Jiang Dali watched as Dou Dajin’s blood bar and Inner Qi bar flickered incessantly. He continued to use wide and forceful moves, keeping his hands nimble, his footwork fast, and maintaining long-range attacks. "Chief Dou, if you don’t use your Absolute Skill soon, I’m afraid it’ll be impossible to determine a winner even after a hundred rounds."
Dou Dajin was so frustrated he nearly coughed up blood, realizing that he had indeed underestimated the Black Wind Village Chief.
Now, if he didn’t employ the Shaolin Ultimate Skill, it would be really hard to defeat Jiang Dali.
In terms of fist and foot skills, Jiang Dali was not afraid of him.
In terms of hidden weapon martial arts, even if Jiang Dali was not as good as him, he could easily defend himself, especially since the Iron Cloth Shirt Training Skill also restrained hidden weapons.
It seed that only resorting to the saber might offer a sliver of hope.
However, the large saber carried on Jiang Dali’s back was definitely not just for show, indicating he must be skilled in a formidable saber technique.
This was precisely what made Dou Dajin so depressed.
How could a robber leader master so many exquisite martial arts?
The fist and foot skills were not bad, his Cross Training astounding, his proficiency with hidden weapons excellent, his movent technique also decent, and it seed he also knew a formidable saber skill.
His progress was too well-rounded.
And at this mont, Dou Dajin couldn’t even find the ti to speak, completely overpowered in strength by Jiang Dali. The more they fought, the more his Qi-Blood churned, causing the faces of those from the Dragon Gate Escort Agency nearby to look ugly with worry. They never guessed that a Mountain Village chief could be so formidable.
Bang—
Another punch collided.
Stomp stomp stomp... Dou Dajin staggered back, unable to steady his footing, suddenly bellowed as he drew his saber, murderous intent condensing, and rushed forward five steps to press the attack.
"Kill!—"
With his saber unsheathed, he thrust out a single slash amidst flashing sword light and wave after wave of saber force. Reflected in the sun above, it was like the sunrise over the sea’s horizon, crafting a dazzling sea of clouds amidst the frolicking waves.
"Good saber skill!"
Jiang Dali laughed loudly, his body suddenly moving like a darting cicada—suddenly darting sideways, suddenly flying horizontally, swiftly and lightly maneuvering through the saber light that resembled the sunshine on the waves.
"Chief Dou, now take my slash, Golden Back Tiger Evil!"
In an instant, Jiang Dali spent all of the remaining 50 Potential Points on "Tiger Evil Golden Ring Saber."
The saber skill broke through the slightly successful Realm and reached a state of mastery in the blink of an eye.
Buzz—
With fearless resolve, Jiang Dali drew his saber; the golden ring and all nine rings on it trembled, emitting a long resonance akin to a tiger’s roar. He swung the long saber in a furious slash.
With the swift rise of the sword light, the golden glow was dazzling, like a small sun exploding in the east, suddenly appearing with a brilliant radiance that made it difficult for many onlookers to open their eyes.
"Ah!?"
Dou Dajin had not expected Jiang Dali’s saber skill to be so ferocious and sharp. The blinding light emanating from the golden saber and the tiger roar from the buzzing of the nine rings not only affected his vision but also his hearing. It made him feel as if a luminous tiger was pouncing on him. For a mont, he lost his ntal composure, and his hair stood on end.
A sense of unprecedented danger suddenly enveloped him, bringing the chilling breath of death!
Dou Dajin shouted frantically, slashing his saber three tis in an attempt to defend, with each cut almost condensing his life’s Power, igniting all of his latent Potential in the face of danger.
Clang clang clang—
The dense sounds, like furious hamring on iron, erupted. The intense impact caused Dou Dajin’s palms to split, his figure retreating incessantly, with his saber almost flying out of his hand.
In the close encounter, the brave erged victorious, a maxim exemplified in this mont!
The two exchanged three consecutive heavy slashes. Each of Jiang Dali’s strikes was stronger than the last, his arm muscles bulging, his Montum wild and overwhelming. This sight made the surrounding mountain bandit Players all boil with excitent, loudly cheering.
Dou Dajin, however, kept retreating further, his Qi-Blood churning as if he were on the verge of spitting out blood.
On the third step back, suddenly a flying knife, swift as a startled swan, shot out abruptly from Jiang Dali’s hand.
