Chapter 4, The Wand of Heaven and Earth

For several decades, Lei Ye has traversed the world, and never has anyone shown him such disrespect, which inevitably filled him with rage. He brandished his Qimei staff and unleashed his renowned martial arts technique, the "Three Weapons Unified" staff technique. This technique does not adhere to any specific moves; rather, it involves using a unique force to control the Qimei staff, allowing it to embody the characteristics of a spear, whip, and staff. This not only requires the practitioner to possess an exceptionally vigorous internal strength but also demands a profound understanding of the three types of weapons to determine which weapon's technique can create a winning situation in the face of an opponent. This technique does not adhere to any specific moves; rather, it involves using a unique force to control the Qimei staff, allowing it to embody the characteristics of a spear, whip, and staff. This not only requires the practitioner to possess an exceptionally vigorous internal strength but also demands a profound understanding of the three types of weapons to determine which weapon's technique can create a winning situation in the face of an opponent.

"Such martial skills, and yet you still come to seek death! Hahahaha!" Lei Ye laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. He turned to Peng Wuwang and said with a fierce smile, "Hey, kid, are you also coming up to seek death?"

In mid-air, Peng Wuwang vaguely sensed that he seemed to have a chance to even the score. Taking a deep breath, he released his right-hand saber with lightning speed, which traced a graceful arc in the air, shooting towards the face of Lei Yechang.

How impressive! Peng Wuwang sighed inwardly, realizing that he could never win; the strength of his opponent was truly beyond imagination. However, his innate courage and unyielding spirit, along with his tenacious will, supported him in making a final counterattack. He let out a fierce roar, and with a swift motion, the broken blade in his right hand executed the technique "Coiling Dragon's Tail," striking fiercely against the other half of the broken blade that was flying in mid-air. That segment of the broken blade transformed into a silvery meteor, shooting towards Lei Yechang. The broken blade in his right hand executed the technique "Coiling Dragon's Tail," striking fiercely against the other half of the broken blade that was flying in mid-air. That segment of the broken blade transformed into a silvery meteor, shooting towards Lei Yechang. Due to the full force of this move, Peng Wuwang's body spun in mid-air, and taking advantage of this momentum, he flicked his wrist to shoot out the remaining segment of the broken blade in his hand. This segment of the broken blade arrived almost simultaneously with the previous one in front of Lei Yechang.

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On the other hand, Peng Wuwang was also in a difficult situation, with five or six wounds on his body burning with pain, and the blade still embedded in his waist had yet to be removed. The chilling and terrifying murderous aura emanating from the demonic Lei Ye made it impossible for him to move a single step

"A remarkable person is indeed a remarkable person!" Peng Wuju praised repeatedly, "From now on, I must get closer to Third Brother, so that I too can absorb a bit of the ethereal aura of an extraordinary individual."

Peng Wuju is also a decisive character, not wasting any more words, he immediately gathered his people and set off, rushing towards the dock. Meanwhile, Peng Wuwang maintained a standoff with Lei Yechang.

"Damn it, this, this, this is impossible!" Lei Ye staggered back more than ten steps, "This kid hasn't even mastered the innate true energy, he can't be considered a top expert at all. I never expected to be defeated by him today"

Peng Wuwang was unaware that Lei Ye had sustained serious injuries; he only thought that Lei had been pushed back a few steps by his own thrown knife. Thus, he whispered, "Fourth brother, I fear I cannot defeat him! You take the escort cart and leave first. I will hold him off for a while longer and will catch up with you. Up ahead is the ferry; as long as we get on the boat, I doubt he will have the ability to pursue us. Hurry!"

A thunderous explosion erupted behind them, and the small inn where the two were located was struck by a dark shadow, splitting it in half. The guards residing inside rushed out in panic, while some of the more timid guests were so frightened that they cried out.

Taking advantage of this gap, a runner threw a single-edged sword to Peng Wuwang

"It is simply impossible to see clearly." The crowd said in unison.

