Chapter 245: A Martial Artist Insisting on a One-on-One With a Cultivator—Isn't That Just Asking for Death?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The onlookers at the scene, as well as the netizens watching the live stream online.

They all stared with wide eyes and open mouths, speechless for a long time.

The scene they saw was Nie Quan raising both fists in a defensive counterattack stance, cautiously approaching Ning Fei.

Meanwhile, Ning Fei looked like a wooden stake, completely motionless.

This scene looked exactly like the difference between a professional and an amateur.

Ma Baoguo had faced his opponent just like this back then.

Many people wondered if Temple Master Ning was truly like Master Ma, unable to even put up a basic defense.

Then, Nie Quan prepared to attack, throwing out a right hook.

The netizens saw Ning Fei form his right hand into a blade and quickly strike Nie Quan's neck.

It was so fast that the viewers could only see a white afterimage.

If the live stream hadn't recorded it, the viewers wouldn't have even been able to see what happened.

And then, Nie Quan collapsed to the ground.

"Holy shit!"

Someone finally snapped out of it and couldn't help but shout.

"It's over just like that?"

"That was way too fast, wasn't it?"

"Did it even start? It's already finished."

"Temple Master Ning is truly fierce. This freestyle kickboxer is just too unlucky."

"You're a martial artist, yet you insisted on exposing a cultivator as a fraud. Tell me, isn't that just asking for death?"

"He was acting so arrogant yesterday, but looking at him today, he's absolutely nothing."

"Hahahaha, let's see who else dares to challenge Temple Master Ning after this!"

"If I hadn't slowed the playback to 0.5x speed, I really wouldn't have known what just happened."

"Temple Master Ning is awesome!"

The barrage of comments poured in densely, completely blowing up.

This incident had already garnered a lot of attention online. Now, seeing such a scene, everyone could no longer hold back and flooded the screen with comments.

Outside the gates of Qingfeng Temple, the onlookers were all bewildered.

"Is he... dead?"

Someone asked in a low voice.

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

At this time, Ning Fei pointed at Nie Quan and said to Zhang Si, "This is your friend, right? Take him to a well-ventilated place to rest. He merely fainted and will wake up in a little while."

Then, Ning Fei glanced around and said, "There's nothing else to see here. Everyone, disperse."

After that, he spoke to one of the rubbernecking bystanders, "My friend over there, please don't spit your watermelon seeds everywhere, and don't toss the rinds either. The same goes for the rest of you—do not throw trash around my Daoist temple."

At Ning Fei's words, the others hastily agreed.

The guy eating the watermelon had been about to spit out a seed, but upon hearing Ning Fei, he forcefully swallowed it whole.

There was nothing they could do. Ning Fei's move just now had truly frightened the crowd.

After all, Nie Quan was a freestyle kickboxer; his solid, muscular physique was no joke.

Yet Ning Fei had casually delivered a single strike, and the man was still lying flat on the ground.

Who could withstand that?

Ning Fei no longer paid attention to the crowd's astonished gazes. Remembering that the pork he was stewing was still in the pot, he returned to Qingfeng Temple to busy himself with lunch.

Nie Quan's challenge was nothing more than a minor interlude to him.

Ning Fei thought nothing of the incident, but the netizens did not share his sentiment.

The video of this fight instantly blew up online.

This couldn't help but remind everyone of another video.

It was about a Daoist priest who had been sleeping when a martial artist came to challenge him. The challenger woke the Daoist up, and the priest ended up chasing the man for several streets, beating him until he spat blood before finally leaving.

Looking at it this way, there truly were hidden masters among Daoists.

Outside Qingfeng Temple.

Zhang Si struggled to carry Nie Quan to a well-ventilated spot. Nie Quan's breathing was even, making him look as if he were simply asleep.

At this moment, Nie Quan slowly regained consciousness.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he first saw Zhang Si staring at him nervously. Looking past his friend, he realized he was surrounded by a crowd of people, all watching him.

What was going on?

Nie Quan's mind went blank for a brief moment.

Then, his memories came flooding back.

"That Daoist!"

Nie Quan abruptly stood up, but because he rose too quickly, he felt a wave of low blood sugar and a bout of dizziness struck his brain.

Zhang Si hurriedly supported him.

Nie Quan rested for a moment before his wits returned. He panted heavily, beads of sweat already seeping from his forehead.

"I lost?" Nie Quan asked Zhang Si in disbelief.

