Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

Amidst the crowd's discussions, Fang Que, leader of the Iron Blood Gang, leaped onto the stage. He was a massive figure, his muscles bulging. His massive frame towered over Mo Shang like an iron tower, emitting a chilling sense of oppression.

Fang Que stared with his big eyes like copper bells, his eyes burning with rage, and shouted: "Mo Shang, how dare you be so arrogant and try to challenge six people alone? Let me teach you a lesson today and let you know how powerful my Iron Blood Gang is!" His voice was as loud as a bell, making the ears of everyone present buzz.

Mo Shang's expression was as calm as water, his face was unperturbed, and he said lightly: "Boss Fang, just come over." His tone was understated, as if the fierce battle before him was just a piece of cake for him.

Fang Que cut short his words and roared, his voice seemingly piercing the heavens. He then charged towards Mo Shang with heavy strides, each step causing the arena to tremble slightly, as if the very ground beneath his feet was trembling. He swung his fist, the size of a clay pot, with a whirring sound. It struck Mo Shang's face like a meteor, seemingly shattering everything before him.

Mo Shang, swift as a swallow, dodged sideways with a light and nimble movement, easily avoiding the powerful blow. Fang Que's fist smashed into the air, stirring up a gust of wind. Seeing that his strike had missed, Fang Que spun quickly and launched another horizontal punch, the force of which was as powerful as the howling wind.

Mo Shang took light steps and leaped back a few steps, as light as a fallen leaf, cleverly widening the distance between him and Fang Que.

Seeing Mo Shang dodging, Fang Que showed a look of disdain on his face and sneered, "What? Mo Shang, is all you can do to hide? If you have the guts, confront me head-on!"

Mo Shang smiled slightly, his smile revealing confidence and composure, and said, "Boss Fang, don't worry, the excitement is yet to come."

Fang Que was completely enraged by Mo Shang's nonchalant attitude. His face flushed crimson, and veins popped on his forehead. He lunged again, this time with even more ferocious punches, like a torrential downpour, making it difficult to withstand.

Mo Shang began to fight back. His moves seemed light and gentle, like a spring breeze, but each one contained deep internal strength and exquisite technique. He was able to skillfully neutralize Fang Que's violent attacks, making Fang Que's punches hit like cotton, with no impact.

The two exchanged punches and palms, their figures intertwined. For a moment, the ring was filled with vigor and the wind whistled. Their battle was like a collision between Mars and the Earth, fierce and shocking. The audience watched intently, their hearts clenched, not daring to blink, afraid to miss a single exciting moment.

Fang Que's attack was unsuccessful, and he gradually became impatient. His breathing became rapid, and his moves became a little messy, no longer as orderly and powerful as at the beginning.

Mo Shang, seizing the perfect moment, feinted, drawing Fang Que's full-strength attack. Then, with a sudden, ghostly movement, he circled behind Fang Que and delivered a gentle slap. This seemingly gentle blow, in reality, contained a powerful internal force. Fang Que stumbled forward a few steps, nearly falling to the ground.

He steadied himself and roared, his voice filled with resentment and anger. He lunged at Mo Shang again, like a wounded beast, attacking with even greater frenzy. However, his strength had been depleted by this point, and his attacks were less powerful than at the beginning, his movements also slightly sluggish.

Mo Shang remained composed, maneuvering with Fang Que at a leisurely pace, his steps agile and varied, like a graceful dance on the ring. He launched effective attacks from time to time, each one accurately hitting Fang Que's weak spots, leaving Fang Que exhausted and overwhelmed.

After dozens of rounds, Fang Que's movements noticeably slowed. Sweat poured down his face like rain, and his breathing was as heavy as the strains of a bellows. Mo Shang seized the opportunity and unleashed a unique skill. He thrust both palms together, sending a powerful force of wind surging towards Fang Que like a tidal wave.

Fang Que was unable to dodge and was hit by this powerful force. He flew backwards like a cannonball, retreated several feet, and finally knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hands, gasping for breath, and no longer had the strength to get up.

Mo Shang put his hands behind his back, looked at Fang Que quietly, and said, "Boss Fang, thank you for giving me the upper hand." His voice was calm and steady, but it echoed clearly in the entire arena.

The audience erupted in an uproar; no one had expected Mo Shang to remain so comfortable in his fight with Fang Que. Everyone began to reassess Mo Shang's abilities, their awe for him growing even stronger.

After Fang Que's defeat, Mo Shang remained calm and composed on the stage, his posture erect and unwavering, like a proud pine tree. Moments later, Liu Meiniang, the Master of Baihua Valley, gracefully and elegantly stepped onto the stage. She was dressed in a pink silk dress, her waist slender, her eyes full of affection, yet revealing a hint of fierceness.

Liu Meiniang held the umbrella of attachment, which was embroidered with exquisite patterns. It looked beautiful, but in fact it was hiding murderous intent. She said coquettishly, "Mo Shang, please don't underestimate me." Her voice was crisp and charming.

Mo Shang bowed slightly, his expression calm, and said, "Valley Master, please."

Liu Meiniang said no more. With a delicate cry, she waved her umbrella, and instantly several hidden weapons flew out from the umbrella, flashing like starlight, heading straight for Mo Shang's face. The sound of the hidden weapons breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, but Mo Shang's body was as fast as lightning, and he dodged to the side, and the hidden weapons flew past the corner of his clothes and disappeared into the stone slabs of the arena.

Seeing this, Liu Meiniang twisted the umbrella handle in her hand. With a click, a sharp blade suddenly emerged from the umbrella tip, flashing with cold light. She swung it, and the blade pierced Mo Shang with a whistling sound. Mo Shang was unhurried, dodging the sharp blow sideways and taking a step forward.

Liu Meiniang retreated lightly, like a dancing butterfly. The umbrella in her hand changed again, and wisps of poisonous smoke shot out from the ribs of the umbrella, quickly spreading and enveloping Mo Shang. Mo Shang immediately held his breath, waved his palms, and his internal force surged, dispersing the poisonous smoke like a hurricane.

Liu Meiniang chuckled, her laughter echoing through the poisonous smoke, making people's hair stand on end. She took the opportunity to attack again, her umbrella flying like flowers, her moves tricky and ruthless, making it impossible to defend against. Mo Shang responded with his bare hands, but he was not at all inferior. His eyes were sharp, and he saw the opportunity, and with lightning speed, he grabbed the umbrella handle.

Liu Meiniang was startled, and a trace of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes. She wanted to break free, but found that Mo Shang was extremely strong and held the umbrella handle tightly like an iron clamp, making her unable to move.

She cried out, letting go of the umbrella and slapping out with both palms. The wind from her palms carried a multicolored poisonous powder. The poisonous powder shimmered eerily in the sunlight. Mo Shang didn't dare to be careless, so he let go of the umbrella and leaped back several feet.

Liu Meiniang seized the opportunity to recall her Umbrella of Attachment and launched another attack. Her attacks were now more ferocious, the shadows of her umbrella multiplying like countless phantoms. Mo Shang responded calmly, his eyes focused, searching for flaws in Liu Meiniang's intensive assault.

After a fierce confrontation, Mo Shang saw the moment when Liu Meiniang used an old move, and approached her like a ghost, lightly tapped his fingers, and instantly hit the acupoint on her wrist.

Liu Meiniang felt her wrist go numb, and the umbrella of attachment in her hand fell out of her hand. Her face turned pale, and she took a few steps back, her eyes full of surprise and unwillingness.

Mo Shang bowed and said, "Valley Master, I'm sorry." His voice was steady and sincere.

Everyone in the audience was amazed that Mo Shang had won another game.

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