Starting with photographic memory, I've worked my way up to become a martial arts immortal.

Jiang Yuan missed his two moves in a row and had to take a step back to dodge the kick. He then saw Du Yingying land gently and rush towards him with her fist raised.

Du Yingying's fists moved like shadows, her sleeves fluttering as she cut through the air. This was the killing move "Eighteen Consecutive Strikes of Breaking the Mountain" from the Breaking the Mountain Fist.

By unleashing a continuous barrage of punches, the opponent is dragged into a rhythm that leaves them struggling to keep up.

Having lost the initiative, Jiang Yuan could only defend and retreat, and was temporarily at a disadvantage.

This series of moves, which deflected the deadly attack and then launched a counterattack, was so fluid and smooth that it elicited howls from the audience.

"Great job, junior sister!"

Just as Jiang Yuan was about to retreat to the circle line, he noticed that the opponent's punches were slowing down and his energy was becoming somewhat scattered. He immediately seized the moment and used "Crane Soaring Through the Mountains" to flash to Du Yingying's side, grabbing her with one hand and thrusting straight at her waist.

The "Eighteen Consecutive Strikes to Break Through the Mountain" is an extremely powerful killing move, but it requires sufficient strength, fast punches, and strong endurance to be fully executed. Du Yingying clearly did not fully master it, allowing Jiang Yuan to seize the brief opening to escape and counterattack.

Du Yingying took a deep breath and tried to dodge, but felt weak all over and her movements slowed down.

"It's over!"

A wave of horror washed over her, and for a moment she thought she was going to be crippled. Suddenly, she felt a light tap on her lower back, and a tingling, electric-like sensation spread from her waist throughout her body. She stumbled and fell out of the circle.

"Junior sister, are you alright?"

The disciples nearby exclaimed in surprise and were about to gather around.

But after being glanced at by Du Zhen, who had somehow entered the circle, he shrank back in fear.

Wei Xuan stood up. "Jiang Yuan, you've fought several battles in a row; you must be exhausted. Go down."

"Yes, Master." Jiang Yuan bowed respectfully.

Du Yingying sat on the ground, biting her lip and turning her head to look. She saw the handsome young man in the sunlight, with a sharp and calm demeanor. His face did not show any smugness despite winning more than ten games in a row. She was stunned for a moment.

"Are you injured?" Du Zhen asked with concern, looking down at her.

Du Yingying shook her head, stood up, and was helped down by several female disciples.

Jiang Yuan glanced around and saw many people glaring at him, but he didn't care at all. He casually walked up behind his second senior brother, Fang Yan.

"Well done." Fang Yan's gaze was fixed ahead, but his voice drifted over softly.

"Thank you for the compliment, Second Senior Brother." Jiang Yuan's lips curled up slightly. Seeing that Shao Tingfeng was already standing inside the circle, he knew that the Ming Jin disciples were going to make their moves, so he stopped talking and watched attentively.

Shao Tingfeng was dressed in white, with a cold and aloof expression.

"Who's coming?" he asked coldly, looking down at the audience.

One of the disciples looked indignant and was about to lift his foot when he was pressed down by a hand.

"I'll do it!"

The disciple asked in confusion, "Senior Brother Jiang Hao, didn't we agree beforehand that I would go first and you would be the last one to perform?"

Jiang Hao glared at him and strode into the circle.

Unlike other disciples of the Du family martial arts school, he wore a loose-fitting long-sleeved shirt and had a burly build.

"My name is Jiang Hao."

Jiang Hao walked up to Shao Tingfeng and clasped his hands in a salute.

"Alright, come on," Shao Tingfeng said impatiently.

Before he finished speaking, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Jiang Hao's face.

"Whoosh!"

A long black needle flew out from under his sleeve, shooting towards Shao Tingfeng who was standing close by with lightning speed.

"How dare you!"

A furious shout rang out, making Jiang Yuan's head buzz.

Immediately following was a mournful cry of a crane that echoed through the sky.

