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The surging Pulse Energy exploded outward, sending shockwaves that swept in all directions like a tidal wave!
Red and white lights intertwined, creating ripples in the air that spread out like water patterns, dissipating into the atmosphere.
With a crash, countless branches and leaves were sent flying. Da Biao and Qin Qin were also knocked over by the overwhelming force, lying on the ground for a long time before they could finally get up.
In the center where Lu Fei Fan and Lian Qingzong clashed, an area of nearly ten meters was reduced to desolation by the explosive energy of their confrontation. Not a single blade of grass remained; even the century-old trees were left with only bare stumps, resembling dead wood.
Jiang Lao and the Madman had stopped, exchanging glances before turning their attention to the battlefield. They were eager to discover who had emerged victorious from this duel.
In the central pit, Lian Qingzong was buried in the dry, solid earth, surrounded by debris as if he were in a deep slumber. The Pulse Energy that had previously extinguished around him surged back to life the moment he opened his eyes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless hard clods of earth were blasted into the air as he sprang up from the ground. Bending down, he grabbed at the soil, sending dirt flying everywhere. The Fire Cloud Broad Sword was seized with a thunderous roar; with a light sweep, the falling clods were reduced to powder by his overwhelming Pulse Energy.
His gaze shifted upward and then landed on a distant large tree. Before him lay a long trench, as if carved out, stretching about ten meters long. At its end, Lu Fei Fan was embedded in the trunk of that towering tree, appearing to be in a deep sleep.
Lian Qingzong shook off the dirt and debris from his body and lifted his Greatsword to move forward, but the Madman blocked his path with his Combat Knife.
"I almost forgot about you," Lian Qingzong said, eyeing the Madman with disdain.
"Young Master!" Jiang Lao quickly appeared beside Lian Qingzong, sword drawn as he faced this Madman. The opponent's strength was on par with his own, but if Lian Qingzong decided to strike, it would likely mean certain death for this Madman.
"You’re not too bad yourself," Lian Qingzong suddenly complimented him, appearing quite pleased.
Jiang Lao could hardly believe it. Was he hearing things? Did his Young Master just praise this Fellow?
"Talkative much!" The Madman scoffed as he swung his Combat Knife, its shadow transforming into a gray-black Poison Dragon that swept through the air with a clang!
Lian Qingzong raised his Fire Cloud Broad Sword to block it, sparks flying as their weapons collided.
"Use your strongest strike!" Lian Qingzong coldly glared at the madman.
The madman did not respond. Instead, he pulled back his Combat Knife, and in a swift turn, layers of Pulse Energy erupted around him, reaching their peak. The Combat Knife descended with the force of thunder, transforming into an invisible yet terrifying Blade that plunged straight towards Lian Qingzong.
This was a relentless strike, a blow that could instill fear in gods and demons alike, the most powerful strike he had ever unleashed.
It felt as though the very ground was struck by this dark gray energy, infused with deep sorrow, loneliness, and desolation. This was the culmination of the madman's years of solitary pursuit, and it was his strongest move to date. In his previous confrontation with Lian Qingzong, he had realized that Lian Qingzong's strength far surpassed his own.
The other party had unreservedly urged him to unleash his strongest strike; thus, he could no longer hold back and poured all his Pulse Energy into this attack.
"Good!" Lian Qingzong clearly sensed the essence of this strike. It was evident that this was a worthy opponent who did not flinch despite being weaker. On the contrary, this strike carried a hint of profound meaning!
As he watched the blade descend, Jiang Lao's expression changed dramatically, and he instinctively retreated!
Yet Lian Qingzong stepped forward half a pace, raising his Fire Cloud Broad Sword proudly. A massive halo formed from countless overlapping shadows surged upward from the ground, shining brightly like the sun!
This sword was domineering, proud, and fierce, radiating like sunlight that coldly conquered all things in the world!
Boom!
The shockwave erupted like a dust storm, spreading outwards in waves that sent sand and stones flying.
When the dust finally settled, Lian Qingzong swung his Fire Cloud Broad Sword to sweep away the falling debris before sheathing the Greatsword with a decisive motion.
On the opposite side, the madman knelt on one knee, his Combat Knife propped against the ground. He looked up at Lian Qingzong but trembled so much that he could no longer stand.
Jiang Lao let out a cold snort and raised his long sword made of soft blades, intending to deliver a finishing blow. However, Lian Qingzong reached out to stop him.
"Young Master..." Jiang Lao looked at him, clearly indicating that if this man were spared today, he would undoubtedly become a troublesome adversary in the future.
Lian Qingzong did not explain anything to Jiang Lao. He took a step forward, suppressing the aura of Pulse Energy around him, and pulled out a bottle of Energy Recovery Potion, tossing it to the madman. The madman caught it, looking somewhat dazed and confused.
"We'll fight again in a few years," Lian Qingzong said eagerly, clearly not wanting to lose such a rival.
"Your Knife Technique has plenty of room for improvement, and that knife in your hand isn't suitable for you," Lian Qingzong pointed out the madman's weaknesses.
After hearing this, the madman contemplated the Combat Knife that had accompanied him for many years, as well as the bottle of Energy Recovery Potion in his hand. This was a high-grade energy potion, and he was nearly out of Pulse Energy. If he drank it, he could at least recover a third of his Pulse Energy.