"Alright, from now on, whatever I have left to eat will be yours, whatever old clothes I have will be yours to wear, and whatever old toys I have will be yours to play with, so you can enjoy yourself to the fullest," Peng Wuwang said with a smile. "By the way, I just remembered something."

Some of the onlookers in the escort agency actually knelt down, trembling with fear as they exclaimed, "It's over, is there any hope of survival?"

Peng Wuwang said: "What is there to fear? With me here, we will meet soldiers with soldiers and water with earth."

As the stick's momentum surged forth, its power became immediately apparent. Peng Wuwang instinctively shifted his body to the side, yielding the shoulder well, but as the stick's force reached him, his left shoulder merely brushed against it and was instantly dislocated, sending pain deep into his bones. Peng Wuwang let out a hoarse roar, and his right hand swiftly brought the blade to meet the oncoming, unparalleled force of the stick. With a sharp "ding," the long knife shattered into two pieces, and Peng Wuwang's chest shook violently as he spewed forth a mouthful of blood

Finally, the website https://www.hetushu.com provoked the masters of the Nian Gang, Qingfeng Hall, and Longshen Gang. These three factions include the largest gang in the Central Plains, the biggest assassin organization in the universe, and the foremost gang dominating the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers. Over a hundred elite members from the three gangs gathered by the banks of the Weishui River to ambush Lei Yechang. In the battle of Weishui, countless elite members from the three gangs were killed or injured, and the river ran red for three days. With a single iron staff, Lei Yechang killed eight hall masters and three elders from the Nian Gang's Twenty-Four Solar Terms Hall, while three notorious ace assassins from Qingfeng Hall and seven leaders from the Shendlong Gang's Eighteen Linked Docks also perished in this conflict. In the battle of Weishui, countless elite members from the three gangs were killed or injured, and the river ran red for three days. With a single iron staff, Lei Yechang killed eight hall masters and three elders from the Nian Gang's Twenty-Four Solar Terms Hall, while three notorious ace assassins from Qingfeng Hall and seven leaders from the Shendlong Gang's Eighteen Linked Docks also perished in this conflict

Peng Wuwang was filled with rage, pointing at his trembling leg and asking, "Then why are you shaking?"

Peng Wuwang inquired, "Brother, what is your esteemed name?"

Peng Wuju said: "Fearless."

Peng Wuwang said, "I never said that"

You are not here, it will be easier for me to escape. He only wants the goods, not the person. You can rest assured, hurry and leave.

In Lei Yechang's eyes, what he saw was the first gleaming dagger, shining with golden light, against the backdrop of the rising sun. As he withdrew his hand to return to his staff, he knocked away this dagger, but another flying knife had already reached his side.

Brave Vanguard

However, the will to survive kept Peng Wuwang's spirits high. As he witnessed Lei Ye's technique "Three Strikes of Thunder," Peng Wuwang let out a long breath, and with a flick of his right hand, he wielded his saber to draw an extraordinarily peculiar curve. Miraculously, he captured the true trajectory of the long staff hidden within the infinite shadows of the staff, lightly resting on the upper extension of the long staff.

"You little rascal, that Shaolin fist technique is quite impressive. Who taught you?" asked Lei Yezhang.

"Third Brother is impressive, truly impressive," Peng Wuju kept saying along the way. "Third Brother, even the renowned Ghost of the Horizontal Blade from Hebei's martial arts world is no match for you. From now on, our Flying Tiger Escort Agency will dominate the world, and we will no longer have to fear anyone!"

Peng Wuwang said: "Exactly! Let the elder brother investigate the person who leaked this information! We only need to focus on the bodyguards."

