Daqian Martial Saint

Having fought to this point, Gai Zijie realized his opponent had done more than simply cultivate the Vajra Unbreakable Divine Skill to Perfection. In addition to the Vajra Unbreakable Divine Skill, he had also practiced other Horizontal Training Methods. And at times, a faint trace of black energy mixed in with the Golden Light, making his already formidable physique even more powerful.

Furthermore, his opponent had mastered a Finger Technique Divine Skill and cultivated it to an exceptionally high Realm.

Most critically, his opponent was not the type to seclude himself in harsh training only to be inept at actual combat, especially life-or-death battles. On the contrary, his opponent's combat experience was incredibly rich in all aspects, and his talent for Magical Combat was nothing short of breathtaking.

All these factors combined to suppress him at every turn, making the fight incredibly frustrating for an expert ranked so high on the Dragon and Tiger Chart.

'This can't go on!' Sensing his opponent's seemingly endless stamina, Gai Zijie grew more anxious the longer they fought. 'I have to get away, and fast! Otherwise, a prolonged battle means certain defeat! My life might even be at risk!'

Only after truly clashing did he realize his opponent's combat strength was even more terrifying than he had first imagined!

'In terms of combat strength alone, he's probably close to an expert ranked twentieth on the Dragon and Tiger Chart! If that weren't the case, there's no way he could be suppressing me this badly!'

'With this kind of combat strength, even a Grandmaster would likely suffer a setback if they weren't careful.'

Gai Zijie wanted to escape, but having been thwarted at every turn, he couldn't immediately think of a good way to do so.

SWOOSH!

A Sword Aura flashed—the Cyan Light Demon Subduing Technique!

CLANG!

The Golden Light and the cyan glow clashed. The cyan glow scattered, immediately at a disadvantage. Chen Ping'an pressed his advantage, smashing down with a thunderous punch. Although Gai Zijie's whirling Longsword blocked the fist, the successive shockwaves made his Qi Blood churn. A sweet taste filled his throat, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gai Zijie barely suppressed the churning Qi Blood in his body, but before he could even catch his breath, his opponent jabbed a finger forward. It was not a Finger Technique Secret Technique, but its sharpness was still enough to make him take it seriously.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Amidst the series of explosions, Gai Zijie was sent flying. The immense force caused him to violently spit out a mouthful of blood.

PTUI!

A wave of Golden Light flared as his opponent, seemingly tireless, charged forward to kill. The fierce, murderous intent washed over Gai Zijie before the attack even connected.

A bitter expression on his face, Gai Zijie swung his Longsword, barely managing to parry.

Unleashing consecutive Killing Techniques had consumed most of the True Qi in his body. To make matters worse, his Qi Blood was in constant turmoil. He was a complete mess; his black robes had long been shredded in the fight, revealing a tall, thin frame.

BOOM!

After another explosive collision, Gai Zijie was sent flying again.

'I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm really going to die!'

His disadvantage was obvious, yet his opponent, in contrast, seemed to grow stronger with every exchange. The gap between them was steadily widening.

'To hell with it!'

Gai Zijie gritted his teeth and finally made a decision.

'I came here for profit, but who would've thought I'd not only fail but also end up in this mess! But with my life on the line, none of that matters anymore.'

BOOM!

A majestic aura suddenly erupted from Gai Zijie's body as a cyan light enveloped him.

"Cyan Spirit Escape Light Technique!"

'If I can't win, I have to run!' His opponent was relentless, making a normal escape impossible. At this point, only a Secret Technique would guarantee his getaway.

"Where do you think you're going!" Chen Ping'an roared. The Golden Light covering his body trembled as black energy swirled within it. He formed his hand into a claw and lunged, grabbing fiercely at Gai Zijie.

His movements were swift and ferocious. Before Gai Zijie could flee in a flash of cyan light, Chen Ping'an forcibly seized his shoulder.

Gai Zijie's face filled with horror. 'If he catches me now, he'll be on guard, and I'll never escape again!' At this critical juncture, Gai Zijie made a desperate sacrifice to survive.

His body, as slippery as an eel, instantly wriggled out of the Profound Ice Silk Armor and shot away as a streak of cyan Escape Light.

'I can always find another Quasi-Divine Weapon! But if I lose my life, I lose everything!'

'My ambition is to become a Grandmaster; I can't fall here!'

'As long as there's life, there's hope!'

Watching Gai Zijie escape into the distance by shedding his armor like a cicada sheds its shell, a glint flashed in Chen Ping'an's eyes, and he prepared to give chase.

WHOOSH!

A sudden, sharp whoosh of air sounded out. Chen Ping'an's expression tensed, and he spun around.

Behind him, a figure was streaking over at incredible speed, their target—the Profound Ice Silk Armor in his hand!

"The nerve!"

Instead of anger, Chen Ping'an laughed and blasted out a palm strike!