The opponents I faced in the past were either slightly less intelligent than me, or not as flexible as me, or had obvious shortcomings. But now, I am obviously the one at a disadvantage. The man in the black robe in front of me is tall and his physical fitness is definitely not inferior to mine. In terms of intelligence, flexibility, strength, and dexterity, I may not have the upper hand.

Moreover, before I dealt with an opponent in the past, I would usually find out his background and understand his origins so that I could deal with him in a targeted manner. But this time I was in too much of a hurry, and I didn't understand his strength and background at all. Apart from knowing that he was taller than me, I got nothing else.

Therefore this is a tough battle, and I must exert 100% of my strength to cope with it.

He walked towards me, with a strong murderous aura all over his body, leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Before I crush you to death, do you have anything else to say? But I may not convey it for you."

I shuddered all over. This terrible oppressive force was like a mountain roar that suffocated me.

Although he was talking to me, his eyes were looking at Yunwen. He was trying to use my weakness in front of him to highlight his greatness and majesty, so that Yunwen would look at him with new eyes. But from what I know about Yunwen, she is now extremely annoyed, because she hates it most when others despise and look down on her. This guy is achieving the opposite of what he wants.

"I want to tell you that in terms of close combat strength, I may not lose to you," I said.

He laughed, extremely contemptuously, shook his head and said, "Really? But in front of me, no matter how strong you are, I can make you lose sincerely. I want to let that little beauty see clearly who is the real hero, who is the winner, and who is worthy of her. If you follow the weak, you can't survive a minute on this island. Only by following the strong can you dominate the sea and live a truly powerful and safe life. Do you understand? As for you, you are too weak."

I clenched my fists and turned to look at Yunwen through the second-floor window. Yunwen smiled at me, but her brows were still furrowed with worry.

"No one is worthy of her except me," I said.

This sentence made the man in black robe clench his fists immediately. He shouted coldly and swung a punch. I heard the sound in advance, predicted the position, and immediately dodged sideways. Just when I thought I had dodged it, I was sucked by a force of air. When I was about to say that he was cheating, I saw him sneering. He never thought of fighting with me openly.

Since my back was facing Yunwen at this angle, even if she committed a foul, Yunwen would not be able to see it, and I could not tell clearly. This was because he took advantage of my opportunity, and I did not dodge, and was hit on the chest by his punch. My ribs immediately hurt, and my blood vessels tightened. With a "wow", a mouthful of hot blood spurted out. He looked at me triumphantly and punched me again, one, two, and three times.

He hit me on the face, shoulders and stomach respectively. He didn't use his full strength. He planned to torture me slowly so that Yunwen could watch. Yunwen upstairs kept shouting "assistant". However, this competition was invited by me, so even if the man in black robe didn't listen to Yunwen, it was understandable. Yunwen could only cry and shout upstairs.

Soon, blood was gushing out of me, my head was buzzing, and I was sucked by the suction force with no chance of fighting back. I cried out in pain, and then my vision began to go black. I screamed in pain all over. I never thought that it would end just as it began. The gap was too obvious.

Just when I thought he had let me win with one move and the fight was over, and I was going to be humiliated to death by the enemy in front of Yunwen, suddenly the Jinque Sword on my waist began to emit a faint golden light. Miss Huaxiang was able to make the Jinque Sword fly up in the past. Although she had such magical powers, I always felt that this was also related to the will of the Jinque Sword itself.

However, this is just my personal feeling without any evidence, which may not be true. But if it is true, it can fully relieve my current embarrassing situation. If someone dares to jump off a cliff in the hottest days of summer and find the ability to fly like a dragon in the sky in desperate situations, maybe I can do it too.

I closed my eyes and silently said to myself, "Fly, fly."

In the past, I would have thought myself stupid for believing in such things, but now that my life and death are at stake, I believe in it even more. Perhaps it’s a desperate measure, or perhaps it’s some special inspiration from me.

