Yu Daohen had apparently planned to use this move.
Wang Ming shook his head helplessly and sneered, "Your Tun Yan Shu cannot break my Jin Zhong Zhao. You've tried it before, haven't you?"
Yu Daohen didn't speak, but continued to form a hand seal and use Tun Yan Shu to attack.
How could he not know that Tun Yan Shu couldn't break this iron tortoise? But his original intention wasn't to break this iron tortoise, but to cook the frog slowly.
Unlike other defensive spells, Jin Zhong Zhao required continuous consumption of internal energy once the iron tortoise was formed.
The fiercer the attack, the more energy was consumed. If it wasn't shattered in one blow, this great bell could recover endlessly, making it a truly unsolvable existence.
If a person with stronger internal energy used this move, they could exhaust their opponent to death.
Although this move was unsolvable, it had a fatal weakness.
That was to cook the frog slowly.
Normal spells and talismans could only attack a portion of the great bell's area, meaning Wang Ming consumed less energy.
But Tun Yan Shu was different; it could directly engulf the iron tortoise, like throwing it into boiling water.
With a larger attacked area, Wang Ming consumed more energy.
The situation had immediately reversed, and it was now a matter of seeing how long the opponent could last.
Wang Ming, hiding within the Jin Zhong Zhao, shook his head helplessly, wondering what Yu Daohen was up to.
If he continued to use Tun Yan Shu like this, he wouldn't last long. Soon, he would struggle to even use Tian Gan Zhang.
How could he possibly fight against me then?
Wang Ming simply watched Yu Daohen. After a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Something's wrong, why is the Jin Zhong Zhao consuming so much energy today!"
Wang Ming immediately reacted, looking at the flames attached to the Jin Zhong Zhao, his face changed drastically.
Could it be that the Jin Zhong Zhao was consuming so much energy today? It turned out that the opponent's flames had enveloped the entire Jin Zhong Zhao.
Seeing Wang Ming's reaction, Yu Daohen smiled and said, "How is it? This slow cooking isn't very comfortable, is it?"
Wang Ming frowned. If this continued, he would surely lose, but he still retorted stubbornly, "It's nothing special."
"Oh, really?" Yu Daohen continued to attack fiercely with Tun Yan Shu.
Five minutes... ten minutes... half an hour...
As time passed, Zhou Fu, standing nearby, wiped the sweat from his face, feeling the heat.
Yu Daohen panted, exhausted, his back soaked with sweat.
Wang Ming, inside the Jin Zhong Zhao, was even worse off, completely drenched, sweat pouring down like rain, dripping onto the ground.
Despite the protection of the Jin Zhong Zhao, he couldn't stand the heat and took off his leather jacket.
Seeing Wang Ming's tight black tank top underneath, Yu Daohen's expression was like he had discovered a new continent: "Holy cow, Brother Wang, you're quite the showman, even wearing a tight tank top."
Hearing this, Wang Ming immediately cursed, "Get lost! We're here for a match, why are you talking about this nonsense."
The ground around the Jin Zhong Zhao had been scorched black by Tun Yan Shu.
Yu Daohen glanced at Zhou Fu beside him and gave him a look.
Zhou Fu looked at Yu Daohen with a bewildered expression, not understanding what he meant.
Seeing Zhou Fu's confusion, Yu Daohen became anxious.
Why is this kid just standing there? Take a picture!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Seeing that Zhou Fu still didn't understand, Yu Daohen finally gave up.
With a final surge of Tun Yan Shu, Yu Daohen collapsed onto the ground.
He truly couldn't take it anymore; using Tun Yan Shu so many times consecutively was his limit.
Seeing Yu Daohen stop attacking and collapse on the ground, Wang Ming, who also couldn't hold on any longer, retracted his Jin Zhong Zhao and sat down on the ground.
He let out a long sigh of relief.
If Yu Daohen had unleashed another Tun Yan Shu, he might not have been able to withstand it.
However, he still had enough energy left to unleash a powerful Vajra Palm.
Given Yu Daohen's cunning nature, he would surely have saved enough energy to use Tian Gan Zhang.
The next move would decide the winner.
Yu Daohen looked at Wang Ming with a slight frown.
Although Wang Ming was also at his limit, he had held back some energy, but Yu Daohen was truly drained.
The hardness of this iron tortoise was truly beyond his imagination.
Yu Daohen had a sudden inspiration and stood up abruptly, laughing loudly, "Unbelievable, I, your young master, can still unleash another Tun Yan Shu."
"What!"
Wang Ming's face was filled with shock. He immediately stood up, stomped his foot, and the Jin Zhong Zhao quickly materialized, enveloping him. He looked at Yu Daohen in disbelief.
How is this possible? How could he still have the energy to use Tun Yan Shu?
This is absolutely impossible!
Seeing Wang Ming's disbelieving expression, Yu Daohen shrugged, his scheme successful, "As you predicted, I really don't have the energy to use Tun Yan Shu."
Hearing this, Wang Ming realized that the opponent was bluffing.
Yu Daohen shook his head regretfully, "Originally, if you had attacked with your Great Vajra Palm, I would have had to surrender. But unfortunately, you used the Jin Zhong Zhao. Alas, it's truly a pity."
Zhou Fu, standing beside them, twitched his mouth at his master's smug expression, unsure of what to say.
Killing with a single blow...
Seeing Yu Daohen's infuriating smile, Wang Ming couldn't help but burst into a torrent of curses, "I'll f*** your mother, you f***ing bastard (ten thousand words omitted here)."
Listening to Wang Ming's incessant cursing, Yu Daohen picked his ear with a pinky finger and looked at Zhou Fu, saying, "It's already half-past ten. Let's go home and cook."
Wang Ming, across from them, was still spewing curses, "I'll f*** your ancestors."
Yu Daohen was somewhat speechless and said, "It's just losing a match. Besides, losing to me isn't shameful."
Wang Ming had just finished cursing, but hearing these irritating words, he started cursing again.
At this moment, he looked nothing like a monk, being no different from a street ruffian.
Zhou Fu looked at Wang Ming's uncomposed state and then at Yu Daohen, "Master, has he gone mad from the shock and suffered qi deviation?"
Yu Daohen waved his hand and smiled, "No, he's been the second-best for so many years, he can handle a little mockery."
"This..." Zhou Fu finally understood why Wang Ming had always wanted to challenge his master.
This verbal sparring, anyone would find it unbearable.
Wang Ming seemed to have tired himself out from cursing, or perhaps he realized his loss of composure. He now clasped his hands together, muttering something.
Seeing this, Yu Daohen walked forward, a smile on his face, and extended his hand, "Alright, it's just a loss, there's no need to be angry. Losing to me is truly not shameful!"
Yu Daohen's words, instead of calming Wang Ming, only made him angrier. The curse on his lips was swallowed back, and he clasped his hands together, "The Buddha is in my heart, all anger turns to emptiness. Amitabha."
Looking at Wang Ming's demeanor, Yu Daohen, who had intended to tease him further, decided against it.
What if this monk really fought him to the death?