544: 0545 Oil Exhausted, Lamp Burned Out (First Update) 544: 0545 Oil Exhausted, Lamp Burned Out (First Update) Thud!
Before Qian Zang could bring down his attack, he slowly lowered his head to look at his abdon, where Ye Qiu’s fist was firmly pressed against it.
Qian Zang could not afford to keep his grasp on Ye Qiu, his hand desperately clutching at the freely flowing blood from his abdon, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Ye Qiu’s strike had nearly destroyed his dantian.
Ah!
Qian Zang bellowed in agony, the punch had been too fierce, dissipating all of Qian Zang’s strength since he couldn’t draw on his dantian’s power at that mont.
Ye Qiu sat on the ground, counterattacking just in ti, narrowly escaping death; if he had been a step slower, it would have been his head that was blown open.
Fortunately, he had fooled Qian Zang by feigning weakness, leading the latter to believe that he had no strength left to counterattack.
Indeed, Ye Qiu’s True Qi was almost depleted, unable to summon the Flood Dragon Devil Fist and barely withstanding Qian Zang’s brutal onslaught.
However, at the critical mont, Ye Qiu used the last bit of his strength to unleash the Eagle Snake Xuan Hand, inflicting serious injuries on Qian Zang.
Seeing Qian Zang’s condition, Ye Qiu felt it was well worth it.
That man was now in the sa situation as himself; he could not mobilize his strength, and Ye Qiu, having exhausted his True Qi, currently lacked any powerful attacks.
Qian Zang was already severely injured; his back had been wounded by Ye Qiu’s Sword Qi and was still bleeding.
Now, without the pressure of power, the wound began to bleed profusely again.
Having lost an arm and taking a punch to the dantian, Qian Zang’s plight was indeed miserable.
No wonder Qian Zang was so enraged.
Since achieving the status of a legend, he had never before been as disheveled and disgraced as he was today.
“You cunning bastard, do you think you can handle just because I can’t use the power of a legendary realm?” Qian Zang turned around and stared at Ye Qiu like a wolf, wishing he could devour Ye Qiu’s flesh and skin him alive.
With only one arm, Qian Zang charged forward, and Ye Qiu’s eyes tightened; the man was planning to rely on his physical strength alone to deal with him.
Ye Qiu struggled to his feet, knowing that if he let this man run into him, he too would be seriously injured.
“Why don’t you run?” Determined to kill Ye Qiu and avenge his own sorry state, Qian Zang was intent on destroying Ye Qiu to vent the pent-up rage in his heart.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu didn’t run.
He picked up the Kusanagi Sword, its sharp tip aid straight towards Qian Zang.
A trace of wariness appeared in Qian Zang’s eyes.
After his previous oversight, he couldn’t be sure if Ye Qiu was still pretending to be weak.
If he charged forward again and Ye Qiu unleashed a Sword Qi, he would be in danger.
He must not be careless!
Having learned his lesson, Qian Zang halted his steps in ti and threw two tentative punches, left and right.
Ye Qiu parried with the Kusanagi Sword, causing both punches to miss.
Qian Zang watched Ye Qiu closely, his eyes glinting with a predatory look; he refrained from attacking any further, instead focusing on recovering his strength.
The recent escape had drained not only the power from his dantian but also his physical strength.
If he could recover a bit more, killing Ye Qiu would be even easier, and even if Ye Qiu wielded the Kusanagi Sword, his slow attack speed would still lead to his demise.
“Hmmph, I am a legendary martial artist; my recovery speed far exceeds yours.
Even if I can’t use the power of a legendary realm, just relying on the formidable body of the legendary realm, I can still kill you,” Qian Zang resolved in his heart and imdiately leapt to the side, rapidly recovering his strength.
Seeing Qian Zang suddenly stop attacking and instead move aside to cultivate, Ye Qiu understood that Qian Zang was planning to use the rapid recovery speed of the legendary realm to ultimately counter-kill him.
He couldn’t afford to give him ti!
