Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu glanced coldly: "Since you mentioned Murong Hui, then who are you?"

Murong Bo was slightly startled. As a direct descendant of the royal family of the Later Yan Dynasty, Murong Bo was well aware of the irony in Murong Fu's words.

Murong Hui's father was Murong Bao, the second-generation descendant who had fought and killed 100,000 elite soldiers of the Later Yan in the Battle of Chanhe Pond. If we were to make a list of the prodigal sons in history, this one would definitely be the favorite to be on the top.

The foundation established by his father Murong Chui with great humiliation was completely destroyed by him in less than two years. There was even a tragedy of father and son killing each other, and brothers killing each other.

Murong Bo said angrily: "Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. Success and failure have always been the measure of heroes. As long as the great cause can be accomplished, who cares what means you used to achieve success?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "That's true. Those who steal a hook will be executed, and those who steal a country will become princes. It has always been like this, both in ancient and modern times. However, you are just a simple trouble now. If you are allowed to continue wandering in the world, you will be in great trouble in the future."

Murong Bo was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly burst into laughter.

Murong Fu asked: "What are you laughing at?"

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Kill decisively and without any mercy. That's what people who accomplish great things should do."

Murong Fu laughed: "Thank you for the compliment."

Then, Murong Bo's expression became serious, and his eyes turned fierce: "In this case, there is no point in talking more, let's see the truth with our hands."

"That's right."

"I have a request."

Seeing that a tragedy of father and son killing each other was about to break out, Murong Bo suddenly spoke up to break the tense atmosphere.

"Oh? What?"

Murong Bo said with his hands behind his back, "Although you have given up the legacy of my Murong family, you are still a descendant of my Murong family after all. Although I have not taught you for thirty years, your martial arts are still derived from the unique skills of my Murong family. If you are willing to fight me in an upright duel with the martial arts of the Murong family, if I lose, you can do whatever you want to me."

Murong Fu asked, "What if I don't use Murong's martial arts to fight?"

Murong Bo laughed: "Then I am naturally no match for you, so I have no choice but to surrender and be killed."

"What are your options?"

Murong Fu hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, if that's the case, I'll do as you say. You and I will fight with the three ultimate skills of the Sanhe Finger, the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and the Longcheng Sword Technique."

It’s not that Murong Fu is meddlesome. Although he knows that this is a trap set by Murong Bo, he still has to jump into it.

In the past, when Murong Fu's martial arts skills were low, he didn't feel much. Now that his martial arts skills have reached the hall level, Murong Fu truly feels the importance of cultivating his mind and character.

Ordinary martial artists, such as Sima Wei, only need to practice internal skills and learn some moves according to martial arts secrets, and their skills will naturally increase with age. However, when it comes to the realm above the top, one must cultivate to a certain level between mind and nature. A typical example is Tong Lao, who is a top master who cultivates the mind but not the nature. The one in Shaolin Temple cultivates both mind and nature. Regardless of the superiority of the two, this is the only way to become a top master.

After all, the person in front of me is somewhat of a blood relationship with me. If I really try to defeat him purely by force, I'm afraid that this knot will remain in my heart and it will be difficult for me to make any further progress in the future.

Murong Bo had anticipated this, and that was why he made this request.

"After all, we are father and son. I will let you make three moves first to settle our blood relationship."

Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back, waiting calmly for the storm to come.

"Okay, then thank you, Master Murong Fu!"

As he spoke, Murong Bo formed a sword gesture with his left hand, stretched out his right hand, used his palm instead of a sword, and performed the move "Trapped in Zhongshan" to protect his entire body tightly.

This move is the starting form of the Murong family's Dragon City Sword Technique. The Murong family's martial arts, whether it is the Canhezhi or Douzhuanxingyi, are all inspired by the decline of the Later Yan Dynasty and have been continuously improved by successive generations of Murong family masters.

This move, "Besieged Ye City", is intended to make the descendants of the Murong family remember the tragic past when the Northern Wei army surrounded Zhongshan and the people of Hou Yan were trapped in the isolated city. This move is good at defense, protecting the whole body and gates, first making oneself invincible, and then hiding thirty-six killing moves, each of which is fatal.

At their level, their fists and feet have long surpassed the advantages of weapons, so it doesn’t make much difference whether they use weapons or not.

Seeing that Murong Bo did not dare to attack, Murong Fu knew that the other party was afraid of his great power, so he simply gave the other party a strategy of "I will not move unless the enemy moves", and started with the move of "Besieging Ye City".

In an instant, there was a sound of breaking wind, Murong Bo's wrist flipped, and his palms attacked alternately, one normal, one strange, alternating between yin and yang, sealing more than a dozen major acupoints on Murong Fu's body.

Of course Murong Fu recognized it; this was the second move of the Dragon City Sword Technique, “Northward Walking towards Dragon City”.

When Murong Bao was trapped in Zhongshan City, the Northern Wei army did not stop for three months. Finally, Murong Bao lost confidence and felt that it was hopeless to defend the city, so he led the remaining forces in Zhongshan City to the north, wanting to return to Longcheng, the foundation of the Murong family's ancestor's business. Later generations left this move in the sword method to remind future generations to always remember Murong Bao's shame.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

This move combines the normal and wins with the unusual. The normal and the unusual are combined in an endless variety of variations. In the sword manual, there is only the method for practicing this move, and no other moves. This is to allow every practitioner to come up with his or her own ideas.

"Beast, do you recognize this move?"

Murong Bo shouted loudly.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Of course I recognize him. Wasn't it Murong Bao who was too clever for his own good and lost the support of the people, and finally died at the hands of foreigners?"

Although he responded with his mouth, his hands showed no dissatisfaction at all. In the blink of an eye, he pushed out the energy and changed his strength, easily removing Murong Bo's move.

Murong Bo attacked vigorously, sometimes using the Longcheng sword technique, sometimes changing to the mixed finger technique, sword energy running wild, finger wind whistling, one move to attack, one move to block, more than twenty moves were exchanged in an instant.

Both of them have practiced martial arts for decades and have mastered them by heart. To continue fighting like this is just a matter of countering each other's moves and seeing who runs out of internal energy first.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel suspicious: "What's the point of fighting like this?"

Suddenly, there was a whistling sound of wind, and Murong Bo changed his palm into a fist, and punched with great force directly into Murong Fu's center.

Murong Fu snapped his fingers three times, and after three subtle sounds, the powerful fist force disappeared into thin air.

Then, Murong Fu pressed three vital points on Murong Bo's body with one finger, and Murong Bo was immediately unable to move.

Murong Fu sneered, "Is this the result of your thirty years of hard work? You learned a few Shaolin Kung Fu techniques? You use them to launch a sneak attack?"

Murong Bo laughed loudly: "At this point, there is no point in talking any more. Just do it, wolf cub."

Murong Fu sneered, "I won't kill you, but I won't let you go either. There's a good place that has been arranged for you. You can spend the rest of your life there."