"The third level of the Dragon Elephant, the Tendon Aspect!"
"He actually unlocked the third Dharma Aspect."
"Master Guo, you actually let Chu Lingguang hold this back!"
"Hahaha! The third level of the Dragon Elephant! With the Frenzy Pill’s effects wearing off, there’s no way Samba’s Qi Power stands a chance against Chu Lingguang’s."
...
Feng Junyi, Emperor Yue Xuan, Chen Jin, and the others were all stunned by the scene before them.
It was one thing for Chu Lingguang to have unlocked the second Dharma Aspect and mastered Potential Energy Superposition, but he had actually unlocked the third Dharma Aspect, the Tendon Aspect, as well.
It was completely beyond everyone’s expectations.
While they felt thrilled, they were also incredibly jealous.
If they also knew that Chu Lingguang had ford a Qi Vortex in his abdon, a vortex that was growing stronger by the day and could augnt his Dragon Elephant Power, one wonders what they would think then.
"This... I... Hahaha, of course we had to keep an ace up our sleeve."
Guo Wei was a bit tongue-tied by Feng Junyi’s question, but then he laughed heartily. ’Chu Lingguang is getting smarter and smarter,’ he thought with a sigh. ’I thought he’d only hidden the second Dharma Aspect from , but he actually unlocked the third, the Tendon Aspect, too. He didn’t let a single hint slip all this ti.’
"Samba, you’re finished!"
Chu Lingguang pressed his advantage.
The Frenzy Pill’s effects were short-lived, and after all of Chu Lingguang’s stalling, they were nearly exhausted. Against his three Dharma Aspects—skin, flesh, and tendon—combined with a two-layered Potential Energy Superposition, the only advantage Samba had left was his Saber Technique.
Unfortunately for him.
Brute force trumps skill. That principle had worked for Samba, and now it was working against him.
With only his superior Saber Technique, Samba couldn’t withstand Chu Lingguang’s relentless assault.
Previously, Samba had knocked Chu Lingguang all over the place—from the Outer Courtyard to the Inner Courtyard, even to the back courtyard and outside the Martial Arts Hall itself. Chu Lingguang could only block, endure, and use his Force Dissipation Technique, accumulating hidden injuries along the way. All he had left was the sheer willpower to see his feigned weakness through to the end.
Now, his plan had co to fruition.
It was as if Chu Lingguang had turned into Samba.
And he sent Samba flying all over.
BAM!
Samba was sent flying from the Outer Courtyard out of the Martial Arts Hall.
Before he could even regain his footing, Chu Lingguang’s spear sent him airborne again, flinging him from outside the hall back inside. Then, a kick sent Samba flying into the Inner Courtyard.
When Chu Lingguang charged into the Inner Courtyard and swept his spear down, Samba was still able to defend, but his Qi Power was insufficient. Chu Lingguang’s strength broke through his guard, sending him flying into the back courtyard.
The process repeated over and over.
"Samba, just give up!"
Chu Lingguang charged into the back courtyard, executing a Linked Spear move and thrusting at Samba’s torso. Samba had thick skin and tough flesh; he already had multiple wounds but was still desperately holding on. Chu Lingguang, however, showed no rcy, seizing every opportunity to wound Samba or send him flying.
The already blood-soaked Samba was now a ghastly sight. But bolstered by the last dregs of the pill’s effects, he seed to feel no pain. Or perhaps it was the years of drinking Beast Blood that made him fight on like a mindless animal, desperately holding on.
Facing Chu Lingguang’s unstoppable Continuous Spear Technique, he simply endured, ignoring the growing number of wounds on his body.
After being sent flying outside the Martial Arts Hall, he would quickly get back up to continue fighting Chu Lingguang.
"If this keeps up, Samba will die! Mahmoud, make him concede!" Feng Junyi said, unable to bear watching.
"Hmph. A warrior of the Aika Tribe never surrenders," Mahmoud said, his expression savage.
"Samba, what are you waiting for?" Iscoha shouted loudly at Samba.
Chu Lingguang was startled. ’Does Samba have another trump card?’ His Spear Technique quickened instinctively, and he swept his spear at Samba’s knees, intending to break his legs and leave him powerless.
CRACK!
The sound of shattering bone echoed.
Samba had just stood up from under the large banyan tree outside the Martial Arts Hall when he imdiately fell to his knees, the bones in both kneecaps shattered.
Chu Lingguang’s Long Spear followed through, thrusting toward Samba’s chest. If this spear pierced his chest, even if it didn’t kill Samba instantly, he would be pinned to the ground until he drew his last breath.
But at that mont, a smile appeared on Samba’s face.
He completely ignored the spear thrusting toward his chest. Instead, he slamd his fist onto the hilt of his Horse-Cutting Saber.
With a sharp hiss, the Horse-Cutting Saber shattered into countless fragnts.
The fragnts, as if locked onto Chu Lingguang, all shot toward him.
Chu Lingguang was horrified.
He rapidly pulled back the spear that was thrusting at Samba’s chest, trying to block the fragnts.
"A hidden chanism!" Feng Junyi cried out in alarm.
With a roar, Guo Wei shot forward. The Dragon Elephant Power in his body seed to erupt from the soles of his feet. The stone tiles beneath him shattered, and the force of his launch drove into the dirt below, leaving an indentation.
He knew the Turkic Mission was ambitious and that they were determined to win this battle.
But he never expected them to use such insidious thods—first making Samba take a Frenzy Pill, and then hiding a chanism in his Horse-Cutting Saber.
The spray of single-use fragnts was faster and denser than even the second form of Lian Junmiao’s Xuanming Spear Technique, the Shadow-Following Form.
Even with Chu Lingguang’s lightning-fast reflexes, it would be impossible to block all those fragnts. And if just one piece hit him, it would cause a fatal injury.
And with so many fragnts, it was certain that more than one would strike him.
Guo Wei could almost see Chu Lingguang riddled with bloody holes from the fragnts. In that instant, it was as if he were back on the battlefield. His eyes turned blood-red, the Dantian in his abdon surged, and a terrifying, suffocating pressure emanated from his every pore.
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