Chapter 1902: Capítulo 1902: Chapter 1905

Bei Zicheng’s movements paused, giving him time to think.

Upon reflection, his face nearly changed.

He had been so focused on sparring with this man that he almost forgot the matter discussed with Nangong Yun.

It was really because Wu Ming’s skills were so exceptional. Rarely encountering such a master, he felt it was a shame not to spar properly given his years of effort and training.

However, now there was something more important than dueling with a master!

His right sleeve trembled gently, revealing something in his hand.

That subtle motion, under the faint moonlight, was almost invisible to anyone.

Wu Ming’s dark eyes brightened; perhaps this was the real purpose for which Bei Zicheng had invited him here.

As Bei Zicheng pounced again, Wu Ming pretended to block while keeping his eye on Zicheng’s right hand.

Nonetheless, nothing came out from Bei Zicheng’s right hand; instead, he kept waving his right hand in front of Wu Ming’s eyes.

Initially, Wu Ming didn’t pay attention, but later, he noticed Bei Zicheng’s strange gesture.

What was he doing? Only using his right hand, seems like he’s not employing his full strength.

Suddenly, Wu Ming felt a slight dizziness flood his mind.

Not good, there’s poison!

He instantly realized that Bei Zicheng had a colorless and odorless poisonous gas hidden in his right hand.

While swinging his right fist, he dispersed that poison gas around Wu Ming, which he inhaled.

Wu Ming immediately held his breath, reached into his pocket, and took out a pill.

Seizing the moment to repel Bei Zicheng, he turned and popped the pill into his mouth.

Fortunately, that girl realized her conscience and after getting the medicine from Feng Jin, she gave him some Hundred Poison Pills for protection.

Otherwise, tonight he would really be tricked by Bei Zicheng.

Bei Zicheng was repelled again by Wu Ming, feeling a bit anxious.

His biggest worry was that the poison given by Nangong Yun might not be effective.

If it doesn’t incapacitate Wu Ming, then he wouldn’t be the one standing and leaving tonight.

His mind was frantic as he fought, his thoughts rapidly racing, trying to devise a plan for escape later.

Suddenly, Wu Ming staggered.

The stumble was apparent, similar to being intoxicated, where the brain couldn’t control the body’s movements.

Bei Zicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, the poison gas was indeed effective.

Perhaps due to Wu Ming’s tremendous strength, the effect was somewhat delayed, causing him to break out in cold sweat.

Now he no longer feared retreating, lifting his leg to kick at Wu Ming.

It struck directly at Wu Ming’s stomach, sending him to the ground with a thud.

He tried to get up, but was dizzy and utterly lacked strength.

Finally, he lay on the ground completely and didn’t move.

Only then did Bei Zicheng truly relax, couldn’t help wiping his forehead.

He walked over for a closer look, confirming that Wu Ming was indeed unconscious before standing up and taking out his phone.

“Why are you so slow?” An anxious voice emerged from the other end.

He snorted and said, “Not easy to handle, stop wasting time, hurry and act.”

After speaking, he immediately hung up the phone.

Looking down at the unconscious Wu Ming on the ground, his hatred surged again.

He casually kicked his leg as a release of the fright he had just experienced.

Bei Zicheng reached into his pocket, took out a pill, pried Wu Ming’s mouth open, and stuffed it in.

“You’ll know suffering soon.”

Having done all this, he turned and entered the hall, closing the door again.

Once Bei Zicheng left, Youyang Pavilion became even quieter.

A gentle breeze passed by, bringing a hint of chill.

A cold sigh, seemingly carried by the wind, only to disperse in the air in an instant…