The elderly man with white hair hadn’t expected the ruthless youth to make such a decisive move, blasting such a powerful surge of True Qi without warning. Caught off guard, he was hit by the rebounding force of the explosion caused by the two powerful Qi Forces and was pushed back dozens of feet, barely catching his breath as a red flush spread across his aged face.
However, before he could steady his breath, Yang Ge, who had maneuvered around the mushroom cloud, charged in front of the white-haired elder once again, swinging his Frostblade with a ferocity like a whirlwind and downpour, aiming a series of Frostblade Skills directly at the elder; not seeking to achieve any merit but aiming to drain as much of the elderly man’s True Qi in the shortest time possible!
After his defeat last time, he had seriously reviewed the entire process of his fight with the elderly man, summarizing his failures.
Factual reality was that his martial arts was indeed inferior to the elder’s, which even he himself could not deny.
But the disparity between them was not so vast as to have the elder beat him as if he were no more than a father chastising his son!
Otherwise, he would not have been able to leave unscathed last time...
The truth is, last time, the elderly man had utterly dominated him, even making him feel utterly restrained, with even his retreat executed in a disgraceful manner.
After much thought, he finally discerned a hint of the underlying issue...
The full suppression he had experienced despite a slight absolute difference in power was because he had foolishly played to the elder’s strengths instead of his own weaknesses.
If this elderly man was indeed Zhang Xuansu, who Yang Yinghao and he suspected to be the martial arts summit achiever from 160 or 170 years ago, just how old was he now?
Even if he practiced martial arts that could nourish the mind and extend life, to sustain him past the human lifespan limit to nearly two hundred years, how profound must his True Qi be now?
Moreover, for someone who had reached the zenith of the martial world 160 or 170 years ago, what kind of martial arts moves hadn’t he seen? The fights he fought just by rolling up his sleeves were probably more numerous than those many lascivious people had in bed.
What was Yang Ge’s advantage?
First, of course, was the true meaning of his martial path, forged through relentless advancement and nation-subduing.
Second, naturally, was the powerful enhancement of all his martial arts moves by the Monotheistic Flow.
Lastly, it was the robust and harmonious merger of Yin and Yang in his Taiji Yuan Shen, balancing rigidity and gentleness.
When these three combined, they forged just three words: explosive power!
A terrifying explosive power that far surpassed those on the same realm, enabling him to burst through ordinary Grandmasters at True Essence Peak!
And what stupidity had he committed in his last encounter with this elderly man?
He had actually forsaken his great advantage of explosive power to compete in skills and True Qi with the elder?
After reviewing the full sequence previously, he was only grateful that he had escaped swiftly; had he continued to fight that day, he might have indeed ended up staying there permanently.
That’s also why he said it was nonsense when the elder claimed he had let him off last time.
Last time, let him off? The elder simply couldn’t handle him!
After all, all the elder could rely on was having more robust True Qi and finer moves... If it really came down to a fight to the death, last time he certainly wouldn’t have been able to leave, but the elder obviously wouldn’t have been much better off either.
So, this time Yang Ge took the lessons from their last encounter, not comparing True Qi or moves with the elder, but instead unleashing a barrage of powerful strikes right from the start, striving to break through the elder’s defenses in the shortest time... Even if he couldn’t win, he at least aimed for a situation where both sides suffered!
This may just show how adversity fosters capabilities while prosperity breeds trouble...
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The veteran’s combat experience was so rich, how could he not see through Yang Ge’s intentions?
Yet, even though he could clearly see Yang Ge’s strategy, he had no solution for Yang Ge’s aggressively desperate fighting style!
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He surely couldn’t just say to Yang Ge, "Stop," and then tell him not to act dishonorably, to stop deceiving an old man over two hundred years old, could he?
Thus, in midair, there appeared a strange scene where two individuals launched attacks at each other, one trying desperately to retreat to gain a safe distance for gathering strength and maneuvering, while the other recklessly attacked, even risking injury to not give his opponent a chance to breathe...
To put it bluntly, it was Yang Ge overpowering the old man, while the old man, enduring his ferocity, desperately looked for a chance to counterattack.
If put more vividly, both were like small boats in a violent storm, each at risk of capsizing and perishing at any moment.
The difference was...
Yang Ge had a strong tailwind, growing stronger and more impressive with each strike, not only releasing the humiliation he had suffered from being beaten into the ground by this old turtle in the past but also unleashing his stubborn, wild, and destructive traits, making his moves increasingly aggressive and his strikes increasingly severe. The frantic sound of his cold moon blade almost formed a symphony of heroes!
The old man, however, faced a fierce headwind, growing more terrified and restrained with each strike, surviving to his age and maintaining a physique like that of a young adult. Besides the characteristics of his Inner Strength that nourished and extended his life, it certainly also depended on his strong will to survive. In such a risky situation, an excessive will to survive was like an electric cage for a ferocious beast; without even reaching out his hand, fear here, fear there, less than fifty percent of his strength could be displayed!
Yang Ge chased the old man from midair high into the clouds, shredding over ten miles of clouds before chasing him down to the mountain forest, hacking at him with every fiber of his being, dealing over a hundred blows, yet only managing to trim a few pieces of sleeve without even scratching the old man’s hair, while his True Qi had already been greatly depleted, leaving hardly anything left...
This huge discrepancy made him so furious that his hair stood on end, and the already intense aura he carried soared even higher!
"I’ll be damned if I believe this today!"
He was like a man obsessed, seeing not a living person before him but an indestructible turtle shell.
He violently stomped the ground, propelling his body up about twenty or thirty yards into the air.
The old man, finally catching his breath, had not even had a chance to react when he felt a terrifying pressure descending like Mount Tai, weighing heavily on him.
He couldn’t hide his horror as he looked up into the sky, only to see a figure, holding a blade high, slashing down at him!
Truly, it was simply one man with a blade, utterly devoid of even a hint of True Qi energy.
Yet the old man suddenly felt an intense palpitation, as if an invisible hand had reached into his chest, gripping his old heart that had been pumping vigorously for over two hundred years!
It had been too long!
He hadn’t felt such palpitations in ages!
So long he had almost forgotten the terrifying flavor of lurking on the edge of death, so sudden that it felt strangely unfamiliar.
Feeling a slight tremble in his body, the old man wasn’t afraid, but rather felt a sense of relief as if a burden had been lifted...
He muttered with a slight smile, ’Is this the taste of youth... how wonderful!’
The thread named survival instinct, stretched to its limit in his mind, finally snapped in this moment!
The beast that had suffered enough from the electric cage, at this moment... had broken free!