Chapter 245: Chapter 220: Killing the Fifth-level Master_1
The youth was getting faster and faster, then made a sprint and charged towards Lu Yan, sending a punch in Lu Yan’s direction.
His fist turned fiery red, compressing the air to create a powerful punch that rolled towards Lu Yan.
With a slash of his knife, Lu Yan cleaved the punch and aimed at the opponent’s fist.
The opponent did not dodge or evade, took the hit of Lu Yan’s Red Blood Blade with his own bare body.
Ding!
Like metal colliding, the Red Blood Blade vibrated fiercely, and Lu Yan felt an incredibly burning internal strength flooding into his palm through the Red Blood Blade, wanting to burn his meridians.
The Red Blood Blade also turned as hot as an iron brand in an instant, reaching hundreds of degrees in heat.
Lu Yan drummed his eleven internal strengths to resist the burning force, but his figure retreated three steps backward :
The youth also retreated several steps. His crimson fist was slashed by the Red Blood Blade, leaving a line of blood, with fresh blood seeping out.
"Top Internal Strength."
They were both shaken at the same time, their faces grave, not daring to underestimate the other side.
Whoosh!
Lu Yan had just retreated and then advanced, his Red Blood Blade slashing towards the opponent’s neck.
The opponent swung a punch to fight back.
Dang dang dang...
The speed of both of them had reached the extreme, and in an instant, they had clashed more than a dozen times.
" This person is only a third-level master but his strength is so strong, there is no doubt he has an Innate Martial Body. The internal strength he exhibits, I guess, has reached five parts."
Lu Yan assessed inwardly.
The youth’s cultivation level was not high, only a third-level master, just one level higher than Lu Yan.
But the strength of his combat power was the strongest that Lu Yan had ever seen, even stronger than the Duo Zhu of the Spirit Sect that he encountered earlier.
The martial arts the other practiced must be of top martial arts, and the internal strength he controlled was top internal strength.
But even top martial arts should not be this strong.
Lu Yan had mastered eleven paths of internal strength, but during the confrontation, Lu Yan was actually inferior to his opponent in terms of internal strength and was completely suppressed.
Even a third-level master who mastered four paths of internal strength could only be slightly stronger than him in terms of internal strength, and could not completely suppress him. The only possibility was if one mastered five parts of internal strength.
Five paths of internal strength, if three times stronger, would be equivalent to fifteen paths of internal strength.
Although Lu Yan was inferior in terms of internal strength, his martial arts level far surpassed that of his opponent.
Over a dozen exchanges later, as Lu Yan brought the power of his Nine Abyss Knife to its limit, his advantage broadened, beginning to suppress the opponent.
The power of top martial arts that had achieved the Unity of Man and Martial Arts was extraordinary. The enhancement it brought to Lu Yan far surpassed the gap between the internal strengths of the two.
The youth began to retreat steadily, the bloodstains on his fists multiplying, feeling as if his fists were piercing with pain, about to split.
"How is it possible, this kid, only a second-rank master, his combat power actually surpasses mine. What’s with his knife technique, it’s incomparably sharp. Even my Flame Gold God Fist, which I had specially cultivated, can’t withstand it. Could it be that he has already cultivated his top martial arts to the realm of Unity of Man and Martial Arts?"
"Also, how many paths of internal strength has he mastered?"
The youth was horrified beyond belief.
The Yan Clan’s top martial art, Flame Gold God Fist, had stringent cultivation requirements, including the need for a special martial food and other peculiar materials to cultivate. Once resistant, your fists would be as impenetrable as a divine weapon, with infinite power.
Although he merely had the Flame Gold God Fist at the state of mastery, the power was already astonishing. On normal days when dealing with divine weapons, seldom could they break his defense.
But now, his impregnable iron fist was about to be shattered.
"Destruction."
Lu Yan muttered, executing the most potent method of the Nine Abyss Knife.
With a slash of the blade, the blade hostile shot up to the sky.
Boom!
