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

Mo Shang stood alone on the ring, his chest heaving violently, each breath heavy and rapid. Beads of sweat dripped down his cheeks like pearls from a broken string, dripping onto the stone slabs of the ring, instantly transforming into a small patch of moisture. He closed his eyes slightly, slowly regulating his disordered internal energy, trying to regain some strength in his exhausted body.

Even though his realm has improved, the continuous battles have consumed a huge amount of his spiritual and physical strength.

At that moment, the abbot of Kongling Temple, Fakun, stepped onto the ring with a heavy, mountain-like stride. Each of his steps seemed to carry a force of a thousand pounds, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly and emit a dull thud. Fakun was tall and imposing, like an unshakable tower. His dark red robes fluttered gently in the breeze, which should have given him a solemn and dignified look, but the eerie aura he exuded made him seem eerie and terrifying. Beneath his seemingly solemn face, a pair of sinister eyes, like a bottomless pool, revealed an undisguised cruelty and brutality that intimidated the very presence of the warrior.

Fakun spoke, "Mo Shang, your encounter with me today is your fate." His voice was deep and hoarse, like thunder from the depths of the underworld, rumbling in his ears, carrying an invisible, almost crushing pressure. This voice seemed to possess tangible power, sending a chill down into the bones of everyone present, sending them shivering uncontrollably.

Mo Shang stood erect, his spine straight, like an unyielding javelin. His gaze was firm and sharp, like a sword capable of piercing the darkness. He faced Fa Kun fearlessly and replied in a resounding voice, "Abbot Fa Kun, I've heard that Kong Ling Temple is notorious for its crimes of burning, murder, looting, and other atrocities. Today, I'll see if your methods can truly bring me to my knees."

Fakun snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and contempt. He said no more, launching his attack instantly. He swung his palms with lightning speed, a forceful wind like a hurricane, barreling down on Mo Shang's face. Mo Shang dodged with incredible speed, his body swift as lightning. Fakun's palm slashed across his cheek, slicing like a sharp knife. A searing pain washed over him, as if ripping his skin apart. Fakun then swept his leg across, a force like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying the force of a vast ocean. The wind was so fierce it seemed to relentlessly rip the very air before him. Mo Shang reacted swiftly, like an agile ape, leaping back several steps to avoid the ferocious blow. However, the sharp wind still caught the edge of his clothing, shattering it into a cascade of flying silk.

Fakun's attacks grew increasingly ferocious, his palms lashing out like a torrential downpour, each strike imbued with inner strength as deep as the abyss and vast as the ocean. This energy coalesced within his palms, transforming into visible rays of light that distorted the air wherever they passed. Mo Shang's form shifted like a ghost, weaving in and out of Fakun's raging assaults. His presence was like a fish swimming nimbly through turbulent waves, seemingly treacherous, yet always managing to deftly evade the blows at the last second. His eyes tracked Fakun's every move, watching for even the slightest flaw and searching for an opening to strike back.

"Watch this!" Fakun shouted, his voice so deafening it seemed to crack the sky. With both palms thrust out, his internal energy surged out, forming a powerful airflow. The airflow, like a tornado, spun at high speed, carrying a terrifying aura of destruction as it swept towards Mo Shang. Mo Shang crossed his arms and mobilized all his internal energy to resist. There was a loud "bang", as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart, and the whole world trembled. The internal energy of the two men collided violently, stirring up a cloud of dust that covered the sky and the sun. Mo Shang was knocked back several steps by the powerful impact, and each step left a deep footprint on the ring. He felt the energy and blood in his body surging like a raging sea. His throat felt sweet, and a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Fakun didn't give Mo Shang a chance to breathe, leaping forward once more. His figure was like a ferocious falcon, swift and deadly. His punches and kicks combined, his offensive surged like a tide, wave after wave, leaving him overwhelmed. His boxing was incredibly powerful, each one packing a force so immense it seemed as if it could shatter towering mountains. His kicks were even more cunning and brutal, their angles so bizarre they were difficult to predict or defend against. Mo Shang gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding, and fought back with all his might, enduring the excruciating pain. His punches became even more ferocious, each one carrying a powerful force like thunder, attempting to break through Fakun's impenetrable defenses.

The audience watched with trepidation, their hearts in their throats. They held their breath, not daring to blink, afraid to miss a single moment. Their palms were covered in sweat, and unlike other performances, they were all sweating for Mo Shang, silently praying for him in their hearts.

Fakun grew increasingly restless as his assault proved fruitless. Veins bulged on his forehead, like green earthworms wriggling beneath his skin, a terrifying sight. His eyes were bloodshot, their murderous intent intensifying, as if he could devour Mo Shang alive. His attacks grew more vicious, each move imbued with deadly threat, each aimed at Mo Shang's vital points. His palms became increasingly vicious, sometimes aiming for Mo Shang's throat, aiming for a fatal blow, instantly suffocating him; other times, he aimed for Mo Shang's dantian, attempting to cripple his internal energy and render him useless. Mo Shang, completely focused, dodged and dodged, swaying like a leaf in the wind, yet never being struck. Sweat poured down his forehead like rain, soaking his clothes and clinging his hair to his scalp.

