With a snap of Su Yue’s fingers, a sudden surge of powerful speed amplification appeared on ng Yang’s body.
Yes!
ng Yang’s speed was amplified by Su Yue.
Completely caught off guard.
This feeling was like soone running with all their strength, and suddenly, soone kicked you from behind.
Your speed increased significantly, but at the sa ti, you lost balance for a mont.
Indeed, ng Yang was montarily flustered.
Bang!
The next mont, a rope suddenly tripped up ng Yang, causing him to fall forward in a humiliating manner.
Everything happened so fast it was impossible to respond.
When ng Yang realized there was a rope underfoot, Su Yue had already forcibly amplified his speed tactic, making it a luxury to try and stop.
"With speed amplification, I make you lose your speed judgnt.
"Then I quietly set a tripwire with the All-Cord Return to make you lose balance and fall.
"No one can defend against it."
Su Yue licked his dry lips.
The plan went smoothly.
Of course.
Su Yue didn’t expect ng Yang to fall to the ground, after all, he was at the peak of the fourth rank.
In mid-air, he could adjust his body back.
Of course, you’re still in a helpless state, and you have to adjust your fallen posture, your mind can’t even think of defense.
You are rely at the peak of the fourth rank.
To a third rank, you’re strong, but you’re not an Immortal.
This second, ng Yang was almost in a completely open stance, even a second rank Martial Artist could strike him with techniques.
Slash!
The blade arc sliced through the space.
Su Yue repeated his trick, once again swinging his blade fiercely at the dark wound on ng Yang’s left waist.
Precise.
Decisive.
And also ruthless.
ng Yang’s dark wound wasn’t hard to inquire about; Su Yue had studied it long ago.
Of course.
ng Yang’s defensive gap lasted only a second.
Su Yue’s speed was only enough for one slash.
After one slash, Su Yue quickly distanced himself from ng Yang, and when ng Yang’s body hit the ground, his left waist was already bleeding a crimson red.
He gritted his teeth.
Damn.
He’s like a sly little fox.
Tripping with a rope underfoot, and suddenly amplifying his speed, making him lose control of his body.
This entire setup was just to let him relax his defense for one second.
Damn.
His wound was torn open, adding pain to pain.
"Sorry for exploiting your weakness."
Su Yue was panting heavily.
He was drenched, pale-faced, as if he had been washed by water.
Anyone could see that Su Yue was already at the end of his rope.
"No... You are strong, I should apologize, I underestimated you.
"With my next punch, I’ll send you flying."
ng Yang’s face was gloomy.
With the dark wound torn open, his combat power was reduced by 40%.
He still had to deal with Mu Cheng later, he couldn’t be careless anymore.
"Co on, Lightning Fist again, I’ll keep blocking."
Su Yue crossed his arms.
He was still holding on.
"Fine, I’ll use Thunder Fist again to make you lose with conviction.
"Withstanding three and a half punches, you’re the number one in the third rank."
Though angry, ng Yang was thoroughly prepared this ti, not daring to be careless.
This little guy, very cunning.
Crackle.
The Thunder Fist continued to blast towards Su Yue.
Rumble!
Rumble!
As the Thunder Fist struck Su Yue’s arms, he was in such pain he could nearly suffocate.
His legs bent, and the ground beneath his feet continuously crumbled.
Simultaneously, terrifying waves of air spread circle after circle, the fierce winds rubbing against the void making wailing noises, terribly frightening.
"Get down!"
ng Yang’s fist was in a deadlock with Su Yue.
As long as he continued exerting force, he could send Su Yue falling.
He could feel Su Yue was about to collapse.
Yet.
ng Yang didn’t notice, the vacuum cleaner long ignored by people had its dustbin opened at so point.
Inside were a swarm of insects, a group of insects stunned by Su Yue.
Su Yue collected the insects in the dustbin but didn’t kill them, and there was a tal filter in the dustbin allowing them to breathe, they were healthy.
After stunning the insects, he could finally use... Mother Insect Technique.
"I’ll step down, but unfortunately... it won’t be now."
Su Yue was already in a collapsed state.
But he showed ng Yang a sinister smile, like a gambler’s final all-in round, winning all the chips in the house.
ng Yang instinctively sensed a threat.
But Su Yue’s feet were embedded in the floor, and his arms suppressed by ng Yang.
With Qi Blood exhausted and severely injured.
Even an Immortal couldn’t pull off any tricks.
Alas.
ng Yang was still too young.
He was unaware of Su Yue’s tricks.
The insects gathered into a mother insect, under Su Yue’s control, it unleashed an unprecedented terrifying impact, crashing against ng Yang’s left waist once more.
Frantic, suicidal impact.
Ah!
ng Yang let out a scream, aching to the point of nearly fainting.
Mother Insect Technique, it’s a both-destructive impact, more brutal than any pure cut.
This strike rendered ng Yang’s dark wound bloody and mangled.
He quickly used Qi Blood to suppress the wound, barely having any attention on Su Yue.
After three seconds, ng Yang finally suppressed the wound.
But he was in bad shape.
Due to suppressing the wound, half of his Qi Blood was immobile, now it was like losing an arm.
"You..."
ng Yang gritted his teeth, genuinely at a loss for words.
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