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Although Shi Zijian was far from reaching that state, facing Su Changkong of Divine Bravery Stage did not put him under such immense pressure, but the gap in their realms truly existed and unavoidably affected Su Changkong!

Before him now was the Black Lotus Sect’s Branch Leader Liu Bairen, an enemy stronger than Shi Zijian, the strongest martial artist Su Changkong had encountered thus far, surpassing him in both realm and cultivation. This was Su Changkong’s greatest challenge; a single misstep, and he would fall here today, shrouded in defeat.

“Kill!”

Enshrouded by a Qi-Blood Veil, Liu Bairen’s not particularly tall stature suddenly seemed to tower as if ten feet tall, exuding an immense oppressive presence. With a low shout, the longsword in his hand swiped through the air towards Su Changkong as if it were a willow yielding to the wind, its tip vibrating with a chain of hissing whistles!

“Whoosh!”

Facing this Qi-Blood Realm martial artist, Su Changkong couldn’t afford a moment of negligence. He took a deep breath, his chest slightly swelling, and the Turtle Breathing True Qi inside his body flowed to its limits, generating a sound like running water.

Su Changkong gripped his sword with both hands, his Iron-Cutting Sword barbarous and brusque as he executed a Horizontal Chop!

“Clang!!”

In the clear clashing sound, fallen leaves on the ground were picked up by the strong wind, soaring several feet before being torn apart. The immense force within that sword’s blade forced Su Changkong to stagger backward.

Even though Liu Bairen wielded a slender longsword, seemingly at a disadvantage against Su Changkong’s heavy, broad Iron-Cutting Sword, his profound cultivation and realm allowed him to overpower the weaker!

“We two will flank him, preventing his escape!”

The other two Black Lotus Sect experts, upon seeing this, felt a surge of excitement, their lips curling into a malicious smile, knowing that Su Changkong stood no chance against Liu Bairen. The only concern was to prevent his escape, and with them ready to pounce, Su Changkong had no hope left today.

“Clang clang clang!”

In the arena, Su Changkong and Liu Bairen exchanged a flurry of blows. Liu Bairen’s swordsmanship was a blend of soft and hard, like a gentle breeze caressing willows, changing unpredictably, while Su Changkong’s Blade Technique was straightforward and broad, simplicity taken to the extreme, appearing for the moment not to be at a disadvantage.

However, anyone could see that Su Changkong was completely on the defensive. Holding the sword in both hands, he was suppressed by Liu Bairen wielding a sword in one hand. Liu Bairen with the Qi-Blood Veil swirling around him, each casual sword strike was shockingly powerful, forcing Su Changkong to muster all his inner strength and breath to defend!

“This young man named Wen Tai? His blade technique lacks intricate variations, but he has perfected the art of speed, accuracy, and viciousness. Quick Blade Cuts Chaos, did he create this technique himself? Such talent, if recruited by the Black Lotus Sect, would surely surpass even me in the future.”

Liu Bairen seemed completely at ease as he also noticed that Su Changkong’s blade technique was not intricate or variable, but it possessed a simple, brute beauty, clearly revealing that his talent was one in a million!

“What a pity… to have slain so many disciples of the Black Lotus Sect, your only fate is to be cut a thousand times over!”

Liu Bairen’s expression turned chilling as he thrust his sword even faster and fiercer, each strike carrying the tremendous force of Qi and Blood, alarmingly weighty.

“Clang clang clang!”

Struggling to parry, the webbing of Su Changkong’s hands split, his arms numb, he was almost unable to hold onto the Iron-Cutting Sword.

This was absolute suppression! In both cultivation and realm, Liu Bairen was above him! With two other Divine Bravery Stage martial artists looming nearby, there was no chance of escape!

“The only way is to kill this Liu Bairen… for this, even if it means paying a price, it is necessary!” Su Changkong’s forehead beaded with sweat as a sign of both physical and internal energy depletion, but his mind grew only calmer, knowing he had to place himself in a situation of life or death to survive.

“Clang!”

After another collision, Su Changkong’s palms burst open, barely holding onto the Iron-Cutting Sword as it flew out of his grip, leaving him wide open.

And Liu Bairen, the Qi-Blood Realm martial artist, wouldn’t miss this opportunity. His longsword, like the viper’s flicking tongue, shot straight for Su Changkong!