Mystery Descends: My Exchanges Are Not Equal Chapter 5, Falling Out! The CD has arrived!
Previously on Mystery Descends: My Exchanges Are Not Equal...
The night had deepened considerably without notice.
While the howls of wild beasts resounded from the outer darkness of the temple, a more profound peril seemed to lurk within its walls.
After circulating his internal Qi several times, Murong Fu managed to suppress his injuries and let out a chuckle. "What do you intend to do?"
Had his deception been uncovered? Wang Teng, illuminated by the moonlight, felt a flicker of surprise but swiftly regained his composure. Just as he prepared to respond, Murong Fu cut him off.
"That's the look," Murong Fu sneered maliciously, his true nature now exposed. "Like a mere ant, I have long been aware of your treachery. Beg for your life, and I shall grant you a swift demise!"
"What are you planning?" Wang Teng inquired, noting the madness in Murong Fu's eyes.
"What do I wish to do? I know you overheard our conversation in the woods and dared to deceive me," Murong Fu stated slowly, disdain dripping from his gaze.
"To conspire with Western Xia to invade the Central Plains—is such a monumental secret something a mere Beggar Gang disciple could possibly uncover?!" Murong Fu's face contorted with cold malevolence.
Wang Teng clenched his jaw and retorted with a sneer, "You proclaim yourself the martial arts leader, yet you collude with Western Xia to ravage the Central Plains, all to achieve your so-called grand ambition of restoring a nation."
"Hahahaha, nonsensical talk of being a martial arts leader! My goal is to become Emperor, and absolutely no one can stand in my way!"
"Everyone else, including yourself, is nothing more than an ant. For the sake of my restoration cause, the deaths of many are a worthy price to pay!"
Murong Fu's madness was absolute, his hands completing the final circulation of Qi from his head to his feet.
"Since you are privy to this knowledge, I cannot possibly spare you. While my poison has not been fully neutralized, leaving me with only thirty percent of my original strength, it is more than enough to eliminate you!"
A chilling sensation coursed down Wang Teng's spine.
At this critical juncture, a sharp glint flashed in Murong Fu's eyes.
Boom!
A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from his gaze...
Instantly, Wang Teng felt Murong Fu's aura surge like a boundless ocean, engulfing and consuming his very consciousness.
He was immediately overcome by intense dizziness.
Could this be the power of a comprehensive combat strength rating of 950?
In the subsequent second, he was horrified to discover that he was utterly incapable of moving even a single finger.
Swish!
At this precise moment, Murong Fu unleashed a swift palm strike, the immense force instantly lifting sand and stones within the temple as it hurtled towards Wang Teng...
Wang Teng was filled with great alarm.
His body rendered immobile, he was forced to endure the full impact of the palm strike; the situation was exceedingly perilous.
"Hahaha!"
Murong Fu's laughter reverberated throughout the temple.
In the blink of an eye, the palm wind struck, its potent internal strength beginning to pierce Wang Teng's skin...
At this critical moment, Wang Teng rapidly opened his Attribute Panel.
"Powerful Mountain Pulling, activate!"
Within a mere 0.0001 seconds, Wang Teng's physical power doubled.
He immediately felt a surge of furious energy coursing through him, causing his muscles to tremble.
"Roar!"
Wang Teng roared out in unconcealed rage!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
His body emitted a series of sharp cracking sounds!
No! It was the sound of the very space within his body fracturing!
He had, astonishingly, broken free from the oppressive shackles of the internal strength; his senses instantly became crystal clear.
In the very same instant, he narrowly dodged the palm strike, though his fair face was grazed by the sharp palm wind, leaving behind a trail of blood.
Concurrently, he launched a counter-punch!
"Boom!"
A resounding explosion!
His heavy fist shattered the formidable palm wind, leaving a red mark on Murong Fu's palm.
"Huh?"
Murong Fu was greatly astonished.
This seemingly insignificant Beggar Gang disciple was now emanating an implicit sense of pressure with every single move he made.
"How is this possible?!"
The martial arts of ordinary Beggar Gang disciples could never manifest such formidable force!
This kind of power could only be attained by a martial arts grandmaster who had dedicated decades to immersion. Even he himself had only just managed to brush against its threshold.
How could this young pup possess such might?
There was only one logical explanation—his martial arts inherently possessed such power.
As this thought solidified, Murong Fu's eyes gleamed with sharp intensity; he became resolute in his determination to acquire such martial arts!
"Boom!"
Murong Fu twisted his waist and abdomen, his legs whirling as he soared above Wang Teng's head, pressing down with both palms.
Wang Teng swiftly raised both of his palms to meet the attack, reaching for the sky.
At that precise moment, Murong Fu's eyes shone with an intense brilliance.
Swish!
"Star Shifting!"
The cultivation technique was activated, and an unseen force instantly twisted Wang Teng's incoming attack.
