"Extre State · Silent Guanyin!"
As he swiftly retreated, his whole body similarly expanded, exhaling heavy breaths from his mouth and nose, with arms like scissors suddenly crossing forward to slash.
Swish!!
Bang!!!
A clearly defined whirlwind scattered from the center of their clash.
Zhang Rongfang was pushed back two steps by the trendous force, his figure turned, dodging the pursuing moves, and he eerily appeared elsewhere.
In his Critical State, his body technique was far more terrifying than usual.
If his regular body technique was a 10, then at this mont it was a 15.
Such an exaggerated increase left Xue Chengyu, who had just adapted to his body technique, completely unprepared to respond.
Even though his strength was much greater than Zhang Rongfang’s.
No matter how he pursued or erupted, even entering Extre State, he couldn’t hit the opponent.
After more than a dozen moves, Zhang Rongfang evaded a palm strike, his right claw dragged along Xue Chengyu’s arm, drawing out a blood mark.
Unexpectedly, Xue Chengyu was also wearing Soft Armor, and of high quality.
Though not as powerful as Zhang Rongfang’s treasured armor, it still blocked most of the damage.
Compared to Cyan Horn, Xue Chengyu didn’t need acupoint strikes to enter the Extre State Silent Guanyin mode directly, revealing his strength.
Yet he is strong, but Zhang Rongfang is stronger!
The body technique speed of the Critical State, compounded with power-boost outburst, was far more exaggerated than routine tests.
Utilizing Critical State, layering Heavy Mountain, was like continuously using high-speed impacts to achieve double Heavy Mountain.
Its power was much greater than simply using double Heavy Mountain.
After just twenty moves, Xue Chengyu’s face beca more and more solemn.
He was stronger in both power and outburst, yet he just couldn’t hit this man!
No...not rely unable to hit.
Even unable to catch a shadow!
Too fast!!
In his ears and before his eyes were the whistling cries of Eagle Claw Skill.
Shadows swirling incessantly beside him, attacking, defending was already consuming most of his energy.
His skill, Sandalwood Cypress Chop, was extrely adept at confronting high-speed opponents, otherwise, another Super Grade might have already been defeated.
Shhh!
Another faint sound, a new blood gash appeared on Xue Chengyu’s waist.
The opponent was like an enormous bird toying with its prey, continuously using speed to graze past, leaving trails of blood, trying to tire him to death by exhausting blood and energy.
Can’t stay still!
The thought flashed in Xue Chengyu’s mind, this terrain was pre-prepared; he must leave!
He endured another strike to the back, darting rapidly in one direction.
Charging forward recklessly, protecting his head and face.
In straight-line speed, his outburst was no less than Zhang Rongfang’s.
The two imdiately one chasing, one escaping, sprinting swiftly, soon Wushan City’s silhouette appeared ahead of Xue Chengyu.
Simultaneously, another gash was clawed on his back.
Even now in Extre State, where muscles were tense and solid throughout his body, coupled with leather armor’s blocking, he wasn’t critically injured.
But soon.... the urban environnt is not comparable to the forest.
His gaze turned cold; the urban area was far narrower compared to forests.
One wore a Sea Dragon mask, the other wore a Golden Wing Pavilion mask, sprinting from the side into the city gate.
Guards at the gate hadn’t even reacted before feeling only a gust of wind passing, then the people were gone.
The two pressed against the city wall, engaged all the way.
Handprints and potholes appeared continuously on the city wall surface.
Beams and pillars around, stone lion decorations before doors, tall flagpoles, everything blocking their path was instantly broken off.
Guard soldiers, faces in fear, instinctively raised crossbows, prepared to shoot.
But were imdiately stopped by the commanding officer.
"No one is allowed to shoot!"
The officer’s face was solemn, being a close confidant of the Prefect.
He recognized both masks....
The Spirit Envoy of the Eastern Sect’s Golden Wing Pavilion, the rfolk of the Western Sect’s Sea Dragon....
Either one was not soone he could afford to provoke.
Moreover...the speed of these two, so fast!!
Even if he personally took aim, couldn’t catch up.... only blanket shooting could cover.
"Imdiately inform the Prefect!" he swiftly commanded.
"Yes!"
The personal soldier soon received orders and departed.
Below at this ti, Zhang Rongfang and Xue Chengyu had already separated.
One thrust a single hand into the wall, clinging to the city wall.
One leaning against a mansion’s courtyard wall.
Both were panting rapidly, sweat pouring from their temples like a broken string.
Yet neither destroyed the other’s mask first.
It seed to be an unspoken agreent.
"I seem to understand why Cyan Horn died at your hands...." Xue Chengyu said somberly.
Surrounding crowd scattered and hid. Only so daring martial artists dared to peek from corners and watch.
Xue Chengyu was covered in wounds, blood stretched from his torso down to his pants, exceptionally bedraggled.
Those wounds all contained toxins.
But unfortunately, through toxin resistance training and currently in Extre State, his toxin resistance greatly increased, so he was unconcerned about this tactic.
"I’ll ask you again, who told you Cyan Horn died by my hand?" Zhang Rongfang said deeply.
Equally uncomfortable now, his hands’ Eagle Claw Skill, even after nine breakthroughs and tal gloves, couldn’t sustain under such intense exchange.
Ten fingers’ tips began to unnaturally twist, tremble, so with fine bone fractures.
"You’re strong, able to match with Ninth Grade at this level, already outstanding," Xue Chengyu said coldly.
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