Wang Ming looked at Yu Daohen, hundreds of golden hands condensed behind him, ready to attack at any moment. "Little Master Yu, can you withstand this move?"
Yu Daohen smiled. "Then let's see if I can."
As soon as he finished speaking, ten drops of reincarnation blood tears condensed in Yu Daohen's left eye.
Wang Ming let out a soft cry, "Gather!"
Hundreds of hands merged into one large palm.
At the same time, Yu Daohen waved his hand, and the ten drops of reincarnation blood tears fused into a short sword.
This was also Yu Daohen's strongest killing move at the moment.
"Release!"
Both of them shouted simultaneously, and the reincarnation blood tears and the Buddhist palm were sent out directly.
*Bang!*
The two forces collided, and a surge of energy blew towards the crowd.
Everyone blocked with their hands, their faces filled with shock.
"Is this the Nine-Life Reincarnation Eye? It's terrifying."
*Bang!*
After clashing in the air for a few seconds, the two forces exploded.
Both Yu Daohen and Wang Ming were repelled several meters.
Wang Ming's face was a little pale, while Yu Daohen was already panting.
Wang Fubao and Zhang Xiaoqiang, standing nearby, were astonished by this power.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was about to help Yu Daohen.
Yu Daohen raised his hand to stop him and shook his head. "Don't worry, I can handle it."
The two monks who came with Wang Ming's faces changed. Few people in the temple could withstand the move Wang Ming had just used.
"Holy Master, the mission is important," one of the monks reminded him.
Wang Ming took a deep breath. He was only holding on by sheer willpower. If this dragged on, he would surely lose, and he had a mission to complete.
Wang Ming clasped his hands together. "This humble monk has lost."
Yu Daohen shook his head. "Neither of us fell, so it should be a draw. We'll decide the winner next time."
Wang Ming nodded and turned to leave with the two monks back to the inn.
Seeing Wang Ming leave, Yu Daohen breathed a sigh of relief. He could barely stand, but this match should be his victory.
The crowd, seeing the match end, began to whisper.
"It seems Master Yu won."
A fierce-looking man in his forties shook his head. "That's not necessarily true. It looks like Young Master Yu won, but he's already sweating. He must be barely holding on."
Yu Daohen and Wang Fubao chatted casually for a bit and then walked towards their room with Li Shiyao.
Upon entering the room, Yu Daohen locked the door and collapsed onto the sofa, panting heavily.
Yu Daohen felt a sharp pain in his left eye, the side effect of using the Nine-Life Reincarnation Eye.
Seeing Yu Daohen gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Li Shiyao said, "I'll go find Zhang Xiaoqiang."
She was about to head downstairs.
Yu Daohen grabbed her arm and shook his head. "Don't go. I'm fine."
Li Shiyao was startled by Yu Daohen's sudden grip.
After a few minutes, Yu Daohen felt a little better and explained, "There are all sorts of strange characters here. If they find out, we might both be in mortal danger."
Hearing Yu Daohen's words, Li Shiyao felt a chill down her spine.
In her eyes, killing was something she had only seen on television and in the news. What would happen if they used these strange powers on ordinary people?
Thinking of this, Li Shiyao's heart clenched. "Will they come up and cause trouble for us?"
Yu Daohen shook his head, looking calm. "No. After all, the title of 'Master Yu of Jiangdu' wasn't earned for nothing."
Li Shiyao nodded. Being by Yu Daohen's side gave her an indescribable sense of security.
Downstairs.
A man in his twenties signaled to the man next to him. "That kid is exhausted now. If we just..."
He made a chopping motion with his hand. "And the beauty with him, we can have our fun."
The other man hesitated for a moment before nodding. Yu Daohen was completely drained after the fight and had no strength left to fight again.
The two exchanged glances and headed upstairs.
"If you two want to die, go ahead."
The speaker was the fierce-looking man from before.
The two turned back and saw the man, their expressions changing. They obediently returned to their seats.
If anyone else had said that, they would not have believed it, but this man was different. He was a notorious ruthless figure in the martial world, a desperado who only cared about money and not people. He had killed at least eight hundred, if not a thousand people, and was known as "Executioner Li."
Seeing the two sit down, Executioner Li continued, "Everyone here is a ruthless character in the martial world, but why do they all respectfully call him 'Master Yu'? The title 'Master Yu' is not easily earned."
Executioner Li spoke very loudly, so almost everyone could hear him.
However, everyone ignored him and continued their conversations.
Hearing Executioner Li's words, the two abandoned their idea and sat on their stools, continuing their conversation.
After all, staying alive was the most important thing.
Zhang Xiaoqiang, who heard all of this clearly, took out his phone and sent a WeChat message.
Upstairs.
Yu Daohen picked up his phone and looked at the message from Zhang Xiaoqiang, his eyes turning cold.
Downstairs.
A man with a wrinkled face and two missing fingers on his hands came and sat next to Executioner Li.
Seeing him arrive, Executioner Li chuckled twice. "Isn't this 'Ghost Calculator'? Weren't you not interested?"
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Author's Note: Happy New Year's Day. I wish you all a Happy New Year.