Peerless Bodyguard of a Stunning Beauty-Chapter 134 - 111: Punching the Cow Across the Mountain

「Three days later.」

The sun shone brightly in a clear sky. Around the dueling arena, a massive crowd was already gathered, packed several layers deep with spectators eager for the show. The air beneath the fighting stage buzzed with a deafening roar of voices. Suddenly, as Zhao Rong and the Second True Mage appeared, the previously boisterous crowd fell silent.

Zhao Rong approached from the north, walking at the head of his entourage and facing into the wind. He wore a trench coat and sunglasses, his hair gleaming as it was combed back into a slick style. Following close behind him were his assistant, Lili, along with Yu Lan, Xuelian, and Tao Hua.

On the opposite side, the Second True Mage strode forward, dressed in his Sect Leader’s robes with a pipe clenched in his teeth, an arrogant smirk on his face. He was followed by Wang Jingang and a group of lackeys. As for his other disciples, Yellow Hair and Big Fool had died in the Cultivation Cave, and Liu Tianxiong had fallen to his death. Now, Wang Jingang was the only prized disciple the Second True Mage had left.

When Zhao Rong and the Second True Mage stepped onto the dueling stage and faced one another, a commotion erupted from the crowd below.

"The True Martial Sect’s young genius is about to fight the Second True Mage, its most senior member!"

"The Second True Mage came fully prepared. This looks grim for Zhao Rong."

"The Second True Mage is devious. He’ll definitely use some dirty trick to take Zhao Rong down."

As the crowd buzzed, Zhao Rong and the Second True Mage locked eyes, their gazes already clashing. The Second True Mage stared at Zhao Rong, thinking, Kid, as the saying goes, even sharpening your spear at the last minute is better than nothing. I prepared for this duel for three whole days and nights, while you spent your time gallivanting with a flock of beauties... The heavens reward the diligent, and fate is fair. You’re a dead man.

Meanwhile, Zhao Rong looked back at the Second True Mage and smiled inwardly. Second True Mage, it seems my feint completely deceived you. You never would have guessed that for this duel, I had Tao Hua teach me a high-level mysterious rank Martial Technique: the ’Fist that Strikes Across the Mountain.’ In a moment, I’ll let you have a good taste of it...

A smile touched Zhao Rong’s lips. Seeing that smile, the Second True Mage smiled as well. Kid, even if you get lucky and my Martial Technique isn’t enough to kill you, I can still summon the demon wolves from my Magic Ring to tear you to shreds...

Noticing the sinister grin on his opponent’s face, Zhao Rong glanced at the Magic Ring on his own finger. Second True Mage, if you want to play dirty, don’t blame me for doing the same...

At that moment, the referee gave the signal, and the duel began. Before the Second True Mage could even move, Zhao Rong instantly dropped into a horse stance. Channeling force through his palms, he bellowed, "Pushing Hands, Lifting Clothes!" As he spoke, a powerful gust of wind shot from his palms.

The Second True Mage was startled by the speed of the attack, but his surprise quickly turned to derisive laughter. Kid, everyone says you have a talent for cultivation but no actual Cultivation Techniques or Martial Techniques. They were right! You’ve broken through to level twenty and are still using a childish move like ’Pushing Hands, Lifting Clothes.’

Confronted with what he considered a juvenile Martial Technique, the Second True Mage didn’t even bother to dodge. He believed it was impossible for someone of Zhao Rong’s ability to strip the clothes from his body.

However, what the Second True Mage didn’t know was that during the past three days, Zhao Rong had practiced this single move day and night to perfect it. He had thrown hundreds of thousands of practice strikes. Through this relentless training, the once-childish ’Pushing Hands, Lifting Clothes’ had become so formidable that it could not only strip a single person naked but an entire group of enemies.

In an instant, the gust of wind tore away the clothes of the Second True Mage and every single one of his lackeys standing behind him, leaving them all stark naked before the entire crowd. The sight of the once-imperious Sect Leader suddenly standing exposed on the stage triggered an explosion of laughter from below.

"The fight just started and the Second True Mage is already stripped naked! How humiliating!"

"Zhao Rong’s ’Pushing Hands, Lifting Clothes’ is incredible! It didn’t just strip the Second True Mage, but all of his enemies too!"

The Second True Mage watched, stunned. Zhao Rong’s technique had managed to strip even him, a level twenty-seven cultivator. He squatted down in a humiliating attempt to cover himself. This is impossible! How could a man who spends all his time indulging in pleasure and visiting bars master ’Pushing Hands, Lifting Clothes’ to such a point of perfection? Could he have been practicing behind my back every day?

Following their master’s lead, all his disciples shamefully squatted down to cover their private parts. Seeing the entire group crouching on the ground, Zhao Rong thought to himself, Everything is going according to plan.

He turned his head toward a large bell hanging from a great tree beside the dueling stage and shouted, "Rope-Severing Breath!" Instantly, a jet of True Qi shot from Zhao Rong’s mouth and cleanly severed the rope suspending the massive bell.