The youth was flung back, his right fist was split in half, and his flesh and blood soon became blurry.
Ah!
The youth issued a beast-like low roar.
Lu Yan was about to follow up and finish the youth with another slash, but his muscles suddenly tightened, his hair stood on end, sensing a fatal crisis.
In a fraction of a moment, Lu Yan turned the Red Blood Blade and swept horizontally.
Dang!
A nearly two meters long War Knife flew in swiftly and was blocked by Lu Yan.
A figure rushed forward, catching the recoiling War Knife, leaping over tens of meters, and slashed a knife towards Lu Yan.
"Cloud Divide."
Lu Yan swung his knife diagonally, and the two clashed, a terrifying knife wind blasted out to both sides, a large tree that was thick enough to be embraced by one person was cut in half at its waist.
Crash!
Lu Yan’s body retreated dozens of meters violently. After hitting the ground, he continued sliding backward, and his feet plowed two traces of over ten meters in length on the mountain ground.
"What a profound internal strength ."
Lu Yan’s hands were slightly trembling, he suppressed his surging Qi-blood, his face was solemn.
Fifth-level Master.
The person who made the move was absolutely a fifth-level master, moreover, he was a fifth-level master who mainly cultivated top martial arts.
Whoosh!
A burly figure broke through the darkness and again attacked Lu Yan with his knife.
Only then did Lu Yan see clearly, the person attacking was the middle-aged muscular man riding the Purple Wing Blood Peng who had chased to this place.
Lu Yan turned and ran.
"Don’t think of escaping."
The muscular middle-aged man gave pursuit.
Their speed was as fast as the wind, they shuttled through the woods, and in a blink of an eye, they had run over ten miles.
The speed of the muscular middle-aged man was extremely fast, even surpassing Lu Yan, the distance between the two was gradually shortening.
After they ran another ten miles, the muscular middle-aged man hammered the handle of his knife, and the two meters long War Knife, like an arrow leaving a bow, shot towards Lu Yan’s heart.
At the same time, he was running at full speed, his fists turning fiery red, radiating a hot breath, heading towards Lu Yan.
Lu Yan leapt up, avoiding the war knife, then spun around, slashing horizontally with his blade.
This slash struck a fist of crimson gold.
A more terrifying surge of inner strength than the previous young man’s surged toward him, causing Lu Yan’s figure to be thrown back once again.
"The supreme inner strength of a fifth-level grandmaster, it’s really powerful, far surpassing me."
Lu Yan secretly pondered.
Lu Yan mastered eleven types of inner strength, under the same supreme level of inner strength, he could suppress an ordinary fourth-level grandmaster.
But facing a fifth-level grandmaster, the gap is huge.
If the cultivation level is three levels lower and the quality of the inner strength is about the same, winning by quantity would require him to master twenty-seven types of inner strength.
"You’ve killed two of my Yan Clan’s fowl alien beasts and a third-level grandmaster. I’ll use your head to pay homage to the spirits of my clan."
The middle-aged man spoke coldly, his aura growing stronger, and his robust inner strength flowed on the surface of his body. With him as the center, the temperature rapidly rose, causing the grass and trees at his feet to quickly wither and turn into charcoal.
With a step, he charged toward Lu Yan, his fists raining down in rapid succession.
"Don’t think that I’m actually afraid of you."
Lu Yan muttered in a low voice, his body starting to slightly swell, with tightly packed dark gold scales emerging to cover his entire body.
Buzz!
The Red Blood Blade hummed lightly, slashing through the air.
His earlier decision to turn and run was not because he was afraid of the middle-aged man, but because he had noticed other people approaching. Worried about being surrounded, he decided to lead the middle-aged man away first.
Thud, thud!
The collision of blade and fists was like that of mighty hammers, with the resulting force causing Lu Yan’s arm muscles to tremble slightly as he slid back several meters.
The middle-aged man, although only slightly shaken, also had his attack interrupted.
"Body refining martial arts."
The middle-aged man was even more horrified.
