At this time, his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his clothes were gradually soaked through. No matter whether he was rolling on the ground with his fists or jumping vertically and horizontally, Wang Wanhu was always in mid-air, pressing his own weight on him. Min Jiageng was surprised and happy to see Wang Wanhu's martial arts so miraculous. He understood the essence of Wang Wanhu's ability to defeat the enemy without using even half of his strength. I saw drops of sweat on Wei Congshan's body falling to the ground, as if he had been soaked in a heavy downpour for a long time. After a while, the ground was covered with water stains.
Min Jiageng also said that he tried his best and was too tired. Experts such as Li Hongsheng and Yue Sheng knew that every drop of Wei Congshan's sweat would consume one point of his skill. When the sweat flow stopped, it would be the end of his life.
Wei Congshan didn't know it, but he felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and his chest was hollow and extremely uncomfortable. He suddenly remembered: "When I tired Master Yun Shou to death, what he suffered and what he felt in his heart must be the same as mine. This is called self-inflicted retribution." When he thought that his life was inevitable, he couldn't help but be afraid of it. At the end, all his courage was gone, and he no longer had the strength to endure. He suddenly knelt down on his knees and screamed, "Spare my life!" Wang Wanhu leaned back slightly, stretched out his right palm, and asked, "What's the use of keeping a traitor like you?" He was about to strike down his Tianling Gai with his palm, but saw him raising his face and begging, with a look of fear and misery on his face.
Wang Wanhu has always been kind-hearted. Even if he encounters a very evil traitor, as long as he doesn't happen to be misbehaving, he will always feel compassion, catch him and give him a lesson, then release him so that he can change his ways in the future. At this time, Wei Congshan's muscles and veins were scattered, his martial arts had been lost, and he was no different from a disabled person. Even if he did not change his past, he was no longer capable of doing evil. Seeing his pitiful expression, his right palm stopped in mid-air, and he immediately shot him down. He turned to Zhao An'an and said, "Brother Zhao, this man's martial arts have been ruined. It's up to you to deal with it. I just want to ask for a favor, let him live."
Zhao An'an looked at Wang Wanhu and then at Wei Congshan, feeling very embarrassed. When he turned to look at Chen Mengmei, he saw anger gushing out of her eyes, glaring at Wei Congshan hatefully. He suddenly had an idea, turned over and bowed to Wang Wanhu, saying: "Director Wang, today you clean up the door for my Beizong. Zhao An'an will always be a great virtue." He kowtowed repeatedly.
Wang Wanhu hurriedly knelt down and returned the salute, saying: "Brother Zhao, there is no need to be polite. It is the duty of chivalry to draw a sword to help when there is injustice on the road. Besides, you and I are from the same sect, and we are closely related, so why bother to say thank you." I saw Zhao An'an standing up, holding a bright sharp knife in his right hand. Wang Wanhu stood up straight and suddenly saw the sharp knife. He was slightly surprised and took a step back.
It turns out that the dagger belonged to Wei Congshan. He had previously used it to hold Chen Mengmei down. Min Jiageng used a clever trick to save her. During the fight, he grabbed the dagger and threw it to the ground. Later, Wang Wanhu taught him the boxing skills. One thing happened after another, and Wei Congshan never had time to pick up the dagger. Zhao Ping'an picked it up with his right hand while he was kowtowing. He took two steps forward, walked to Chen Mengmei, bent down and handed the dagger over. Chen Mengmei stretched out her hand to hold the handle of the knife, her eyes questioning.
Zhao An'an said: "Director Wang, what are you talking about? Zhao An'an didn't dare to dismiss it. Mengmei's niece's father was beaten to death by this traitor, and her brother was killed by this traitor himself. She has to make the decision whether to spare others or not. Director Wang, don't you think so?" Wang Wanhu sighed and nodded.
Zhao An'an sternly said to Chen Mengmei: "Niece, if you want revenge, kill this traitor if you have the guts. If you are soft-hearted and scared, just let him go!" Everyone looked at Chen Mengmei's face. Some thought that she had the perseverance to go to Abai for help, her determination for revenge, and the courage to kill people; others saw that she was thin and timid, carrying a sharp knife, and her right hand was trembling, and they were afraid that she might not dare to kill a grown man like Wei Congshan.
Chen Mengmei's body was trembling, but without any hesitation in her heart, she walked towards Wei Congshan with a sharp knife in hand. She was not taller than Wei Congshan's chest, and the sharp knife poked forward, stabbing his lower abdomen. At this time, Wei Congshan's limbs were sore and numb, but he could barely stand upright without falling. When he saw Chen Mengmei stabbing him with a knife, he yelled, turned around and left. Although Chen Mengmei had practiced some boxing and kicking, her martial arts skills were very weak after all. When he shrank back like this, she stabbed the air with her knife, then chased after him with a sharp knife in hand.
Wei Congshan staggered, stepped out of the long window, and ran towards the hall door. Seeing that the hall door was closed, he hurriedly reached out to push it open. Unexpectedly, the door became extremely hot, made several chirping noises, and white smoke came out. His palms were already stuck to the door. Shocked, he struggled to snatch it back, but all his strength was gone. He stumbled and leaned forward, sticking to the door. He only screamed in agony, and then fell silent.