After all, he was only at the level of True Qi, and when it cos to recovery, he could definitely not match Qian Zang.
If he allowed Qian Zang to amass enough strength, the one to die would certainly be Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu inched closer step by step, moving incredibly slowly.
The desperate chase had depleted both his body’s strength and True Qi; now, it was sheer willpower that kept him going.
He had now thoroughly offended Qian Zang, and the enemy was a legendary realm expert.
If he didn’t kill him, he would be at constant risk of retaliation from the legendary realm.
Although he wasn’t particularly worried about Qian Zang targeting him, Ye Qiu would inevitably be concerned if Qian Zang again exploited the people around him to attack him, thus preventing him from going all out.
Qian Zang must die, neither allowing him to kill Ye Qiu nor to escape from his sight.
In the forest, seldom trod by humans, not a single bird or beast could be seen at the mont.
Winter had not yet departed, and the cold wind rustling the tree branches added a chill to the air.
The snow accumulating on the branches, falling with the whistling of the wind.
Two figures, one in ditation to recover, despite his body looking wretched, was still desperately trying to heal.
The other figure kept approaching, carrying a sword.
Soon, Ye Qiu arrived in front of Qian Zang, who had only managed to recover for a few seconds, having gained very little strength.
He sneered, “You can’t kill !”
“Even if I can’t, I will!” Ye Qiu said with certainty.
“Even if you temporarily possess the power to rival , what is it to you now?
Both of us have lost our greatest strength, but my physical body far exceeds yours, even holding the Kusanagi Sword, you’re no match for .
I think we can negotiate; you can have the Kusanagi Sword, and we both retreat, never to et again, how about that?”
Ye Qiu’s gaze turned icy, and in an instant, he unleashed a sword strike, “Trying to stall for ti to regain your strength against ?
Too bad, I’ve seen through your plan.”
The sword light was cold as ten winters, with the drifting snow.
At this mont, the light of the crescent moon in the sky enveloped the two figures, yet the light from Ye Qiu’s sword was even more pristine than the moonlight.
Though lacking Sword Qi, there was Sword Intent.
“You dare!” Qian Zang bellowed in rage, having thought that Ye Qiu would fall for his deceit, thus buying him ti to recover.
With just half an hour, he was confident that his regained strength would be enough to kill Ye Qiu.
Ye Qiu didn’t reply; to say even a word was a waste of energy.
He focused all his concentration on his sword, intending to disrupt Qian Zang’s recovery even if this strike could not harm him.
Qian Zang rose to his feet, narrowly avoiding Ye Qiu’s strike.
“You madman, just wait until I regain so of my strength, and I will surely slay you!” Qian Zang didn’t have Ye Qiu’s determination to fight to the death.
He ran forward, trying to put so distance between himself and Ye Qiu, to continue recovering strength.
Ye Qiu pursued with his sword, and although his steps weren’t fast, he still clenched his teeth, his body feeling as heavy as if lead-filled, nevertheless, he followed.
After miles of pursuit, the two began a drawn-out tug-of-war.
Qian Zang would run a distance and then recover for a while, but like a relentless pursuer, Ye Qiu always caught up just as Qian Zang regained a bit of strength, forcing him to use that bit of renewed energy to move forward again.
The chase went on for over ten more miles.
Eventually, Qian Zang cursed in his heart, wondering how such a young martial artist could have such incredible perseverance.
Has he not exhausted his strength yet?
Swish!
Another sword swing ca, and Qian Zang stopped running forward because his wounds were becoming too severe.
Letting Ye Qiu continue the chase would lead to him bleeding out.
Wounds to his back and arm had greatly diminished Qian Zang’s True Qi, and at this point, his condition was no different from Ye Qiu’s, with both of them out of strength.
“Since you’re hell-bent on dying, I will grant you that!” Qian Zang threw a punch.
If the battle had reached such a state of utter depletion, then let there be a clear outco.
The victor lives, the vanquished dies!
Their gazes locked as they both charged forward.
“Kill!”
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