The technique "Cloud Dragon's Grasp" is the most exquisite and one of the most difficult moves in the "Cloud Dragon Long Wind Blade". When Master He Shenqi Xiaoyun taught this move, he once said: "This technique, Cloud Dragon's Grasp, is a miraculous move that turns defeat into victory, embodying the profound principles of heaven and earth. It can only be comprehended intuitively and cannot be conveyed in words. It can be said to be the most difficult to practice, yet it can also be easy to learn. If you understand it, you understand it; if you do not, you will never grasp it in your lifetime." At that time, Peng Wuwang had put in tremendous effort but made no progress. However, today, in this moment of desperation, the blade technique of Cloud Dragon's Grasp surged into his mind like a flowing stream, and unexpectedly, Peng Wuwang comprehended it in an instant and skillfully executed it with a sudden inspiration.

Peng Wuju displayed a face full of indignation: "Third Brother, have you never heard that extremes lead to opposites? Every time I face an enemy, I am so tense that I feel dizzy, which is why I fight desperately. Do you think I am not afraid of death?"

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In the evening, Peng Wuwang and Peng Wuju sat in the room, discussing the route for the escort mission the next day. After deliberating for a while, they ultimately decided to enter Chang'an via the original route, but it was essential to have the brothers from the Chang'an branch come out to assist. Once they combined their forces, they would be completely secure. Therefore, Peng Wuju took out a carrier pigeon, attached a letter, and released it with a flick of his hand

Lei Yechang let out a long howl, suddenly leaping forward, his body moving in sync with the staff, launching a rapid attack against Peng Wuwang. In Peng Wuwang's eyes, there was no trace of Lei Yechang; all he could see were the iron staff strikes coming at him from all directions, overwhelming and relentless. Relying solely on his extraordinary intuition, he executed the most stable technique of the Cloud Dragon Long Wind Saber, the "Mist Concealing Long Dragon". The long saber moved around him at an astonishing speed that surpassed human potential, creating a silvery light curtain that barely managed to withstand Lei Yechang's unstoppable rapid assault. Relying solely on his extraordinary intuition, he executed the most stable technique of the Cloud Dragon Long Wind Saber, the "Mist Concealing Long Dragon". The long saber moved around him at an astonishing speed that surpassed human potential, creating a silvery light curtain that barely managed to withstand Lei Yechang's unstoppable rapid assault

At this moment, Lei Ye's piercing howl echoed once more. To the spectators, it seemed as if black lightning from all directions suddenly converged towards one point, forming a fierce image of Lei Ye, akin to a reincarnated demon. He held his staff with both hands, pointing it straight at the panting Peng Wuwang, and shouted, "You little brat, try my move 'Three Strikes of Thunder.'" As soon as he finished speaking, the long staff in his hand suddenly spun, creating dozens of intricate patterns, resembling a flower spear made from a white wax rod. The shadows of the staff wove into an impenetrable net of death, with an astonishing momentum that could lift Mount Tai and surpass the North Sea, charging directly at Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuwang initially intended to rise and evade this frontal strike, then wait for an opportunity to counterattack. However, he suddenly remembered that the bodyguards of the escort agency were standing behind him, so he swiftly brandished his wooden saber to meet the oncoming thunderous staff strike. As the saber and staff collided, a loud "boom" was heard, and the wooden saber shattered, with the fragments propelled towards Peng Wuwang by the fierce energy from Lei Ye's long staff.

With the thunderous roar that shook the heavens, the rickety inn collapsed with a resounding crash, as the main beam and pillars of the building were violently shattered by an overwhelming force, further amplifying the imposing presence of the man in black

"With a single stick, the universe is in balance, thunder... wild. ... ... ... long. ..." Peng Wuju's body swayed precariously, and his eyes began to roll back.

"Less escort, catch the knife!" Taking advantage of this opportunity, a fighter threw a single-edged sword towards Peng Wuwang, which he caught with one hand. At that moment, Lei Yechang slightly tilted his body, suddenly loosening his grip on the staff, allowing it to spin in a circle. Then, with an outstretched arm, he gripped the staff with his left hand, thrusting it upward in a manner reminiscent of a sea needle, directly aiming for Peng Wuwang's throat. This strike not only carried Lei Yechang's indomitable internal strength but also contained the force of Peng Wuwang's full-powered attack, truly unstoppable and overwhelming.

