Generally speaking, all attacks have techniques to follow. Breaking techniques with techniques is a common practice for all Martial Arts practitioners.
But when Zhu Jin made his move, there were no techniques.
Or rather, his techniques were not techniques, but countless needles!
Covering the sky and flying all over.
Instantly filled the entire corridor.
Watching the dense flying needles, Ling Chen’s pupils suddenly constricted, and he involuntarily stepped back. However, when he thought about retreating, he rembered Nanrong Wanqing behind him.
If he gave way, those flying needles would surely hit Nanrong Wanqing.
At this mont, Nanrong Wanqing’s legs were injured, rendering her unable to move, so he had to consider her safety.
Thinking this, Ling Chen clenched his teeth, took a big step forward, and his Inner Strength burst forth.
In a split second, the flying needles t an invisible wall, their speed instantly slowed. Seizing this opportunity, Ling Chen reached for his waist, quickly drew out his dagger, and blocked all the flying needles in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Jin’s face involuntarily changed.
Inner Strength released externally!
He almost forgot, Ling Chen’s realm had already reached the level of releasing Inner Strength externally. However, his own realm had also reached the level of releasing Inner Strength, but controlling it precisely like Ling Chen was not sothing everyone could do. Even he could not easily do it.
As the flying needles were deflected, Ling Chen didn’t hesitate for a mont, lightly tapped his toes, and took the initiative to attack.
Seeing Ling Chen charging at him, Zhu Jin flipped his palm up, and five flying needles instantly lodged between his fingertips. Then, with a flick of his wrist, at high speed, the five flying needles shot out instantly, heading straight for Ling Chen’s face.
As the flying needles approached, Ling Chen still maintained a straight line, showing no intent to change direction. Suddenly, in the midst of his charge, Ling Chen paused his step, twisted his waist, and made a 360-degree spin.
With his movent, the five flying needles imdiately flew past beside him. Not waiting for Zhu Jin to make another move, Ling Chen flipped his wrist, tightly gripping the dagger in his hand, and violently threw it out.
At this mont, the distance between the two was less than three ters. With the force added, the speed of the dagger was like a flash of lightning, bringing a burst of piercing sound, heading straight for Zhu Jin’s forehead.
Hmph!
Zhu Jin sneered, lightly shifted his feet, and agilely dodged the dagger’s attack.
However, as he dodged, Ling Chen seized the opportunity, quickly closing in. In just one step, Ling Chen had already pressed Zhu Jin within half a ter.
Clasping his fist tightly, Ling Chen shouted loudly, with a punch fast as wind, carrying a whistling Qi Force, fiercely bombarding Zhu Jin.
Due to the close distance, Zhu Jin had no ti to dodge and had to endure it directly. Instantly, he raised one palm, his Inner Strength gathered and clashed towards Ling Chen’s steel fist.
At the mont of contact between fist and palm, an abrupt ’bang’ sound erupted, Inner Strength burst forth, and their bodies, like two colliding balloons, imdiately retreated.
Watching the clash between the two, Yi Shuiyan’s face suddenly changed.
He was shocked to discover that his Master had actually been forced back four steps, whereas Ling Chen only three, imdiately revealing the gap between them.
Zhu Jin incredulously looked at Ling Chen, not hiding the shock in his eyes. His own strength was enough to rank in the top three of the Dragon List, and Ling Chen was so young yet able to surpass him.
Back then, during the Heavenly chanism Great Ceremony, Ling Chen’s strength had just entered the fifth rank of the Dragon List; in such a short ti, his progress was unimaginably vast.
At this mont, he finally understood why Yi Shuiyan dared not make a move lightly.
Now, Yi Shuiyan indeed was no match for Ling Chen!
"Shuiyan."
Hearing the Master’s call, Yi Shuiyan quickly walked to Zhu Jin’s side and asked, "Master, what are your orders?"
Zhu Jin glanced at him and said nothing, but the coldness in his eyes conveyed everything.
Before Yi Shuiyan could say anything else, suddenly, Zhu Jin pointed his toes and leaned slightly forward, his legs moving continuously, gliding over the ground like a dragonfly skimming the water, heading straight for Ling Chen.
Just as Zhu Jin made his move, the previously motionless Yi Shuiyan suddenly drew his steel knife, its blade sharp and fierce, heading straight for Nanrong Wanqing behind Ling Chen.
Seeing Zhu Jin and Yi Shuiyan approaching from different directions, Ling Chen furrowed his brows. His sharp gaze wandered back and forth between the two, his expression hesitating, unsure whom to defend against.
Guarding against Zhu Jin ant he could not protect Nanrong Wanqing. If he blocked Yi Shuiyan, he would definitely be attacked by Zhu Jin.
For a mont, Ling Chen found himself in a dilemma.
Zhu Jin!
Yi Shuiyan!
He could only choose one.
In a flash of thought, Ling Chen pivoted on his feet, turned, and ran towards Nanrong Wanqing, pulling her up from the ground and carrying her on his back. This way, Yi Shuiyan and Zhu Jin could only target him alone.
However, carrying Nanrong Wanqing made Ling Chen’s movents very inconvenient.
As the blade ca slashing, Ling Chen moved his legs back and slightly leaned back, narrowly dodging Yi Shuiyan’s assault.
But the danger was far from over.
As Yi Shuiyan withdrew his blade, Zhu Jin seized the opportunity to close the distance, one palm facing up, the other holding more than ten flying needles, attacking consecutively, giving Ling Chen no chance to catch his breath.
With the flesh palm approaching, Ling Chen didn’t even think, and threw a punch, deflecting Zhu Jin’s attack. But the real trouble was Zhu Jin’s subsequent move.
Seeing the flying needles about to be released, Ling Chen’s eyes suddenly turned cold. Following that, he made a move that surprised everyone.
Instead of waiting for the flying needles, Ling Chen threw Nanrong Wanqing up high with both hands. Then, he slid his feet and moved sideways to close distance with Zhu Jin, his fists like dragons erging from the sea, fierce and powerful, aid directly at Zhu Jin’s vital points.
At this range, even if Zhu Jin released the needles, he couldn’t avoid Ling Chen’s attack. It would at most result in mutual destruction.
At this mont, Ling Chen had to gamble.
As expected, Zhu Jin, concerned for his own safety, did not dare to fight Ling Chen directly. He quickly retreated, dodging Ling Chen’s punches, moving out of his attack range.
Seeing this, Ling Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly caught the falling Nanrong Wanqing in his arms.
"Attack together!"
Seeing that the combined attack of the two did not threaten Ling Chen, Zhu Jin’s face turned incredibly ugly, his eyes blazing with anger.
At this mont, he no longer cared about the rules of the Martial Arts world. As long as he could kill Ling Chen, nothing else mattered.
As Zhu Jin’s words fell, several observing Dangyang Sect disciples stepped forward, lined up, and joined the battle.
Ling Chen furrowed his brows, his gaze slightly lifting and sweeping towards the surveillance cara in the corner.
"Attack!"
Accompanied by a light shout, Zhu Jin and the others did not hesitate and imdiately launched an attack.
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