The elder from Liu Family, skilled in Qi Cultivation, was well aware that he had no chance of surviving a fight with Zhao Ge, even if Zhao Ge was injured and his strength diminished. After all, he was over seventy years old, nearing the end of his life, with most of his Qi-Blood already depleted. At this mont, just exchanging a few punches with Zhao Ge had left him gasping for breath, and to make matters worse, his arm had been destroyed by a concealed weapon. His condition could not get any worse.
If he didn’t put up a fight using his Heart Blood, taking Zhao Ge, this great enemy, down with him for the Liu Family, then his old life would be aningless.
"Thinking of dragging down with you?" Zhao Ge knew that Grandmaster Liu was fighting desperately, using the last bit of his Heart Blood to take him down.
Moreover, the opponent was extrely experienced; after his arm was hit by the weapon, he no longer gave Zhao Qian a second chance to use the firearm, opting for close combat instead. If Zhao Qian were to fire again, Zhao Ge would also be affected and unable to escape, which ant that Zhao Qian had not found a suitable opportunity to fire the second shot.
Although Grandmaster Liu did not know which concealed weapon had such trendous power, his experience in defense was ample, certainly an old hand at the ga.
"What a pity, that shot just now didn’t take his life." Zhao Ge had no choice but to grit his teeth and resist fiercely. Only by enduring this period and waiting for Grandmaster Liu’s Qi-Blood to run out could he win.
As for escaping, that was even less likely.
Since Grandmaster Liu chose to grapple, he would not give Zhao Ge a chance to escape. At this mont, if Zhao Ge took one step back, Grandmaster Liu would imdiately follow up with a step closer, and Grandmaster Liu, who used his Heart Blood, had much greater mobility than Zhao Ge.
"Co, let’s settle past favors and today’s grudges once and for all," Zhao Ge bellowed, continuously summoning his Qi-Blood, using his injured body to throw a punch, almost instinctively executing a killer move from Shaking Mountain Fist.
The Fist Gang condensed, and his Jin Qi erupted, giving a sense of regaining his forr glory.
But Grandmaster Liu could tell that Zhao Ge was putting up a strong front while being weak inside. He didn’t believe that soone who had their Divine Soul injured and had suffered a Heart-shattering Palm, even if they were hanging on to life with big dicine, could maintain more than sixty percent of their strength. If he couldn’t defeat Zhao Ge even after forcefully using a bit of his Heart Blood, then he might as well have lived his life in vain.
"Die."
Grandmaster Liu’s voice was hoarse, his arm swollen from Qi-Blood, reached out, also squeezing Fist Power, and detonated in mid-air.
After the two clashed with a punch, the outco was that Zhao Ge turned pale and stumbled backwards several steps, retreating five or six steps before barely stabilizing himself.
However, Grandmaster Liu knew that Zhao Ge’s daughter had a hidden weapon in hand, always waiting for an opportunity to strike. He wouldn’t give Zhao Qian a chance to exploit any openings. So as Zhao Ge retreated, he roared and pressed forward again, not affording Zhao Ge any chance to breathe, likewise unwilling to let go when he had the upper hand.
The nature of a Martial Artist is such that, upon gaining an advantage, why would they retreat?
Only by following up before the opponent has a chance to recover, by delivering move after move, can they successfully finish off the opponent. Such an opportunity would not be missed by anyone.
"Think you can overpower my fist? I’m afraid you can’t," Zhao Ge roared back, unwilling to admit defeat, eting the challenge with another punch.
He, Zhao Ge of Shaking Mountain Fist, had always dominated others with his fists and never imagined a day when his fist would be overpowered. Such a scenario was unacceptable to a Martial Artist who had practiced boxing for a lifeti, and he was determined to win back his montum even if it ant exhausting all his Qi-Blood.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Ge unleashed another killer move, his Fist Gang releasing and his Qi-Blood surging forth.
"Zhao Ge, you are finished. I can kill you even with one hand," Grandmaster Liu declared with murderous intent. He was still at his peak, his Heart Blood not yet waned, therefore he did not take Zhao Ge seriously at all. His current aim was to finish Zhao Ge quickly, to avoid complications if the battle dragged on too long.