"Of course, of course," Peng Wuwang would not be polite with Peng Wujue. He spoke arrogantly and proudly, "I’m not boasting; my master is a truly remarkable figure, arguably the greatest martial artist of our time. Not only is he unmatched in martial arts, but he is also free-spirited and bold, a person of exceptional character. In this world, even if there are others with martial skills comparable to his, they cannot live more splendidly than he does. If one is to be a person, one must aspire to be like my master; otherwise, one has wasted the opportunity of being born a human."

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Lei Ye shouted loudly, and with a sudden flourish of his long staff, it seemed as if a stream of black energy erupted from the tip of the staff, shooting towards Peng Wuwang's left shoulder like a black dragon. It was as if the staff had suddenly elongated, transforming into a mesmerizing long whip, dancing through the air like a dragon or snake.

"Good lad, let's see how many moves you can withstand." Lei Yechang let out a sudden long howl, and the long staff soared into the sky, transforming into a shadowy figure of gray and black, coiling around Peng Wuwang's waist like a long dragon. This strike appeared to be exceptionally slow, yet in reality, it was as swift as lightning; the illusion of the staff seemed to remain in place while the true form had already reached in front of him.

Before he could finish speaking, a robust man in black had already appeared before the disordered members of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency.

"No, I cannot leave you alone," Peng Wuju said loudly

"The master often taught me to be bold and decisive, without fear. If one faces an opponent who is significantly weaker, even if one charges forward, it cannot be considered bravery. Only when one confronts an enemy so powerful that they seem unbeatable, yet still does not retreat, can one be deemed a true hero. Today is a great opportunity, a great opportunity. I must prove that I am a hero. I am!" Peng Wuwang desperately thought of the master's words, encouraging himself, "I am an unparalleled expert, so there are very few who are stronger than me. Today is a great opportunity, a great opportunity. I must prove that I am a hero. I am!" Peng Wuwang desperately thought of the master's words, encouraging himself, "I am an unparalleled expert, so there are very few who are stronger than me. If I miss today, I will never have another chance to prove myself as a hero. Today is a good day, my good day. Hahaha." Although Peng Wuwang continuously motivated himself, his body still trembled violently.

However, Peng Wuju's face turned slightly red; he actually wanted to rush forward to present the title of the world's number one to Lei Yezhang in order to avoid this battle, which was more likely to end in defeat than victory. Unexpectedly, due to excessive tension, it turned into a challenge for a fight, and as a result, he was beaten nearly to death by Lei Yezhang. "Who won and who lost?" Peng Wuju asked anxiously.

Peng Wuju said: "Indeed! With Third Brother, this exceptional expert, there is absolutely no problem! How about this? I will send a message to Eldest Brother, advising him to be cautious, as someone is plotting against us"

Peng Wuwang executed the Dragon Walking Technique from the Cloud Dragon Long Wind Blade, his body coordinating with the blade style, charging left and thrusting right, desperately struggling amidst the shadowy figures of Lei Yechang's staff, which resembled a vast net. However, Lei Yechang's staff technique truly deserved its reputation as unparalleled in the world; at times it resembled a staff, at times a spear, and at times a whip, exhibiting endless variations with bizarre and extraordinary moves, sometimes fierce and powerful, sometimes soft and gentle, at times like thunder and lightning, and at times like willows swaying in the wind. In Peng Wuwang's eyes, he could only see the dark, elusive shadows of the staff flitting around him, no matter what technique he employed, he could not escape the entanglement of the Qi Mei staff.

At this moment, Peng Wuwang had reached the end of his strength. After a night of desperate fighting, until just now, he had not launched a single offensive move; all his time had been spent in frantic defense. He had endured the relentless assault of Lei Ye for no less than three hundred exchanges, and he could hardly believe that he had managed to hold on until now. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and the several bruises from the staff strikes, along with a knife wound he had sustained earlier, were causing him excruciating pain.

