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Xuanming, if I don't make a move soon, he might just die, Xiazhi shouted amidst the siege of numerous beasts. Gu Ping was taken aback, realizing that she had somehow noticed him.
That woman, Gu Ping mused. In his mind, Xiazhi had become synonymous with danger. He couldn't deny that he needed to step in and help her resolve this crisis. Since he was here, he couldn't just stand by and watch Xiazhi face peril right before his eyes. Although he believed that Xiazhi must have some hidden trump card, it seemed that this time she was truly in trouble.
With a swift motion, he charged forward, closely followed by another figure. One dove into the fray of the beast siege while the other sought out the Robe-Wearing Monk.
Seeing Xiazhi in need of assistance, the Robe-Wearing Monk's expression twisted beneath his hood, a sight even Gu Ping could discern. The monk's mouth was wide open, yet no sound escaped. Gu Ping's heart raced; it appeared as though the Robe-Wearing Monk had no tongue.
Gu Ping was momentarily stunned. How could it be? He knew that cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage possessed some degree of self-repair ability. Even at the Transcendence Stage, they could regenerate limbs almost instantaneously. Yet here was the Robe-Wearing Monk with a gaping mouth devoid of a tongue.
Despite his confusion, Gu Ping wasted no time. Radiant Flame engulfed him in an instant as he chose to elevate his cultivation using secret techniques. After all, the Robe-Wearing Monk was a genuine powerhouse at the Transcendence Stage. He wouldn't rely on luck like he did during their last encounter with Extermination. Gu Ping's strength had significantly increased since then, and given that the Robe-Wearing Monk appeared severely weakened, he felt confident enough to confront this Transcendence Stage cultivator.
Both fighters opted for close combat—a style Gu Ping preferred and one that most other cultivators typically avoided. As cultivation levels rose, attack ranges tended to extend; from the Foundation Establishment Stage's artifact manipulation to the Golden Core Stage's iconic flight techniques, close combat became less common while ranged spells gained prominence. Thus, only a select few cultivators who had honed their skills on the battlefield or body cultivators excelled in melee.
Close combat was incredibly dangerous; one misstep could lead to mutual destruction or death from a sneak attack. Therefore, few cultivators chose this path. However, the monk before Gu Ping clearly exceeded his expectations.
Both warriors engaged in close quarters, expecting one another to cast spells instead of relying solely on fists and feet. They exchanged blows without any chance to catch their breath. As they fought harder, both began to feel increasingly alarmed; the Robe-Wearing Monk hadn't anticipated Gu Ping's formidable physical prowess allowing him to counterattack without being affected.
This was Gu Ping's first encounter with someone so skilled in melee combat—his style wasn't like that of street brawlers but rather resembled a practiced martial art form. This revelation caught Gu Ping off guard.
As they continued to exchange blows, both began chanting spells simultaneously. However, at that moment when their spells were completed, they both experienced a brief moment of hesitation as they instinctively chose Spiritual Feedback for their spellcasting—resulting in both missing their targets entirely.
Gu Ping chuckled; it was his first time encountering an opponent so evenly matched. Even against previous foes like Shattered Seal Spirit, none possessed such keen battle intelligence as this Robe-Wearing Monk did. They traded blows back and forth, constantly shifting techniques—often changing moves before completing their current ones—as if they could predict each other's actions in advance. Due to their rapid exchanges, their power remained constrained within the limits of Golden Core Stage attacks, making it challenging for Gu Ping to keep up.
The standoff couldn't last forever; Gu Ping clearly saw the cunning smile emerging on the monk's face hidden beneath his hooded cloak.
No, Gu Ping finally understood why the Robe-Wearing Monk was laughing. It was because Xiazhi's magical artifact had reached its limit in suppressing him. The overwhelming aura of the Transcendent Practitioner made Gu Ping feel as if he were suffocating; even breathing became incredibly difficult. Perhaps Gu Ping was already numb to Extermination's presence, as Extermination was a pure Killing Leg who could completely conceal his own aura.
Taking advantage of the moment when the Robe-Wearing Monk had not fully recovered, Gu Ping launched a powerful counterattack. He was struck by Mistake's attack and flew backward, crashing into several large trees before finally coming to a stop.
Just as the Robe-Wearing Monk intended to pursue his advantage, he discovered that Gu Ping, who should have fallen to the ground, had vanished without a trace. How could this be? The Robe-Wearing Monk found it hard to believe what he was seeing. He had clearly knocked Gu Ping down; how could he disappear in the blink of an eye?
Moreover, his Divine Sense could not detect that person's presence at all. The earlier counterattack had already astonished the Robe-Wearing Monk. Clearly, Gu Ping was just a Golden Core Stage cultivator, yet he managed to cross an entire major realm and engage with someone at the Peak of Nascent Soul like himself without any sign of weakness. If he regained his strength, even Deer Dies Under Whose Legs might not stand a chance.
Now, to have vanished right under his nose—was that something a Golden Core Cultivator could do? Was that guy truly alone? Or perhaps he was simply a Transformed Beast hiding his true power or possessed some kind of innate Divine Ability? The Robe-Wearing Monk cautiously observed his surroundings, determined not to give that dangerous enemy any opportunity to strike.
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