"Bang!"
Fist Power was unleashed, and with this strike, the two seed evenly matched.
"Again."
Zhao Ge, seeing this, took another step forward. Capitalizing on his advantage of having an extra arm, he quickly gathered Fist Gang and threw another punch in quick succession.
"Can you really handle this state?"
Grandmaster Liu was not the least bit intimidated. Even lacking an arm, he was not afraid. In his peak state, he adjusted very quickly. Even with just one arm, he could et the attack.
But this punch did not et Zhao Ge’s; instead, it smashed into his right chest.
The two struck each other with their punches.
Zhao Ge’s Qi-Blood was the first to falter. A mouthful of old blood sprayed out as his old wounds erupted. He retreated frantically, leaving a trail of bloodstained ground in his wake.
Grandmaster Liu didn’t have it easy either, having taken a deadly move. His Qi-Blood roiled and his body ached all over, but he paid it no mind. Under the surge of Qi-Blood, the pain diminished rapidly. At this mont, not wanting to give Zhao Ge any ti to catch his breath, he threw another punch.
What did it matter if he suffered so injuries? He was already a dead man walking. Using this life to take Zhao Ge with him was worth it.
As long as Zhao Ge died, Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall would be finished.
Zhao Ge, seeing Grandmaster Liu fight this way, was both shocked and angry. It was true what they said, the stubborn fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who have nothing to lose.
Grandmaster Liu, throwing caution to the wind, was willing to trade injury for injury. Even in his old age and waning strength, his outburst of power was truly horrifying.
"I refuse to believe that I can’t outlast you until your Qi-Blood is exhausted," Zhao Ge said, gritting his teeth without backing down, once again engaging in a head-to-head fight.
"Let’s see who can’t hold on and falls first," Grandmaster Liu said, delighted that Zhao Ge was playing right into his hands. The two engaged once more.
Fist Power and Gang Qi splattered everywhere as the two Martial Artists fought like n possessed, putting everything on the line.
anwhile, the workshop masters of the three major workshops watched in shock at this scene.
As for who would win and who would lose, nobody was sure. Grandmaster Liu was very old, his muscles atrophied and his Qi-Blood no longer vigorous as in his younger years. However, powered by his Heart Blood, he had reclaid his peak state and was not to be underestimated. Zhao Ge was a well-known Qi Cultivation Expert of Sanyang City. Although injured, he had a solid foundation—at just over fifty, he was at his peak.
As the two continued to wear each other down, either could end up dead.
"There’s absolutely no chance to take a shot."
On the roof nearby, Zhao Qian held a sniper rifle, already aiming at Grandmaster Liu. Her face was anxious, sweat beaded on her forehead, and her fair fingers dared not rest on the trigger.
The power of the sniper rifle was too terrifying. A previous shot had rely grazed Grandmaster Liu’s body yet had blown off half of his arm. If she fired again, there was a high chance she’d accidentally shoot her father.
By then, she wouldn’t be saving a life but taking one.
As the battle continued, Zhao Ge’s injuries worsened; blood spurted out and his face turned ashen. Had it not been for his previous consumption of Extraordinary Water and several days of recuperation, he surely wouldn’t have lasted against Grandmaster Liu and would’ve been finished off first.
But Grandmaster Liu wasn’t faring any better.
His withered body was covered in scars, and his peak condition was plumting at an unimaginable rate.
He was far too old, nearing his end; although the Heart Blood was a powerful dicine, it could sustain him for even less ti than he had imagined.
"Damn it, Zhao Ge, why won’t you just die?"
At that mont, Grandmaster Liu beca anxious. He hadn’t expected Zhao Ge to endure so well. If this continued, real trouble would ensue. He was furious—had it not been for the injury from a hidden weapon that cost him an arm, greatly reducing his strength, he wouldn’t have been dragged out to this mont by Zhao Ge.
Zhao Ge was also feeling wronged at this point. Ever since his Divine Soul was damaged, he didn’t know how much humiliation he had suffered, how much pain he had gone through.
Even a martial artist nearing eighty years old could suppress him; if it had been before his injuries, soone like Grandmaster Liu would have been sent flying by his third punch.
