255: Finishing off the enemy is the greatest respect for the enemy! [Explosive update, please give me a gift]

Lu Jiuyuan's voice, like a maggot in the bone, followed closely.

Jin Bu Huan was terrified; he felt like an insect caught in a spiderweb, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape that invisible net.

Every move his opponent made precisely struck the most uncomfortable and awkward points in his True Qi circulation, forcing him to interrupt his imitation and forcefully change his moves.

Shaolin Vajra Fist, Great Compassionate Palm, Flower Picking Finger (Nianhua Finger), Huashan Shattering Jade Fist, Kunlun Seven Injuries, Whirlwind Sweeping Leaf Leg, Seventy-two Route Grappling Hands... dozens of martial arts were effortlessly used, interwoven together, with him in me and me in him, ever-changing.

Yet, no matter how he changed, Lu Jiuyuan could always break it with the most concise and effective methods, and at the moment his old strength was gone and new strength had not yet emerged, he would deliver precise interference or counterattacks.

This was no longer a battle; it was more like a lesson, a one-sided dissection.

Lu Jiuyuan was rapidly understanding and analyzing the various mysteries of Formless Divine Skill through him.

The more Jin Bu Huan fought, the more despair he felt; he felt that his divine skill, which he had cultivated for decades, seemed like a toy that could be disassembled at will in his opponent's eyes.

All his changes, all his backup plans, were seen through and broken by his opponent with extreme speed.

"Ugh!"

Another Sword Qi grazed his ribs, drawing a streak of blood.

The wound wasn't deep, but it caused the True Qi he had just gathered to scatter again.

He stumbled back, leaning against a large tree, panting heavily, his eyes filled with bloodshot madness.

Can't escape! Absolutely can't escape!

Can't dodge! Absolutely can't dodge!

Can't win! Absolutely can't win!

This all-encompassing suppression, this double torment of mind and body, brought him to the brink of collapse.

"Lu Jiuyuan!" he shrieked, "If you want to kill me, just kill me! Why humiliate me like this?"

Lu Jiuyuan stopped three zhang away from him, his blue robe still neat, his breathing still steady.

He looked at the frenzied Jin Bu Huan, frowning slightly.

"Humiliation? No, I'm thanking you."

"Thanking?" Jin Bu Huan was stunned.

"Your Formless Divine Skill, the subtlety of its True Qi changes, is indeed the most remarkable I have ever seen in my life. By now, I have read hundreds of Internal Skills, and in terms of changes alone, this skill is number one."

Lu Jiuyuan said honestly, "Fighting you has given me a deeper understanding of the Dao of True Qi transformation and simulation.

It has made me realize that my Three-Part Yuan Qi still has many areas that can be improved."

He spoke from the bottom of his heart.

The battle with An Yunshan was a head-on energy confrontation.

The battle with Jin Bu Huan, however, was an ultimate clash of skill and variation, allowing him to see more possibilities in his own martial arts.

However, these sincere words, when heard by Jin Bu Huan, became the most malicious sarcasm!

Thanking? Using him as a whetstone?

In the Domain he was most proud of, to be completely defeated and dissected, and then to lightly say "thank you"?

"Hahaha... Hahaha!"

Jin Bu Huan laughed wildly, looking up at the sky, "What a 'thank you'! What an Imperial Uncle Lu!

I, Formless King Jin Bu Huan, have roamed the Jianghu my entire life, killing countless people, and today I have fallen to such a state..."

His laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a chilling silence.

His eyes, which had been full of madness and unwillingness, now only held boundless desolation and emptiness.

He looked at his scorched, twisted, still trembling hands, then raised his head to look at Lu Jiuyuan, who was still in his blue robe, as if he had only just finished a casual sparring match.

His life's pride, his life's reliance, shattered into dust before that single word, "thank you."

Imitating thousands of forms, with endless changes, in the end, he was merely a stepping stone on someone else's martial Dao, a specimen that had been casually disassembled and observed.

This realization made him feel colder and more despairing than death itself.

"Formless... Empty form... Formless in emptiness... Haha... It turns out, I have always been pursuing an emptiness..."

He mumbled, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

Suddenly, he fiercely raised his still relatively intact right hand, fingers together, True Qi condensed at the fingertips, and without hesitation, he slammed it hard onto his own crown!

This palm strike condensed his remaining Formless True Qi, as fast as lightning, utterly decisive!

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Jin Bu Huan's body trembled violently, and his raised arm fell limply.

The last trace of light in his eyes extinguished like a candle in the wind, his pupils rapidly dilated, and he closed his eyes.

Blood slowly trickled down his forehead, nostrils, and the corners of his mouth.

He slid slowly to the ground, leaning against the big tree, his head weakly tilted to one side, his breath completely gone.

Formless King Jin Bu Huan, this black-Dao magnate who once stirred up the Jianghu with his Formless Divine Skill, ultimately did not die by an enemy's sword,

but chose to end his own life in the ultimate despair of a completely collapsed belief and utterly trampled dignity.

Lu Jiuyuan watched Jin Bu Huan take his own life, standing in place, silent for a moment.

He truly had not intended to humiliate the other party, but was merely sincerely exploring and refining the martial Dao.

However, Jin Bu Huan was clearly unable to bear the consequences of this sincerity.

"Obsessed with form, ultimately trapped by form, you are attached to form!"

He sighed softly, and with a wave of his hand, a Sword Qi of ice and fire slashed across.

No blood splattered.

Where the Sword Qi passed, the wound was instantly frozen by extreme cold and then carbonized by scorching heat.

Jin Bu Huan's head separated from his body and flew upwards.

His closed eyes suddenly opened, clearly seeing his headless body still leaning against the big tree.

In the instant before his consciousness was completely annihilated, his last thought was: "Damn it... no martial ethics... actually dealt a finishing blow... I even played dead and he didn't even leave me a complete corpse..." "Plop."

His head hit the ground, rolled a few times, face up to the sky, eyes wide open, retaining a final look of disbelief.

"Sorry, I've met too many scoundrels along the way, so I'm used to dealing finishing blows!

Now it seems, this habit is quite good!"

Lu Jiuyuan looked at Jin Bu Huan's head, which had rolled to the ground and was still wide-eyed, and calmly confirmed the other's complete death.

Everyone knew that he, Lu Jiuyuan, was kind and never actively sought trouble, nor was he a bloodthirsty person,

but walking the Jianghu, mercy towards enemies often meant cruelty towards oneself.

For someone like Jin Bu Huan, who was skilled at disguise and full of schemes, even the slightest carelessness was unacceptable.

A finishing blow was merely the most basic caution, the most basic respect!

Confirming there were no further hidden dangers, Lu Jiuyuan no longer lingered.

He bent down and searched Jin Bu Huan's corpse for a moment, finding some miscellaneous items: a few bottles of Medicinal Pills of unknown purpose, some gold and silver, but no Secret Manuals, no treasures.

Killing people to pick up Secret Manuals, unreliable! Few people are really that foolish, that generous to the enemy!

If he wanted to see top-tier martial arts, he still had to rely on himself!