Mo Shang was furious. The abbot of the Kongling Temple had committed countless evil deeds, bringing disaster to the world and causing countless innocent people to suffer. He must not be allowed to escape today. He must be executed on the spot and justice must be served for those who had suffered.

Mo Shang suddenly spun, whirling like a whirlwind, and instantly circled behind Fa Kun. He channeled his inner strength, channeling all his power into his right palm, thrusting it forward with a whistling, fierce blow. Fa Kun, a seasoned expert, reacted with remarkable swiftness, dodging to the side. But Mo Shang's blow was powerful, and while it missed his vital point, it still sent a sharp pain through his shoulder. Fa Kun countered with a backhand elbow, a whirring sound like a hammer. Mo Shang narrowly avoided it, and the two engaged in another round of fierce exchanges.

The two exchanged dozens of moves, Mo Shang completely focused, his eyes unblinking as he meticulously observed Fa Kun's every movement, every breath, every subtle change in his expression. Gradually, he noticed that whenever Fa Kun attacked, a subtle opening would appear under his right armpit. Although this opening was fleeting, it was enough for a master like Mo Shang to see through him.

He seized the opportunity, and without hesitation, his entire internal energy surged into his right hand like a flood, striking with all his might. His fist shot like a meteor, darting towards Fakun's right armpit. Fakun roared in pain, his voice filled with rage and pain, like the roar of a wounded beast. His eyes intensified with murderous intent, like a blazing fire, a desire to incinerate Mo Shang immediately. He attacked Mo Shang with increasing ferocity, his moves becoming increasingly ferocious and unsystematic, determined only to inflict a fatal blow.

Mo Shang showed no fear, his eyes were as firm as iron, and there was no thought of retreat in his heart. He fought a desperate battle with Fa Kun, using all his strength in every move and every style, without holding back.

At this moment, Fakun unleashed a profoundly sinister technique. Black internal energy surged from his palm like a black flame, carrying an aura of evil and decay, like the infernal flames of hell, striking Mo Shang's chest. Unable to dodge, Mo Shang was struck by this sinister force. A sharp pain instantly ripped through his body, as if his internal organs were being torn apart, and every nerve trembled in agony. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which arced through the air and stained the ground in front of him. But Mo Shang didn't collapse. Instead, the blow ignited a deep and tenacious fighting spirit within him.

"Fakun, you evil monk! Today I will eliminate you!" Mo Shang roared, his voice resounding through the heavens like the roar of a god of war, filled with determination and fearlessness. His internal energy surged like a raging river, radiating an immensely powerful aura that seemed to freeze the air around him. His eyes grew resolute, and he once again recklessly charged at Fakun, like a fierce lion, fearless of any danger.

The battle between the two reached a fever pitch. The sound of fists and palms clashing was incessant, like the roar of firecrackers, dense and intense. The light generated by the collision of internal energy shone brightly on the ring, dazzling and impossible to look at. Each collision triggered a powerful wave of air that spread out in all directions, making it difficult for everyone in the audience to breathe.

Finally, Mo Shang once again found Fa Kun's fatal flaw. During one of his attacks, Fa Kun's footwork was unsteady, his center of gravity unstable, leaving him vulnerable. Mo Shang seized this fleeting opportunity and launched a flying kick, striking Fa Kun's knee. Fa Kun's body wobbled, revealing a significant vulnerability. Mo Shang then delivered a powerful blow with both fists, using every last ounce of his strength to strike Fa Kun hard in the chest.

Fakun couldn't dodge, and Mo Shang's full-strength punches struck his vitals. His body froze, his eyes filled with disbelief and despair. Then, like a kite with a broken string, he flew backwards, landing heavily on the ring with a dull thud.

"You...you are actually..." Fakun died before he could finish his words.

Mo Shang did not hold back this time and used 80% of his strength. He just wanted to kill him.

Mo Shang stood beside Fa Kun's body and said coldly: "This is the end of doing evil. Justice may be late, but it will never be absent." His voice was calm and firm, but full of majesty.

The audience had no sympathy for Fakun. Instead, they cheered with thunderous applause and deafening cheers.

It turned out that Kongling Temple had been guilty of all sorts of crimes, including murder, looting, and other crimes, which had long incurred the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people. The defeat and death of Fakun brought great joy to the people, as if a heavy weight had finally been lifted from their hearts, and the oppressive haze had finally been lifted.

Mo Shang, exhausted after this fierce battle, his clothes tattered and stained, blood and dust barely visible, his original color barely recognizable. He was wounded in many places, his clothes stained red with blood, and the blood from his wounds continued to flow. But his eyes were filled with determination and unyielding spirit, as if burning with an unquenchable flame. He knew the final test was about to begin.

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