Was he really trying to make himself into Lian Qingzong's sharpening stone?
Yes, he needed to grow stronger; he wanted to trample this world beneath his feet! There was no hesitation about that!
He suddenly opened the bottle and tilted his head back, pouring the potion into his mouth and gulping it down.
Lian Qingzong watched the madman with satisfaction before turning his gaze toward the distance. On a dead tree that required several people to embrace, a figure burst forth.
Lu Fei Fan emerged from the trunk, holding what remained of the Silver Sparrow. His wings were long gone, clearly having retracted due to the Gods' Armor exhausting all its Pulse Energy.
Lu Fei Fan was in pain all over; blood streamed from his facial features except for his eyes. The Chaos Void that stored energy had dimmed to just two Chen Xing.
Behind him, a Magic Cube began to coalesce. Eventually, the Energy Cube transformed into multiple Cubes that fell to the ground. These cubes sprouted claws and burrowed into the soil, stealthily making their way toward Lian Qingzong underground.
Lian Qingzong took two steps before stopping. He then shifted his gaze toward a patch of grass and pulled out another energy potion, tossing it over!
A hand reached up and caught the energy bottle!
Lian Qingzong said nothing as he glanced at Lu Fei Fan before turning away and leaving.
Lu Fei Fan could only watch as the young man in Red Armor departed. His Pulse Energy reserves seemed endless; if one were to compare, his own reserves could only be likened to a small pond, while Lian Qingzong had clearly reached the level of rivers and seas.
A hand reached out from the grass to grab the energy potion bottle, and it belonged to Da Biao, who stood up alongside Qin Qin.
Da Biao held the energy bottle and watched as Lian Qingzong left. He then handed the energy recovery potion to Qin Qin. Her hands were already wrapped in cloth by Da Biao to cover her wounds. Despite the bloodstains seeping through the fabric, she quickly accepted the potion, turned around, and approached Lu Fei Fan, extending her hand to give it to him.
“Hmm…” She resembled a girl holding candy, trying to please someone she liked, with one hand hidden behind her back. Suddenly, she felt that her injured hand looked so ugly.
Lu Fei Fan lowered his head to look at her blood-stained palm holding the Energy Recovery Potion. He took it, drank half of it, and then handed it back to her.
Fu Qinqin withdrew her hands from behind her back, trying to conceal her wrapped hands. She shook her head, indicating that she didn’t need it.
He then attempted to pass it to Da Biao, who spread his hands in a gesture of reassurance, signaling that he was fine and didn’t need it.
Lu Fei Fan thought for a moment before capping the bottle again and putting it away. He picked up the broken Silver Sparrow in his hand, feeling a sense of discomfort. The Silver Sparrow was not a weapon of exceptional quality; its silver blade was jagged at the break, showing signs of scorching blackness—evidence of being forcefully severed by Lian Qingzong's overwhelming Pulse Energy.
It seemed he would have to buy another Zhan Dao.
The Fire Cloud Broad Sword behind Lian Qingzong was incredibly domineering and made of extraordinary materials. The fact that Silver Sparrow could withstand even one strike from him was already its limit.
When facing extraordinary beings like war gods, without a top-tier weapon of exceptional quality, one naturally couldn’t contend with their formidable Pulse Energy.
“Just buy another one,” Qin Qin said as she watched Lu Fei Fan stare blankly at the broken Silver Sparrow, unable to hold back her comforting words.
Lu Fei Fan remained silent, lost in thought.
“Or perhaps we could find a craftsman to forge another…” Qin Qin suggested again.
But before she could finish speaking, Lu Fei Fan loosened his grip, causing the half-broken Silver Sparrow to fall. To Qin Qin's surprise, as it dropped, the remaining piece transformed into a pile of silver dust that scattered on the ground.
If it weren’t for Lu Fei Fan’s Pulse Energy maintaining its form, perhaps even half of the sword wouldn’t have remained intact. Fu Qinqin found herself at a loss for words on how to comfort this man before her.
The Madman walked over to Lu Fei Fan, both of them gazing at the figures of Lian Qingzong and Jiang Lao disappearing into the forest.
"I need to find a new knife," the Madman suddenly said, gently stroking the Combat Knife that had accompanied him for many years.
"I also need to find a new sword," Lu Fei Fan replied, his eyes fixed on the direction where Lian Qingzong had vanished.
It was clear that both of them shared the same goal. Of course, it was merely an object they needed to surpass, not the destination itself—just a direction to follow.
"You can come find me," the Madman said, his gaze shifting back to the distance with unwavering determination.
This invitation could mean many things: he could seek help, challenge him to a duel, team up against Lian Qingzong, or simply become friends and share drinks. He felt that he should no longer continue in solitude; he needed friends like him and, more importantly, a sharpening stone with aligned aspirations.
"Okay," Lu Fei Fan nodded.
The Madman nodded back, considering Lu Fei Fan as a newfound friend. He then placed the Combat Knife on his shoulder and strode confidently toward the village.
Lu Fei Fan also turned around, joined by Da Biao and Qin Qin as they observed the situation in the village.
The battle over there was gradually approaching its conclusion.
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