Wang Teng immediately felt his strength draining away and his body losing its stability.
Bang!
A heavy, muffled thud!
"Repaying one's attack with their own!"
Wang Teng was violently flung away by the force of his own attack...
Bang!
Wang Teng landed heavily on the ground, raising a thick cloud of dust.
But in the very next second, he flipped to his feet, his injuries proving to be not severe.
"Huh!"
Murong Fu was once again taken aback.
He had not anticipated Wang Teng possessing such a tenacious life force.
A person of ordinary constitution would surely be killed or gravely wounded by such a ferocious assault. Yet, in a mere blink, Wang Teng remained standing, ready to fight. Hiss! This young fellow is no simpleton! Murong Fu, astonished, soon felt his gaze sharpen with icy resolve as he focused intently on Wang Teng. "Hand over the martial arts you practice, and I shall grant you your life!" Upon hearing this, Wang Teng responded with laughter rather than anger. "The true nature of you, Murong Fu, is something I understand perfectly well. If you were trustworthy, pigs would indeed be capable of scaling trees." "Since that is your stance, I shall ensure you experience the full spectrum of this world's suffering!" Murong Fu let out another chilling sneer. A formidable aura erupted from his person, accompanied by waves of internal strength that reverberated within the ancient hall. Bang! Bang! Bang! In mere moments, Murong Fu and Wang Teng had clashed dozens of times. Facing such overwhelming power, Wang Teng was at a distinct disadvantage. Were it not for the unique formidable effect of Powerful Mountain Pulling, Wang Teng would have undoubtedly been unable to endure much sooner. However, the sheer gap in overall combat capability was too immense; at this point, Wang Teng was thoroughly drenched in blood, his vision blurred by the stinging fluid. He relied purely on his sheer willpower to persist and avoid collapsing. It was at this critical juncture that Murong Fu sneered and launched a palm strike directly towards the crown of his head... Outside the temple, the bright moon hung high in the midday sky. As consciousness flickered in and out, subtle modifications appeared on Wang Teng's attribute panel. [Unequal Exchange, cooldown time 00:00:00] Finally, the corners of his lips curved into a slight grin, and he immediately declared, "I have been anticipating the cooldown; what are you waiting for!" "The cooldown is finished! Exchange!" Swoosh! A flash of white light illuminated the scene, and the plain gray porcelain bottle clutched in Wang Teng’s arms vanished. It was a full bottle of Sadness Butter Clear Wind! [Unequal Exchange activated successfully.] [Unequal Exchange enters cooldown, time 24 hours.] [This time, Unequal Exchange consumed 12 points of Luck Value.] [Friendly Reminder: Luck Value restores to its initial state over time, at a rate of 1 Luck Value per day.] [Congratulations, you have obtained the cultivation technique "Star Shifting"!] "Murong Fu, your demise is imminent." "What?! Posturing with mystery, a mere Beggar Gang disciple, do you presume to defy the heavens!" Murong Fu’s countenance contorted, resembling that of a malevolent spirit. Wang Teng deftly evaded the incoming palm wind and retaliated with a punch... Murong Fu neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes brimming with derision. Buzz! He channeled his internal strength, intending to unleash Star Shifting once more. He aimed to torment Wang Teng, forcing him to fall victim to his own power. But in the very next second, "Boom!" A potent, forceful fist connected directly with his Dantian! An overwhelming wave of agony instantly coursed through him. He involuntarily doubled over, resembling a shrimp. "How can this be!" Murong Fu’s heart was seized by sheer terror. This beggar gang brat before him had actually managed to counter Star Shifting. No! No! No! This is impossible; it must be due to the poison I carry! "Perish!" Murong Fu descended into complete madness, his formidable internal strength causing his sleeves to flap with a loud rustle. Both palms, like launching cannonballs, surged directly towards Wang Teng’s face. Just then, the entirety of the Sadness Butter Clear Wind poison took full effect. Murong Fu’s combat prowess diminished by another thirty percent! In the subsequent moment, Murong Fu was repelled by a similar surge of internal strength! His teeth, now mixed with blood, traced a crimson arc through the air. Murong Fu tumbled backward, his eyes wide with utter bewilderment. What is happening? "Haha, this is the art of using one's own technique against oneself!" Wang Teng rejoiced. In an instant, he unleashed Star Shifting, reflecting all of Murong Fu’s damage back at him! As the Sadness Butter Clear Wind coursed into Murong Fu’s system, the poison simultaneously ravaged his weakened body with every circulation of his internal strength. At this critical juncture, Wang Teng slid forward, retrieved the Xia People’s Sword lying on the ground, and swiftly advanced on Murong Fu... Swoosh! A flash of sword light! The hand ascended, the blade descended! "No!" Murong Fu shrieked in utter despair! Splatter! Blood erupted! A head detached and tumbled to the ground! A hero of his generation met his end thus.........