Clang!
Sizzle!!
As dawn broke, a sharp, black and red light flashed, marking yet another clash between Luo Ying and Yang Taozhi.
The two fought relentlessly from night to day, having exchanged countless blows.
Aside from the gloves he was using to hold the coffin, Luo Ying's clothes were worn in several places, and there were also small wounds on his pale face. He hadn't fought such a long and intense battle in a long time, but Yang Taozhi didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He couldn't suppress Yang Taozhi with an absolute advantage, nor could he create an opportunity to kill her with a single blow.
As he told Yang Taozhi, the fact that the two of them were tied up like this was a negligible factor in the overall outcome of the battle between the two sides.
Yang Taozhi, however, did not think so; her goal was to eliminate Luo Ying.
After a night of fighting, neither side has gained the upper hand, proving that their strengths are evenly matched. Now it comes down to endurance, stamina, and experience. Who can hold out until the end, who can wear down the opponent, and who can seize the opponent's weakness first? All of these factors combined determine true fighting power.
Perhaps because Yang Taozhi often accompanied Zhao Huan to the battlefield, she was clearly stronger than Luo Ying in terms of physical strength and endurance.
She was injured, just like Luo Ying, but she appeared calmer than Luo Ying.
Luo Ying's signature smile was gone. He seized every opportunity to get a break and deliberately tried to talk to Yang Taozhi.
"Once upon a time, there was a Black Mountain with a mine on it. The mountain lord used extremely cruel methods to train children in that mine, enabling them to grow into top-notch assassins. I'm very curious about how Zhao Huan trained you. In that sense, Zhao Huan is even more terrifying than that mountain lord."
Yang Taozhi also wanted to catch her breath and control her injuries, so she followed Luo Ying's words and said, "The commander-in-chief never trained me. I was born this way, isn't that infuriating?"
Luo Ying was immediately speechless.
Are all the people around Zhao Cheng like this?
Do you think you'll die if you don't make fun of people or show off?
Yang Taozhi added, "As far as I know, there are three levels of techniques that match the Coffin-Holding Gloves. You've already reached your limit, yet you've only managed to use 'Ghost Coffin-Holding' and 'Ghost General-Holding.' It seems you haven't yet grasped the most powerful level of technique."
Luo Ying said, "If I had mastered this third level of technique, you would have been dead long ago."
Yang Taozhi said, "You can't call me 'dead ghost,' we don't have that kind of relationship."
Luo Ying: "..."
Luo Ying originally wanted to stall for time and chat with Yang Taozhi a little longer, but the more they talked, the less he felt he could continue. He suppressed the urge to take the initiative and said, "One day I will comprehend the third level of the technique. What will the Jinghai Sword Master be then?"
Yang Taozhi knew that Luo Ying was right. Judging from the effect of the second level of the technique, "Ghost Supporting General," it was already close to the inhuman realm. The even more powerful third level of the technique must also be inhuman.
Luo Ying's words also revealed a rule of power: Grandmaster is the pinnacle of martial arts, but like top masters, Grandmasters also have stages.
If Yang Taozhi, Luo Ying, Wen Pojun, and others represent the first stage of a Grandmaster, then Jinghai Sword Master represents the second stage, which is even more powerful than them. As for the Alluring Sword Immortal, who couldn't even defeat Jinghai Sword Master, she is probably in the third stage.
For ordinary martial artists, even the title of "Grandmaster" is far beyond their reach, let alone anything beyond that.
Yang Taozhi said, "What you should be thinking about now is not when you can comprehend the third level of the technique, but whether you can leave my hands alive."
Luo Ying was taken aback again, and said, "Your lightness skill is not as good as mine. If I want to run, can you stop me?"
Yang Taozhi said, "Go ahead and run. If you do, I'll go and save people."
Luo Ying's face turned green. She no longer wanted to argue with Yang Taozhi, and finally couldn't resist giving up her rest and striking first, shouting, "I might not lose!!"
...
Bang!
On the ancient road, Dian Chen crashed into a tree, breaking it in two. He braced himself with his two axes to keep from falling, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
Dian Chen had arrived dressed in the light armor of the Imperial Guards, complete with a helmet. However, the helmet was nowhere to be seen, his hair was disheveled, his light armor was covered in scratches, and his face was bruised and battered, making him look quite disheveled.
Zhao Hu planted the broken knife in the ground, pressed his hands together on the hilt, and panted heavily.
He hadn't used the double-blade technique so frequently in a long time.
Although Dian Chen was at a disadvantage and was being brutally beaten by Zhao Hu, Zhao Hu's stamina was also almost exhausted.
In order not to show weakness or fatigue, Zhao Hu stopped and picked up the broken knife, walking towards Dian Chen.
Dian Chen rolled backward several steps, raising his axe high and shouting, "Wait a minute!"
Zhao Hu shouted, "Spit it out!"
Dian Chen said, "Let's stop fighting!"
Zhao Hu looked completely bewildered and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I said we're not fighting anymore, we're not fighting anymore!" Dian Chen said, brandishing his axe. "What's the point of fighting if we can't win?"
Zhao Hu said, "You're the third-ranked scholar in the martial arts examination!"
Dian Chen said, "You're the third-ranked scholar, aren't you?"
Zhao Hu said, "You've made me forget everything..."
Dian Chen looked around, then quickly ran to the horse and said, "His Majesty sent me to assist Wang Yuluan. I have done my best. I can't just give up my life here, can I?"
Zhao Hu nodded seriously and said, "You're right, what you said makes a lot of sense."
"The journey through the martial world is long, and we may never meet again!"
Dian Chen pulled on the reins, mounted his horse, and rode away in a cloud of dust.
Only when the horse's rump disappeared from sight did Zhao Hu finally let out a long sigh of relief and plop down on the ground, panting heavily.
Just as Dian Chen and Zhao Hu were locked in fierce combat, the battle between Zhao Yan and Wen Pojun also entered its most intense phase.
After attaching the gun head, Wen Pojun was indeed a different person, with every move a deadly strike. Although Zhao Yan dodged them all, he was already covered in wounds.
A spear with a spearhead and a headless spear are completely different concepts. When Zhao Yan was hit by the headless spear, he could still use his body to withstand it, but now he was somewhat powerless. Some spear moves were unblockable and unavoidable, and he could not withstand them with his body.
Zhao Yan's injuries worsened, and his strength declined significantly. He was barely holding on by his last breath.
He didn't know how long he could hold on, but he knew that even holding on for just one more minute would be a great help to his father and older brother.
He believed in his father.
I trust my older brother more.
They have always been the brains of this family; as long as they are there, the Zhao family will never fall into poverty.
What does sacrificing my own interests matter? My elder brother already has a child, and Zhao Changli will grow up eventually. The future of the Zhao family is the most important thing!
"Come on, kill!"
Zhao Yan roared and launched an attack just when Wen Pojun thought he was going to continue defending.
Wen Pojun hesitated slightly, but Zhao Yan, whose overall abilities had declined, was not on the same level as him at all.
Wen Pojun flipped backward to avoid Zhao Yan's attack, and then used Zhao Yan's most commonly used spear technique.
Turn around!
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