The final battle.
The last battle.
All the planning for such a long ti was for this mont.
Putting aside all worries, Xiaofan fought more and more fiercely.
The ti left is probably not even ten minutes, but Xiaofan felt no fear at all.
Because Xiaofan was no longer bound by anything, the only concern was Leng Yue.
And Leng Yue had shown her determination through her actions, although Xiaofan owed her. But now, there was no choice.
'Bang.'
'Bang.'
'Bang.'
Under the intense confrontation, all three adjusted their senses to the most sensitive mont.
The opponents had no solution for Xiaofan, and Xiaofan was in the sa position.
As ti passed, Muto's attacks beca increasingly strong, each one seeming to want to scatter the little Inner Strength within Xiaofan.
However, Muto did not know that Xiaofan managed to persist not only because of the thirty-plus years of Power Ren Zhongtian had left on Xiaofan but also because most of Ren Ling's own Power had been transferred into Xiaofan.
The combination of the two, rging with each other, repairing the ridians, allowed Xiaofan not to feel weakened in reserves during the final charge, and the Inner Strength stored in those expanded ridians enabled Xiaofan to withstand such heavy combat.
But no matter how strong, Xiaofan was still just one person; however ample, the Inner Strength would run out without rest and recovery.
At this mont, Xiaofan could stand invincible with Self Domain, but what if the Inner Strength was truly exhausted?
'Bang.'
"Captain..."
Finally, under the dense offensive, Xiaofan indeed could not withstand Muto's forceful attacks and was heavily sent flying.
Before Xiaofan could regain footing, Muto's attack ca again before him.
No dagger, no toothpick, having to engage in hand-to-hand combat was indeed very passive for Xiaofan.
"Run, the more you struggle, the more thoroughly I will make you die."
Seeing his strength advantage, Muto offensively charged without rcy.
Because Xiaofan had not yet steadied, Muto's attack ca before him.
This ti, with Leng Yue watching from afar, wanting to rush in again was already impossible.
'Swish.'
'Bang.'
Xiaofan used the Continuous Palm Technique to block this move, yet just like before, was struck several ters away.
However, this ti being prepared, the arms weren't broken again.
Forcing himself upright, Xiaofan swiftly moved, rushing towards Muto with lightning-fast Body Technique.
What's going on? At this mont, Xiaofan was still charging forward?
"Hahaha, kid, have you made up your mind to die? Alright, I'll send you off... What...?"
Under Muto's mocking laughter, he suddenly realized that his right hand, which had just struck Xiaofan, wasn't following his command.
On a closer look, he was stunned to discover that two silver needles had unknowingly pierced into his wrist and hand joint.
Yes, Cold Ice Willow Silk Needle.
A set of needles specially given to Xiaofan by Ye Aotian.
Grandpa had once told him that these silver needles were for saving lives, not for taking them. Xiaofan always rembered his grandfather's words, but when his life was in danger, he couldn't afford to hold back.
Blocking acupoints with silver needles, one of Xiaofan's specialties. Coupled with the Cold Ice Willow Silk Needle being not truly made of silver, as fine as a hair, precisely piercing the acupoints, Muto didn't feel a thing.
This set of needles could completely pass airport security, so no matter where Xiaofan went, he'd always carry it with him.
Sorry, Grandpa, for using your cherished needles on such a vile person, it truly goes against your teachings.
"Nine Sobbing Palms..."
"Nani?"
With his right hand sealed and no ti to pull out the needles, Xiaofan's figure already appeared before him. How could Xiaofan miss such an opportune mont?
"Godslayer..."
'Bang.'
Amidst the chaos, Muto had no choice but to block with his left hand the first palm of Xiaofan's Nine Sobbing Palms.
'Slaying Immortals...'
'Bang.'
'Demon Extermination...'
'Ugh.'
With his left hand numb, Muto's chest tightened, spitting a mouthful of blood.
"Junior brother..."
"Coming."
Muto deeply understood the terror of the Nine Sobbing Palms, last ti he almost suffered a great loss to this move, now, only his junior brother could co to rescue him.
'Ghostly Shock.'
Just as Xiaofan prepared to unleash the fourth palm, Muto's junior brother had already ambushed from the side.
Within the Self Domain, Xiaofan, of course, sensed it imdiately.
Although very unwilling, had he been able to complete all nine palms, Muto would surely perish. But Muto's junior brother wouldn't give him the chance to complete all nine palms. Thus, he could only target him first.
'Bang'
The charged fourth palm Ghostly Shock solidly hit Muto's junior brother.
'Pfft.'
Upon contact, the old man spat a mouthful of blood. This was not sothing he could withstand easily.
"Call the Wind and Summon the Rain."
"Earth-shaking, Turn the World Upside Down..."
"Celestial Thunder Nine Tribulations."
By the eighth palm, Muto's junior brother had completely lost the ability to flee, seeing only a slim chance of survival.
He looked towards Muto, thinking his senior brother would rescue him at the crucial mont, but he was mistaken.
Everyone feared death, even Muto didn't wish to die under Ye Xiaofan's Sobbing Palm Technique.
So, he didn't want to stick out, fortunately, his junior brother took the last few palms, otherwise, he might have already been killed by Ye Xiaofan.
"Heaven and Earth Creation..."
As Xiaofan's ninth palm struck the old man's head, he disbelievingly looked at Muto, did he really not co to save him?
Collapsing to the ground, blood flowing from the seven orifices, the view before him gradually darkened. Three junior brothers, fellow disciples for decades, died on the sa day. Muto, won't you die today too, to keep us company?
Watching the fallen old man, Xiaofan felt a wave of dizziness, kneeling with one knee on the ground.
Nine Sobbing Palms, nine palms in succession, under the propulsion of Inner Strength, each palm connected, each fitting together. Once launched, there was no turning back.
If not for this old man's interference, Xiaofan wouldn't have shifted focus while dealing with Muto.
Consider it worthy of his death, the last few palms saved Muto's life.
Glancing at Muto, Xiaofan stood back up.
This was the final battle, fighting to the end, leaving only Muto alone.
And Muto took the opportunity to pull out the needles Xiaofan had pierced into his arm, waiting for the blood to circulate slowly, regaining strength.
"You, actually still have Inner Strength to urge the Nine Sobbing Palms..." Muto uttered a phrase, looking at Xiaofan, slightly shocked.
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