Jiang Yuan vaguely saw Wei Xuan, who had been sitting in the armchair, suddenly appear in mid-air and throw a punch.

Whether it was his imagination or not, he actually saw a white crane phantom emerge from his fist and swirl towards the rapidly flying black needle.

Unfortunately, Shao Tingfeng was too close to Jiang Hao, and the black needle, affected by the force of the punch, deviated and still grazed Shao Tingfeng's forearm.

"this……"

Everything happened too fast. In that instant, Jiang Yuan and the other disciples froze on the spot without making a move. Shao Tingfeng turned his body slightly, and Fang Yan only took half a step forward.

Wei Xuan gently landed next to Shao Tingfeng and helped him up.

Du Zhen arrived a moment too late. He first glanced at Wei Xuan in shock, then turned and slapped Jiang Hao to the ground.

"You wicked disciple!"

Jiang Hao gave a bitter laugh, pulled out a dagger from his pocket, and prepared to commit suicide.

Du Zhen pointed a finger at Jiang Hao, knocking the dagger away, and then struck out with four palms, dislocating Jiang Hao's limbs.

"You'd be hard-pressed to die in front of me. Tell me, who ordered you to do this!" Du Zhen shouted sternly.

"Master!" Jiang Hao called out.

"How could my martial arts school have a scoundrel like you? Speak up now, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" Du Zhen shouted angrily.

Jiang Hao shook his head. "I took poison before going on stage."

"What?!"

Du Zhen pressed several acupoints on Jiang Hao's body with two fingers, but Jiang Hao's face quickly turned ashen.

"They used my family as leverage, and I had no choice but to comply, ha... ha..."

Black blood seeped from Jiang Hao's seven orifices, and soon he could no longer speak, only his wheezing sound like a bellows.

Du Zhen sighed helplessly, "Foolish! You think your family will be safe just because you did it? The people you killed were from the Shao family!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao's eyes widened, and he tried to struggle, but he quickly died.

On the other side, Shao Tingfeng leaned softly against Wei Xuan's chest.

Wei Xuan's expression changed, and he flicked his finger to open his sleeve.

"What a potent poison."

The abrasions on Shao Tingfeng's right arm were black and were spreading outwards.

Wei Xuan took out his gold needles and quickly pierced Shao Tingfeng's right arm.

"Master, am I alright now?"

Shao Tingfeng's lips trembled slightly as he asked nervously.

Wei Xuan shook his head and said, "It can only be postponed for now; I can't cure this poison."

"Who can solve this? Master, please take me there quickly! My Shao family has plenty of money, please take me there quickly!" Shao Tingfeng excitedly tried to struggle to get up.

"Don't move! If you move, the poison will spread even faster!" Wei Xuan whispered.

Then he sighed, "It's too late. The only way to save your life is to cut off your right arm."

"No, no!"

Shao Tingfeng stared blankly at Wei Xuan, his original aloof demeanor completely gone, replaced by fear and resentment.

"I still need to practice martial arts; I can't live without my right arm!"

He screamed in despair.

"It must be cut off. My golden needles can only delay you for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. Once that time is up, even a Great Immortal can't save you." Wei Xuan patted Shao Tingfeng's head and said calmly.

Time ticked by, and Shao Tingfeng, his face pale, watched as the blackening on his right arm was about to extend to his torso. Finally, he whispered, "Slay him."

Standing to the side, Jiang Yuan felt a surge of emotion upon hearing the lifeless voice.

I thought that with my master present, everything would be foolproof, but unexpectedly, this unexpected turn of events still occurred.

"what!"

With Shao Tingfeng's shrill scream, a pitch-black arm fell to the ground and quickly turned into pus.

The black pus fell to the ground and corroded the bluestone slabs, leaving them pitted and uneven.

"What kind of poison is this? I've never even heard of it before!"

Du Zhen walked over.

Wei Xuan said coldly, "Master Du, I expect you to give me an explanation!"