Peng Wuwang said: "If I could tell you, would I not say it? My master does not allow me to roam the world using his name, so I cannot speak of it"

Peng Wuju sighed, "This is bad, the dark escort has now become a public escort. I don't know how many martial arts experts will set their sights on us. We are finished"

Peng Wuwang was completely unable to make any conscious response, as this move had surpassed his imagination. This was a supreme skill known as the Hunyuan Gangqi, which could only be executed by a master of internal energy at the pinnacle of their practice. Lei Yechang's technique, the Three Strikes of Thunder, required the use of this energy-draining Gangqi to achieve the fantastical and magnificent transformations between the moves

The single blade trembled incessantly, while Peng Wuwang remained calm and composed. In the blink of an eye, he struck the long staff with twenty-seven consecutive blows. With each strike, the force on the staff diminished like a mountain torrent losing its strength. By the time of the twenty-seventh blow, the staff could no longer advance a single step.

At this moment, the surrounding bodyguards gathered together, trembling as they encircled Peng Wuwang. Peng Wuwang took a simple saber from his warhorse and charged in front of Lei Yechang, shouting: "Lei, bring it on! At Feihu Escort Agency, only those bodyguards who fight with strength are worthy; if you want me to beg for mercy, think again in your next life"

Amidst the exclamations of the onlookers, Peng Wuwang shouted sharply, drawing half-circles with both hands, executing a move from the Shaolin Luohan Fist known as the Double Circular Hand. All the fragments converged into Peng Wuwang's embrace, where his palms emitted a gentle internal force, marvelously gathering the shards before his chest. Then, with a fierce roar, Peng Wuwang thrust his palms forward, sending all the fragments flying towards Lei Yechang, producing a sharp sound of breaking air. Lei Yechang did not expect Peng Wuwang to possess such a counterattack technique, and for a moment, he was taken aback. He swung his iron staff casually, deflecting the fragments away.

"Surrender the number one record in the world, otherwise, this inn will serve as an example"

At this moment, Peng Wuwang fell to the ground in a disheveled state, and after much effort, he managed to get back on his feet. Several attendants came forward to assist him, but he pushed them away forcefully, saying, "Get away, I don't need help!" After saying this, he grasped his left shoulder and pulled it sharply upward. With a loud crack, he set his dislocated scapula back in place. Then, he drew a saber from the horse beside him and stood majestically facing Lei Ye Changyi.

Peng Wuwang's expression was solemn as he said, "I remember that Brother Lü Buyou, Lü Er, once mentioned that someone has already leaked the news that we are preparing to take the number one recording to Chang'an. Clearly, there are those who are opposing us. Who could have such well-informed sources?"

Peng Wuju nodded vigorously, his face full of envy: "Third Brother, I really wish I could meet him in person; you are truly fortunate. By the way, who exactly is he?"

Peng Wuwang also felt extremely tense. Lei Yechang's single strike had collapsed the inn, a feat of unparalleled skill that Peng Wuwang knew he could never achieve, despite having cultivated his innate true energy to a level of eighty or ninety percent and having practiced Pure Yang internal power for over thirty years. Unless one possesses astonishing talent, an ordinary person could spend their entire life without reaching such an extraordinary realm. Observing Lei Yechang's age, which was only in his thirties, it was evident that he was born with a natural aptitude for martial arts, coupled with extraordinary opportunities in his later years. However, Peng Wuwang firmly told himself that he could not retreat.

Peng Wuju slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Third Brother, such a significant matter, why didn't you mention it earlier? Did Second Brother Lu bring it up? Who said it?"

Peng Wuwang looked up and discovered that the brilliant starlight filled the room, illuminating everything in the bedroom as if it were coated in silver.

Peng Wuju drew his twin blades from the warhorse outside the inn and said with a trembling voice: "Third Brother, today we have encountered a master; let us fight him!"

