods against them, the Moving Flower Pavilion's Flowing Flowers, Receiving Jade, is indeed unpredictable.'

'But I refuse to believe he can deflect every single attack!'

Yang Huan's gaze intensified, and a burning spirit ignited within him, spurred by Wu Que's demeanor.

Wu Que's unperturbed appearance was, in fact, intensely irritating.

While he didn't overtly display contempt, the very absence of it was more humiliating.

It conveyed an impression that, in Wu Que's estimation, Yang Huan wasn't even worth the effort of contempt.

This thought greatly displeased Yang Huan; he felt an overwhelming urge to slap that conceited Young Master's face!

'Yin Wu Lei's Art – Palm Thunder!'

Yang Huan suddenly raised his arm, opening his palm.

A dark thunderbolt, sinister and malevolent, emanating an eerie aura and possessing terrifying might, erupted from Yang Huan's palm, swiftly hurtling towards Wu Que like a clap of thunder.

Wu Que's brow twitched slightly as he discarded his folding fan. Forsaking his usual stance with hands clasped behind his back, he employed both hands to execute the Moving Flower Pavilion technique, aiming to parry Yang Huan's assault. Yet, the ebony lightning proved remarkably elusive, rendering the Moving Flower Pavilion technique utterly incapable of altering its trajectory. Bang! A thunderous sound erupted, and the dark lightning convulsed along the thoroughfare, kicking up a cloud of dust. The once immaculate stone-paved street was transformed into a desolate, scorched landscape! As the dust slowly subsided, Wu Que remained standing resolutely in the street's center. Though Wu Que had not sustained dire injuries, his immaculate white attire was now begrimed with dust. Yang Huan's Yin Wu Lei Art had astounded all present! Wu Que's attendants, He Lu and He Shuang, gazed at Yang Huan with utter astonishment. They had never conceived that this individual could soil Wu Que's garments! You see, their young master, Wu Que, had encountered no adversary since his descent from the mountain. He had not even faced a foe capable of brushing the hem of his robes! But now, this person had managed to tarnish Wu Que's attire, a testament to his being no ordinary individual! Observing Wu Que's expression, it was clear he was adopting a serious approach! 'This gentleman's martial prowess is truly exceptional, commanding thunder and defying the Moving Flower Pavilion technique. I must confess, I underestimated you previously, but now, that mistake shall not be repeated!' Wu Que shed his casual demeanor, his focus sharpening completely, poised to confront the adversary. Noting Wu Que's grave comportment, Yang Huan let out a cold sneer and declared, 'Today, I shall employ this Yin Wu Lei Art to shatter your Moving Flower Pavilion technique!'