Having just completed his upgrade, he wanted to test his strength. Wu Di's cultivation level was neither high nor low, making him a perfect candidate for practice.

So he put away the Tai'a sword and met the attack with the same palm strike.

"This guy is really asking for death!" Seeing that the other party did not dodge or evade, Wu Di's eyes flashed with a hint of sarcasm. The strength of a sixth-rank is many times greater than that of a third-rank. If he were to fight head-on like this, he could shatter the entire arm.

How could the Chu family have chosen such a useless son-in-law? They would have been better off choosing me.

The moment their hands touched, he instinctively tried to break the other's fingers. He didn't want to win too quickly; he wanted to torture him slowly, bit by bit, so that he could vent his hatred.

Click!

A crisp sound of bones breaking was heard, followed by a piercing scream echoing through the mountains and forests.

Wu Di stared at his fingers, which were twisted and bent at a ninety-degree angle, his face filled with utter horror.

This...this is impossible!

"You've been making a big fuss from the beginning, thinking you're something special. Are you really a sixth-rank official?" Zu An didn't press his advantage but stood there and asked doubtfully.

Hearing his sarcasm, Wu Di almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Di's anger level increased by 458!

At this moment, he had the same question: Is this guy really a third-rank official?

Is there something wrong with how I'm approaching the world?

He dared not be careless in the slightest, and drew his long sword, a red flame enveloping it.

Then he shouted and slashed at Zuan. He was always equally skilled with both hands, and even if one hand was injured, it had no effect on him when he switched to the other hand to wield the knife.

Zuan suddenly remembered that he hadn't had a chance to test the Sunflower Finger technique that Old Man Mi had taught him before, so he decided to use it to practice.

Seeing the other party extend a finger to meet his blade, Wu Di revealed a ferocious look. "If I don't cut off all ten of your fingers, I'll write my name backwards!"

Before their fingers even met, Zuan could already feel the heat of the flames on the other's blade.

He felt a chill run down his spine. After all, his opponent was a sixth-rank expert. Although his strength and speed were almost on par with a sixth-rank expert, the opponent's elemental damage was still real.

A sudden inspiration struck him, and he immediately summoned the "Blue Fly," gathering the surrounding water elements to attach to himself.

The mountains and forests are full of trees, and the moisture is abundant. Soon, a bunch of water elements attached themselves to Zuan, and he immediately felt the heat greatly reduced.

As the opponent's flaming blade drew closer, Zuan flicked his finger and stabbed the blade from the side.

Wu Di felt a strange spiraling energy travel along the blade, almost causing him to lose his grip on the longsword. The raging flames on the blade were also momentarily shattered, but he managed to restore them in time.

He was astonished: "What kind of kung fu is that?"

Zuan raised his finger to his lips and gently blew away the tiny flame at its tip: "This is Kato... cough cough, this is my self-created Golden Finger, isn't it amazing?"

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