This person was too monstrous.
Now, he was beginning to regret not wanting to kill the witness.
Such a monstrous figure absolutely came from a major power, perhaps even stronger than the Yan Clan itself.
But at this moment, since he had already offended him to death, he could only go all the way and wipe out Lu Yan completely.
He pushed the Flame Gold God Fist to the extreme, his fists resembling two red-hot branding irons. Carrying a scorching breath, they attacked Lu Yan. The punches were like a storm, unceasing.
Lu Yan, holding the knife in both hands, continuously slashed out, setting up layers of knife screens in front of him. The strength of his inner strength and his Divine Jiao Gold Body overlaid, battling against the middle-aged man.
It had to be said, the fighting strength of the middle-aged man was astonishingly powerful.
Although he looked to be in his fifties, his actual age must have been well over a hundred. His proficiency in top martial arts was not comparable to the previous young man, or the Spirit Sect’s Duo Zhu.
The pinnacle of martial arts had been reached.
Even if Lu Yan used his Divine Jiao Gold Body, he was still disadvantaged. After about ten moves, he had already retreated more than ten meters.
The Red Blood Blade continuously vibrated, causing Lu Yan to notice a small crack on it.
The force of the collision was too strong, threatening to break the divine weapon.
"Kill."
The middle-aged man let out a long roar, pushing his strength to the extreme. Similarly, his technique suddenly changed—his left fist collided with the Red Blood Blade while his right fist aimed directly at Lu Yan’s abdomen.
"I was waiting for that."
Lu Yan’s eyes shone with a cold light, his left hand reached out, blocking the middle-aged man’s fist. Simultaneously, a flash of light erupted from his body as the avatar of his Divine Jiao Gold Body lunged out.
The middle-aged man was stunned.
He had not expected that another person would burst out of Lu Yan’s body at such a close distance. He had just used all his strength, and it was impossible for him to dodge now.
The avatar of the Divine Jiao Gold Body charged out, wrapping its arms and legs around the middle-aged man like a snake, locking him tightly in place.
"Back off!"
The middle-aged man furiously stirred up his inner strength, attempting to blast open Lu Yan’s Divine Jiao Gold Body avatar, but the strength of the Divine Jiao Gold Body avatar was too formidable. In a short period of time, the middle-aged man couldn’t break free.
In the meantime, Lu Yan himself had already made his move.
"Thunderstrike."
The blade light was like a flash of thunder, disappearing in an instant.
A well-shaped head flew out tens of meters away, the broken neck was smooth as a mirror. It took a few moments before the fresh blood spurted out like a fountain.
The avatar of the Divine Jiao Gold Body quickly retreated, avoiding the blood. Then, it turned into a beam of light, entered Lu Yan’s body, and disappeared.
"The Martial Arts Avatar, only such a use can bring out its maximum power."
Lu Yan nodded to himself.
Strike when they least expect it. That’s the characteristic of the Martial Arts Avatar.
He walked over and groped around in the middle-aged man’s arms, taking out an iron box. Opening it, he found that the jade book was still inside.
"Returning the item to its rightful owner."
Lu Yan put the iron box in his arms, then searched the middle-aged man’s body and found several silver tickets. Not many, just a few thousand taels.
Better than nothing.
As for the war knife of the large man, Lu Yan pondered for a moment and decided not to take it.
After all, it was too distinctive and would be inconvenient to carry around.
With a step, Lu Yan, like a gust of wind, headed west.
As he ran, he continuously scanned his surroundings, especially the sky above, for any flying alien beasts.
If there were any, he would immediately hide.
At the same time, he used the shape-shifting technique to alter his appearance.
Luckily, he met no dangers along the way and did not encounter anyone from the Yan Clan. He covered hundreds of miles and had started to see the break of day.
"I wonder how Blood Slaughter is doing now?"
Lu Yan thought to himself.
With Blood Slaughter’s speed, as long as he wasn’t specifically surrounded by the Yan Clan, he should be able to escape safely, right?