Flying Star Transmission of Hatred!
"Despicable!"
Dou Dajin scread in horror, feeling like his soul was leaving his body. He hurriedly spun his saber to deflect and forcefully leaped backwards at the sa ti.
With a clanging explosion, the flying knife was deflected.
The Flying Knife was barely deflected, but Dou Dajin in the process also lost grip of his saber.
Jiang Dali sneered with a vicious gleam flickering in his eyes, "Chief Dou, if you don’t use your Absolute Skill, you’re going to die under my blade!"
Swoosh—
The Golden Ring Big Sword charged to kill once again!
"Damn it! You’re forcing my hand!"
Dou Dajin’s face twisted with bulging veins as he roared and suddenly thrust out his palm.
The Great Vajra Palm!
His hand seed to instantly beco rigid and swollen with muscle, filled with Qi-Blood. It humd with a steely resonance upon the slightest vibration.
With a step forward, that palm struck heavily against the back of the Golden Ring Big Sword.
clang—a loud explosion sounded.
Jiang Dali’s arm shook violently.
The Golden Ring Big Sword’s nine rings buzzed and tremored almost flying out of his hand.
In that mont, Dou Dajin charged forward frantically like a madman, suddenly switching from Vajra Palm to Twenty-four Demon-suppressing Palm, striking swiftly and continuously.
"Hard and Soft Transformation!?"
Jiang Dali’s eyes narrowed as he extended his hand, vertically thrusting out his palm with a violent force, his arm weirdly swelling by a fist’s size, veins protruding, as he struck with a palm fiercely.
Eight-direction Palm.
Matching hardness with softness!
Bang!
Their palms clashed like lightning.
Dou Dajin’s palm went numb, his pace and form staggering a beat.
But Jiang Dali’s face suddenly flushed red, and his colossal and towering fra swayed like an iron tower, his feet stamping into the ground and sinking, dirt spraying in all directions.
In an instant.
Both stood at each other’s side, nearly forming a forty-five-degree angle.
This just happened to be an angle where it was difficult for either to attack the other.
Dou Dajin shouted fiercely, turning to strike anew.
Jiang Dali suddenly laughed loudly, "Chief Dou, you’ve already lost. Could it be that you intend to break your word to a bandit like ?"
Dou Dajin’s eyes focused, his face’s color changing unpredictably as he stood rigidly in place with a cold sneer, "Master Jiang, you’ve been wounded by my Demon-suppressing Palm. If I wanted to finish you now, it would be all too easy."
Jiang Dali’s burly body suddenly trembled violently, his frighteningly dark skin color returning to normal as he left the state of the Iron Cloth Shirt; even one of his arms suddenly had the skin split open, and blood vessels burst, creating a ghastly sight that terrified the surrounding mountain bandits into shouting.
Players who witnessed it had their faces dramatically change color.
If this village chief indeed fell, it would be like the fall of the leading bird in flight—the end of the other birds following. Those who had just joined the Black Wind Village would be done for.
"Hahaha." Jiang Dali laughed wildly, seemingly indifferent to his injuries, "Chief Dou, there’s no need to endure it so painfully. Internal injuries are often stifled; just don’t let the injury worsen. If you think you can take down now, give it a try and see if my one hundred-plus brothers would agree."
With these words, over a hundred mountain bandits who were initially sowhat fearful began to clang their weapons and roar in response, and even so set up crossbows aiming at the scene.
Second Master Xiong Ba decisively ignited the kindling beneath Tong Niu, calling his brothers to surround it and yelling, "Chief Dou, I respect you as a person of stature. If you go back on your word today, we brothers don’t need to show you any righteousness. Your female disciple will join you in death."
"You lot!!"
Dou Dajin glared with rage, his teeth clenched, unable any longer to suppress his internal injuries as blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth, staining his beard.
This, of course, made his defeat even more apparent.
The mountain bandits grew even more wild.
Whereas those from Dragon Gate Escort Agency were especially panicked.
Jiang Dali’s eyelids fluttered as he harrumphed and said deeply, "Chief Dou, the Shaolin Demon-suppressing Palm, before reaching Great Success, is not to be practiced alongside similar hard skills like the Mahayana Finger. You practiced two Absolute Skills at the sa ti—each use must be quite unpleasant, right? Did you really think you could get out of Black Wind Village unscathed?"
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