"Can’t drag this out any longer. It’s a fight to the death within two moves," Grandmaster Liu felt his Qi-Blood rapidly deteriorating, his skin beginning to shrivel, muscles starting to atrophy, and his Gang Qi were no longer as potent as before.
If this went on, his downfall was inevitable.
Thus, he decided to take Zhao Ge along with him before his departure.
Suddenly.
Grandmaster Liu’s eyes burst open, he howled to the sky, his white hair dancing wildly, all his Qi-Blood was mobilized, gathering swiftly in his arm.
His arm’s veins bulged as Qi-Blood surged and Gang Qi roared mightily; in that mont, he seed fiercer than even at his youthful peak.
"No good, this guy is squeezing out his last Qi-Blood. Like the light before dying, he wants to take down with him?" Zhao Ge was shocked at that mont, realizing Grandmaster Liu’s intention.
In such a state, Grandmaster Liu could manage at most two more punches, and then no matter what, he would instantly perish, with no chance for survival.
"Retreat!"
Zhao Ge might be stubborn, but he wasn’t foolish enough to exchange punches with a dying man—that would be too unworthy.
"Can you retreat?"
Grandmaster Liu seized the opportunity with great accuracy. It seed he was prepared for this; his frail old body clung to Zhao Ge, not giving him a chance to disengage, and simultaneously, a punch was hurled out in the shortest possible ti. He unleashed a deadly move that Cao Yun Liu Family took pride in, intending to take Zhao Ge down with him and glorify the Liu Family one last ti.
Zhao Ge’s pupils suddenly shrank, sensing a life-and-death crisis at this mont.
He roared, wanting to throw another punch, but at that mont he felt dizzy, a wave of weakness washed over him, the Qi-Blood he had just grasped scattered in an instant.
The backlash from his injured Divine Soul erupted, causing him to lose his edge at the critical mont.
It all happened too fast; even Zhao Qian couldn’t risk taking that one shot in ti.
However, just at the crucial mont, a tall and majestic figure suddenly stepped out from behind Zhao Ge. Accompanying the appearance of this figure was a punch that was delivered instantaneously, surpassing Zhao Ge’s body to et Grandmaster Liu’s desperate strike.
"Boom!"
A huge collision sound ensued from the clash of forces.
The Fist Gang dissipated, Jin Qi ran rampant, and a terrifying Divine Power erupted at this mont.
This Divine Power was unparalleled; even Grandmaster Liu’s punch, surpassing his peak due to that brief resurgence, couldn’t withstand it. rely upon impact, he was sent retreating, his fists, twisted and knotted together, were indented by the opponent’s punch, fractured, and the unstoppable montum continued through.
"Ahh!"
Grandmaster Liu scread as he watched his own arm shatter joint by joint, turning into a mist of blood, and spraying out at an unimaginable speed.
"Impossible."
He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Why was his powerful punch caught by soone? Who was this person? What was his relation to Zhao Ge?
But Grandmaster Liu had no chance to continue pondering.
Just the overflowing Jin Qi had already swept his frail body, sending it flying backwards like a leaf in the autumn wind, shaking in midair before rcilessly crashing down onto the ground, shattering the tiles, as if he were to mix with the soil beneath and beco pulverized into nothingness.
And this sudden turn of events stunned everyone present.
The martial artists from Cao Yun Liu Family, as well as the workshop masters from the three big shops, all turned their gaze unanimously towards the figure who had intervened.
This man, tall and majestic, wearing a uniform embroidered with a Five-clawed Black Dragon, with a rather handso face, his eyes were cold and contained a hint of murderous intent, extraordinary and dazzling even under the sunlight. Most importantly, the man’s expression was too calm, as if defeating Grandmaster Liu with a single punch was nothing extraordinary for him.
He just stood there, his re presence seeming to overshadow all martial artists in the world with a voracious might, inspiring fear in those who looked upon him.
"Is this man Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall’s senior brother, Li Yi, who within one day conquered two halls—first slaying Wind Listening Blade Jin Zhihuan, then killing Heart-shattering Palm Han Tianbao?"
Shock filled everyone’s hearts, but they had already realized the identity of the newcor.
Because such a figure had never been seen in Sanyang City before.
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