I remember hearing a Western theory that said people have three kinds of consciousness: conscious, subconscious and superconscious. The superconsciousness is sometimes the manifestation of inspiration. Some people in the West claim to be psychic and say that they predict the direction of events through the superconsciousness. Now I suddenly have the feeling that the sword will obey my will, and I feel that it may also be related to the superconsciousness.

In this case, I will give this inspiration a try.

My body couldn't take it anymore with punch after punch. Even though I never slacked off in my training, my muscles couldn't withstand this kind of force. If this continued, I would surely die.

When I silently recited it for the seventh time, a golden light suddenly flashed in my mind, as if I had a special connection with the Golden Sword. It felt like I was connected to wifi and had a signal network! Damn it, it's time to fight back!

"Fly!" I shouted.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the man in black was frightened by me. At this time, the Golden Sword flew out of my hilt and flew up into the air. With one sword, I cut through the evil black air. My body was released and I was finally free.

After being hit by so many punches, at least a dozen of them, I have more or less understood its attack pattern. He has long arms and legs, so when he attacks me he has to lean over, which inadvertently increases the distance between him and me. If he punches straight, the distance will be closer, while if he punches diagonally downward, it forms an angle, so the distance between him and me will obviously require him to stretch his arm a little further to hit me.

Perhaps he was used to being arrogant and was not used to bending over to form a fighting posture. Instead, he stood up straight, fearing that he did not look majestic enough. This gave his attacks a sense of incoherence, which invisibly weakened the intensity of his attacks. His blind downward punches also exposed a huge shortcoming, which was to expand his attack distance, thereby increasing the buffer time for the attack. After all, he had to put his best effort into each attack, and there must have been complicated preparations.

And his punch is indeed powerful and looks domineering, but it is flashy and has many shortcomings. This is my complete understanding of him now.

"Brother, it's my turn to fight back," I said.

He sneered and swung another punch at my face, trying to use the evil black energy to suck me in, but was blocked by the flying Golden Que Sword. Under the punch, my wrist, elbow and shoulder were all stretched straight. One hit was enough for him to suffer. I figured out that he usually hit my cheekbone. After predicting, I turned my body to the side and his downward punch missed my shoulder.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I grabbed his fist wrist with my left hand and held it tightly, and pressed my shoulder against his elbow bone, so that his whole body was held up, his door was wide open and his body was twisted. I pointed my right elbow at his waist and pushed hard!

Boom boom boom boom!

Even with the continuous and crazy blows, his strong body couldn't withstand such blows. After all, the elbows and knees are the hardest parts of the body, while his waist is the soft spot. He coughed violently for a while because of my blows.

Seeing that it was almost time, I clenched my fist and punched it backwards fiercely, hitting him directly in the face. I kicked his knees and used my upper body to exert force. His body floated in the air, and I suddenly threw him over my shoulder, and he fell hard to the ground, leaving him with a thumping mouth!

I couldn't let him off after so many shameless attacks, I continued to twist his elbow, kneeled on his back, and swung my long-angry fist at the back of his head, smashing it down again with a loud bang. His elbow was restrained by me, and the other hand was pressed under his body, his body and face were squeezed on the ground, and he didn't even have a chance to protect himself, let alone fight back.

This is called having strength but nowhere to use it.

"Do you have any shame? You are a person who can't even win by cheating, yet you still want to win Yunwen's favor. That's too good to be true! I wanted to give you some face. Even though you are a dragon, you are still a dragon. But you are so despicable and shameless. I don't want to give you face anymore. Just get beaten!" I shouted.

The iron fists kept bombarding him, and he was completely defenseless, so Kongpo had no choice but to surrender.

But at this moment, he shouted loudly, and black energy burst out of his body. Dragon horns grew on the back of his head again. I knew it was about to start again. I was getting anxious when I suddenly felt something moving on the ground, as if something was trying to jump out from the ground...