"Good lad, you have quite the nerve!" Lei Ye shouted explosively, shaking his long staff, which transformed into a wildly dancing black serpent, coiling towards Peng Wujue's twin blades. With a thunderous crash, as soon as the blades made contact, they were sent soaring into the air by the force emanating from the staff, shattering into countless fragments mid-air. Peng Wujue spun back and landed at Peng Wuwang's feet, clutching a large tree with both hands, and fainted.

"You little brat, have you not heard of my reputation, Lei Ye? To try to stop a car with your tiny arms is to overestimate your own strength"

Peng Wuwang carefully scrutinized the towering figure before him. The man was exceptionally tall, easily a head taller than Peng, with long, muscular arms and a well-proportioned, athletic build. His dark attire was stretched taut over his bulging muscles. He had a bronze, square-shaped face, thick eyebrows, and large ears, with piercing tiger-like eyes that radiated an astonishing aura of power, suggesting a capability to conquer without battle. He stood with his legs apart, his left hand clenched into a fist while his right hand rested behind his back, gripping a pitch-black staff that reached his eyebrows.

Lei Yechang's expression suddenly changed, and he let out a muffled grunt. His body twisted sharply, and the broken blade grazed his cheek as it flew past, truly a narrow escape. At that moment, Peng Wuwang had already landed on the ground. With both hands supporting himself, he raised his legs in an unusual posture reminiscent of a top-heavy stance, executing a move called "Arhat Kicks the Tiger." With two sharp sounds, he struck fiercely against Lei Yechang's long staff. At this time, the strength Lei Yechang had exerted on the staff had just been exhausted. In this moment when the old strength had been depleted and the new strength had yet to be generated, the long staff was unexpectedly kicked back towards Lei Yechang's head by Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuwang did not dare to confront directly, retracting his neck and hiding his head. With a single knife technique, the Night Battle Eight Directions Concealed Blade Style, the blade light, akin to a swift horse, circled around him. Using a technique of retreating force, he continuously executed a series of seventeen attacking moves, akin to the relentless flow of the Yangtze River.

Peng Wuwang angrily said: "You also know this is a major issue, so isn't the reason I didn't ask clearly very obvious? If I hadn't forgotten, would I not have asked?"

Since learning that the news of the secret escort had been leaked, the escort team of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency has been traveling day and night, taking a detour through Bianzhou, passing through Zhengzhou, and heading straight to Shangzhou. After traveling over a hundred miles by water, they would finally reach Chang'an. Along the way, they encountered no surprises or dangers, and no martial arts figures sought them out, which allowed the Peng brothers to finally relax. They found a small inn on the outskirts of Shangzhou to stay in, preparing to set off early the next morning and make their way to Chang'an in one go.

Peng Wuju raised his head and said, "Not only that, but there are also stars all over the sky!"

"I will scare you to death, bring it on!" Peng Wuwang once again wielded a knife, his confidence greatly boosted as he bravely stepped forward

"Fourth Young Master! You are awake! That's wonderful." At this moment, a bodyguard named Xia Biao crouched down to help him stand up, saying, "Right now, Young Master Peng San is engaged in a fierce battle with Lei Ye, and the situation is extremely critical"

Peng Wuju, who was beside him, had reached his limit. His eyes were a shade of grayish white, and foam dripped from the corners of his mouth. He raised his dual blades high, emitting a growling sound from his throat akin to a beast's roar. "Lei Yechang, if you want to claim the title of the world's number one, then take it from me!" After saying this, Peng Wuju let out a wild roar, and his dual blades sliced through the air, creating a chaotic and disordered curtain of light as he lunged at Lei Yechang

Peng Wuwang had no time to contemplate the books at all. With a "whoosh," he exhaled sharply, retracting his saber and positioning it horizontally in front of his waist. A loud "clang" echoed as the saber broke into two segments, with the upper half embedding itself half an inch deep into Peng Wuwang's waist. Meanwhile, Lei Ye's long staff still retained its momentum, poised to knock Peng Wuwang to the ground. If that strike landed solidly, even ten lives would not suffice to settle the score. In this life-and-death moment, Peng Wuwang's right hand thrust the broken saber's handle forward, resting it diagonally on the long staff. The remaining blade pressed against his own body, and with a forceful flick, he propelled himself into the air, soaring over the staff. The sweeping force of the long staff was entirely transformed into the upward momentum that supported Peng Wuwang's ascent.

