Victory is certain; as long as this strike lands, this old man will unquestionably die. Xiaofan has poured all his Power into it this ti, and even if your Inner Strength is formidable, you cannot withstand this blow when all defenses fail.
'Whish…'
Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere and raised a hand to intercept Xiaofan's final strike.
"Ugh…"
Just upon contact, the fellow who rushed over imdiately spat out a mouthful of blood, seeming unable to hold on any longer.
'Whish, whish, whish…'
Several more figures appeared behind, forming a row, their hands supporting the companion at the front.
'Puh…'
'Puh…'
'Puh…'
The three who followed sustained injuries and coughed blood in succession.
Everyone present was stunned; this young man had single-handedly severely injured the five top masters within the base. What manner of extraordinary being is he?
'Whish…'
After the ninth strike was absorbed by four companions, the old man seized the chance to catch his breath, swiftly maneuvered around his allies, leapt into the air, and aid a strike at Xiaofan's skull.
Though regretting not being able to finish him off in one blow—this opportunity may not co again—Xiaofan had no ti to think about other matters. With force, he shook off the four n ahead, suddenly fell backward and propped himself with his hands, then abruptly kicked upwards with both legs…
What kind of technique is this? Such a move couldn't possibly be found in any Martial Arts Manual; only practical combat experience can produce such an incredible maneuver.
'Bang…'
The elder's sneak attack was once again effectively blocked by Xiaofan. Utilizing the opponent's montum, Xiaofan lightly pushed himself up, perford a backflip, and his feet landed firmly on the ground.
As his feet settled, the elder's first attack was already upon him.
Obviously, having underestimated Xiaofan earlier and being thoroughly countered, the elder was furious, increasingly eager to deal with this young man.
Facing the opponent head-on, Xiaofan quickly retreated.
The soles scraping against the floor sent out a rustling sound, and the elder's steps closely pursued. If Xiaofan's movents slowed even a bit, the elder would seize the opportunity to launch another attack.
Three n behind were waiting to strike; seeing Xiaofan's undefended back, they exchanged glances and imdiately charged forward.
However, as they took a step forward, Xiaofan's keen hearing had already detected the movents behind, and with a wave of his hand, three toothpicks swiftly appeared. He imdiately turned and flung them at the charging trio.
'Whish. Whish, whish'
The trio's rushing forms suddenly halted, their heads jerked back, and they exchanged a disbelief-laden glance. They were just about to approach and were instantly struck down—how could this happen?
The three slowly fell, having aid to ambush but found themselves swiftly eliminated—whom could they share their remorse?
In the mont Xiaofan turned around, the elder seized the chance to strike. Raising his hand, he aid straightforwardly at Xiaofan's back.
This strike bore no embellishnt, nor did it employ excessive force; his goal was to injure Ye Xiaofan and make subsequent dealing easier.
'Swallow's Counterattack.'
Whoosh…
Just as the strike was set to land solidly on the back, Ye Xiaofan suddenly leaped into the air.
His toes kicked fiercely in the air, his body spun 180 degrees, and after turning, he swooped down for a fierce strike at the elder's completely exposed center…
'Bang…'
The suddenness of Xiaofan's maneuver was surprising, but the elder was no third-rate assassin, having suffered once, he imdiately prepared himself when Xiaofan's form vanished.
Thus, under Swallow's Counterattack, he resolutely blocked the strike.
However, precisely because of Swallow's Counterattack, Xiaofan was granted an opportunity to counterattack.
Despite missing his strike, Xiaofan didn't pause, he bent down, planted a hand on the ground, and stepped forward with his left foot in a big stride, twisting his body 180 degrees, sending his right foot airborne. A brisk spin kick sliced through the air, aid directly at the elder's right cheek.
This move ca with speed no less than Swallow's Counterattack.
The elder had just deflected one heavy blow, and before he could withdraw his hands, a gust of wind ca from his right.
'Bang…'
Although the elder managed to block this with both hands, ti was tight, and under imnse pressure, his hands stuck to his face, his body with followed by flying leftward.
From initial amazent to current trepidation, a fear gripped the elder suddenly; he realized that as long as this boy had room to breathe, he would unleash chaotic, illogical attacks—defending against them becos impossible.
'Rip…' In mid-air, he did a twist and regained his footing, now bearing a stark contrast to his initial dignified appearance; the elder's face was bruised purple, blood seeped from his mouth, hair in disarray, utterly disheveled.
'Whish, whish…'
Just as his footing steadied, Xiaofan's toothpicks arrived. The elder hurriedly dodged but instantly sensed sothing awry.
He's here…
Indeed, Xiaofan intentionally altered the toothpicks slightly right, forcing the elder to move left to dodge. Ghost Shadow Step only needed re fractions of a second to bring Xiaofan within striking range again.
'Bang… bang… bang, bang, bang, bang, bang…'
What on earth happened? Xiaofan's fists were like bullets, rapidly striking the elder while he retreated step by step, utterly unable to counter.
The so-called experts nearby noticed sothing was amiss, they imdiately charged to assist. However, each rely needed to step forward slightly, and toothpicks would instantly shoot toward them. Yet, the young man nad Ye Xiaofan fixated his gaze firmly on the elder, ignoring them entirely.
"Young man, you're too arrogant."
Finally, after a brief recovery from Xiaofan's earlier blood-spitting shock, four old fellows joined the fray again.
These four wield power akin to those Xiaofan encountered saving Zuimo by the roadside, all figures from the base's elder generation.
Now they're joined by a terrifying figure, posing quite a challenge for Xiaofan.
'Bang…'
Indeed, within ten moves, Xiaofan was struck by the elder's blow. But after this, Xiaofan endured, steadied himself, clenched his teeth, and rushed forward anew.
Cannot die, absolutely cannot die here.
Zuimo still awaits rescue, if he perishes, how could he ever save his beloved…
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