Zhang Si's expression instantly became somewhat awkward.

Though he didn't say a word out loud, his inner thoughts were actually, 'You didn't just lose; you lost miserably.'

The other onlookers were also watching him.

Zhang Si could faintly hear the murmurs of the surrounding crowd.

"The man can soak in a hot spring with a tiger. Why would a mortal like you blindly get involved?"

"Commendable courage."

"He woke up so quickly. It seems Temple Master Ning held back his strength."

"He's lucky just to be alive."

The more Nie Quan listened, the more embarrassed he felt. He took another look at the gates of Qingfeng Temple.

At this moment, the heavy doors of Qingfeng Temple were shut tight. The plaque hanging above them appeared so majestic and solemn.

A trace of fear rose in Nie Quan's heart. He immediately grabbed Zhang Si, hopped into their car, and sped away as if he were flying.

Upon returning to Qingfeng Temple, Ning Fei did not let Nie Quan's challenge affect his mood.

To him, it was nothing more than an insignificant, trivial matter.

The netizens, however, were thrilled. As they praised him, they also clamored to know exactly what Ning Fei had just done.

"Temple Master Ning, was that hand blade just now a cultivation technique?"

"How did you do it? That was incredible! One chop and the guy passed out."

"Are you taking disciples for this move? I want to learn."

By this time, the food was fully cooked. Ning Fei arranged the dishes on the table and, glancing at the barrage of comments on his mobile phone, noticed everyone's questions.

He explained with a smile, "This isn't some cultivation technique. There is a scientific basis to it."

"There are two arteries at the back of the human neck called the vertebral arteries. These arteries are specifically responsible for supplying blood to the brain. Even a slight constriction will cause dizziness."

"If you strike the location of the arteries at the back of the neck with the edge of your palm—since the arteries run vertically—it is very easy to hit them from behind. I struck from the side just now, which required me to have a good grasp of the artery's exact position."

"The edge of the palm has a narrow surface area, so it creates high pressure. If the speed is fast enough, the impact force will be substantial."

"When the arteries in the neck receive a fierce impact, it causes a sudden contraction of the neck muscles. The deep tissues of the upper neck then transmit this signal to the central nervous system. Through reflex, the nervous system produces a disruption in the body's balance and spatial orientation, triggering the symptoms of a faint."

Listening to Ning Fei's explanation, the viewers unconsciously nodded along.

"I don't understand, but it sounds awesome!"

"So professional. To think it actually involves so much theoretical knowledge."

"Theory is just for understanding; the execution is the truly difficult part."

"An average person absolutely couldn't pull it off."

"I just tried it on my dad. I'm currently getting beaten up miserably."

"Haha, everyone here is ruthless."

"Temple Master Ning, how are you able to do it?"

Ning Fei took a bite of rice, chewed slowly before swallowing, and then casually explained, "I have some understanding of medicine and know the layout of the human body's meridians, so I know exactly where the vertebral arteries are located."

"Furthermore, because I exercise regularly, my strength is a bit higher than average."

"That's why I could do it."

Ning Fei's explanation convinced the netizens.

However, some picked up on a secondary meaning within his words and sighed in admiration, "Temple Master Ning actually knows medicine too."

Ning Fei didn't say anything more about this. He merely continued to eat while feeding Little Dog and Little Fei.

This could also be considered one of the joys of having a meal.

Little Dog was an eating machine. He had just been fed a full bowl of premium Canned Pet Food, but now that Ning Fei was eating, the pup was obediently sitting to the side once again, his eyes locked tightly onto Ning Fei.

Every time Ning Fei ate a piece of meat, Little Dog would lick his chops, looking as if he were the one eating.

Ning Fei then picked up a choice piece of pork with his chopsticks and slowly moved it back and forth in front of Little Dog.

Little Dog's eyes tracked the pork tightly, and his front paws shifted slightly, making him appear extremely eager.

"What a glutton."

Ning Fei tossed the meat into the air. Little Dog tilted his head back, snapping it up with speed and precision, and immediately swallowed it down.

After that, he obediently sat back down to the side, continuing to wait for Ning Fei to feed him.

This was a completely ordinary rural scene, but watching it made people feel deeply relaxed. Little Dog's greedy appearance, in particular, made them unable to hold back a knowing smile.

Some joys were simply never that complicated.

Just a commonplace scene was enough to make the corners of a person's mouth turn up into a smile.