Peng Wuju gradually regained consciousness after a while, noticing that the people around him were staring ahead with puzzled expressions. He couldn't help but feel curious. "What is wrong with you all?"

"Indeed, tonight is a beautiful and auspicious evening, but where is our rooftop?" The Peng brothers exchanged glances and suddenly shouted in unison, breaking the window and leaping out together

This is precisely the unique skill that Peng Wuwang relies on to venture into the martial world, his self-created "Detached Blade Technique." At that time, Peng Wuwang had once used the Detached Double Blades to sever eleven wooden stakes, earning heartfelt praise from the renowned master He Shenqi, known as the "First Person from Beyond the Heavens." This demonstrates the ferocity of this technique. No matter how astonishing Lei Yechang's martial arts are, he is powerless to defend against this extraordinary blade technique. A broken blade pierced two inches into his ribs; fortunately, his internal strength is remarkable. In a moment of crisis, he exerted his muscles to push the broken blade outward a few inches, otherwise, his left lung would have been pierced, leading to his demise. Even so, blood continued to flow profusely from his left rib.

Ah! Third Brother has really matched up with Lei Ye!" Peng Wuju was taken aback.

In the heart of the Central Plains, aside from the renowned Shaolin staff monks, the most notable figure is undoubtedly Lei Yechang, the master of the Qian Kun staff. This Lei Yechang is a master of both righteousness and wickedness, whose pursuit of martial arts has reached an almost fanatical level. He is single-mindedly determined to earn the title of the world's number one staff wielder. Within a few years, he has traveled across the world, defeating over seventy renowned staff masters from all corners of the land, establishing a formidable reputation.

"Hey, Third Brother, what should we do? Do we still need to fight?" Peng Wuju leaned in and asked in a low voice

Peng Wuwang let out a sudden sigh and said, "One must remain calm when facing an opponent; just look at me."

Peng Wuwang snorted in anger and said, "If you, with the surname Lei, want to claim the title of the world's number one, defeat me first."

Suddenly, Peng Wuwang felt something was amiss and abruptly asked, "Fourth brother, why is the top of your head so cool?"

Peng Wuju was taken aback by the seriousness with which Peng Wuwang spoke, and quickly asked, "What is it, Third Brother? What happened?"

"Indeed!" Xia Biao said with great respect, "The Fourth Young Master is also very brave, being the first to charge forward and confront Lei Ye Changfang, truly deserving of the title of valiant pioneer. Although he was defeated, the entire escort agency takes pride in you." After witnessing Lei Ye Chang's unmatched attacking power, no one could muster the courage to fight. Therefore, Peng Wuju, who had once faced Lei Ye Chang, naturally earned the respect of everyone.

Lei Ye, filled with rage, suddenly laughed and said: "Good, such ambition! I shall see how much you are truly worth." With that, he flicked his wrist, and the long staff in his hand surged forth like a venomous dragon emerging from the sea, infused with a chilling true energy, viciously lunging towards Peng Wuwang.

Peng Wuju anxiously shouted, "Third Brother, with such a significant matter, why didn't you clarify it?"

Lei Yechang felt the blood flowing more and more from his side, but he could not spare any time to tend to his wound. Peng Wuwang's momentum surged like a violent wave, as if he would unleash a storm and charge forward at any moment

As the onlookers stood around watching, they could only see two individuals fighting increasingly faster. At first, the faint outlines of one gray and one black figure could be discerned, rising and falling as they engaged in combat. As time went on, only the indistinct gray and black shadows could be seen, entangled with one another. In the end, apart from the sharp white light of the single blade and the streaks of black energy from the long staff, along with the crackling sounds of clashing weapons, nothing else was visible or audible.