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WangChen locked eyes with Su Ling, a silent understanding passing between them. She nodded, acknowledging his unspoken plan, and cautiously stepped back, creating a safe distance between herself and the impending danger.
Elder Qing's grin widened, his eyes glinting with wickedness. With a sinister tone, he sneered, "No need to worry. I won't be so merciful as to end her life just yet. Before reuniting her with her departed mother, I'll make her experience the depths of despair and taste the bitter anguish of helplessness." His words dripped with malevolence, exposing the twisted desires that lurked beneath his seemingly senile facade.
Elder Qing glanced dismissively at Wang Chen, his gaze filled with arrogance and contempt. He didn't bother to make a move, eagerly anticipating the moment when Wang Chen would launch his futile attack. The elder relished the prospect of showcasing the vast disparity between them, reveling in the opportunity to watch Wang Chen's hope turn to despair. He planned to savor every moment, torturing his opponent with a cruel and twisted pleasure, before finally delivering the fatal blow.
As Wang Chen positioned himself for the imminent clash, his thoughts raced with calculated precision. "If I engage him directly, I won't last long before he finishes me off. I need to catch him off guard," he strategized.
Taking a firm stance, he readied his sword and executed the nimble cloud steps, swiftly closing the gap between him and Elder Qing. In a seamless motion, he unleashed the star sword technique, a flurry of precise strikes aimed at his adversary.
The battle between Elder Qing and Wang Chen escalated into a fierce exchange of blows. Elder Qing, confident in his superiority, launched a powerful palm strike, aiming to overpower Wang Chen. The impact sent them both stumbling back, taking eight steps in retreat. The surprise on Elder Qing's face was priceless, realizing his assumption of an easy victory had been shattered.
Wang Chen, though reeling from the forceful blow, quickly regained his footing. His eyes narrowed with determination as he stared down his opponent. It was clear that Elder Qing had underestimated him.
"Hey, remember all that talk about showing me what happens when someone messes with you?" Wang Chen taunted, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, I think I've got my answer now. When someone messes with you, you back down!" He couldn't help but take a jab at Elder Qing, purposely provoking him. The once annoyed expression on Elder Qing's face now turned into a flushed red, like a bubble of anger ready to burst.
Elder Qing, fueled by his anger, unleashed his full speed, closing in on Wang Chen with lightning-fast movements. Wang Chen couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise as he realized that Elder Qing was finally revealing his true strength as a High Golden Core Realm cultivator.
However, Wang Chen refused to be intimidated, for he had a cunning plan up his sleeve. By purposefully taunting and ridiculing Elder Qing, he aimed to manipulate his opponent's pride and use it to his advantage in bringing about Elder Qing's downfall.
The clash between the two warriors intensified as they exchanged blows, Elder Qing, with his commanding presence, relied on powerful and forceful attacks. His strikes carried immense strength, aiming to overpower his opponent in a single blow. Wang Chen, on the other hand, showcased a more agile and elusive style. He relied on his speed and quick reflexes to evade and counter with calculated precision.
Elder Qing, recognizing Wang Chen's martial arts genius, became aware that if he allowed Wang Chen to escape this time, then he would undoubtedly return in the future seeking vengeance. With this realization, Elder Qing shifted his approach, fighting with a newfound seriousness. As a practitioner more skilled in hand-to-hand combat rather than swordsmanship, he relied primarily on his fists and palms to engage in the battle.
In a swift and unexpected move, Elder Qing defied Wang Chen's attack by catching his sword just before it could strike him. A sinister smile spread across Elder Qing's face as he effortlessly broke Wang Chen's sword with his bare hand, showcasing his immense strength. In a graceful rotation, he swiftly shifted his position and delivered a powerful kick to Wang Chen's chest, sending him hurtling through the air.
Struggling to regain his composure, Wang Chen valiantly attempted to rise from the ground. However, before he could fully recover, Elder Qing reappeared before him with astonishing speed, delivering a forceful kick to Wang Chen's shoulder. Once again, Wang Chen was sent soaring through the air, his body unable to withstand the impact.
Despite the successive blows and the chaos of the battle, Wang Chen managed to land gracefully this time, skillfully avoiding any collisions. Wang Chen's once neat appearance had been thrown into disarray, his hair tousled and his clothes tattered. However, his face bore a resolute expression.
"Weren't you laughing before? Now what happened?" Elder Qing taunted, his voice dripping with scorn. He confidently approached Wang Chen, closing the distance until they stood merely two meters apart. Casting a glance at Su Ling, he couldn't help but unleash a twisted idea.
"I've got a delightful plan!" Elder Qing sneered, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "I will cripple him and let him witness our glorious moments before I deliver the final blow." His mind delved into a dark fantasy, relishing the thought of Wang Chen's despair as he lay helpless, forced to watch Elder Qing defile Su Ling before his very eyes. The sickening excitement that surged within him was palpable, impossible to contain any longer.
Driven by his twisted desires, Elder Qing lunged at Wang Chen, initiating a relentless assault. However, his intentions had shifted. Rather than seeking a swift end, he aimed to inflict grave injuries, intending to cripple Wang Chen both physically and emotionally. Wang Chen, well aware of the change in strategy, evaded the onslaught with every ounce of his agility and skill, desperately evading the attacks with unwavering determination.
As the battle raged on, Wang Chen's agility and skill were put to the test. Initially, he managed to evade Elder Qing's attacks with nimble footwork and precise movements, but the tides were turning against him. Slowly but surely, Elder Qing's relentless assault began taking its toll.
With each passing moment, it became increasingly challenging for Wang Chen to dodge the onslaught. His body endured the impact of Elder Qing's strikes, bruises and cuts marring his once unblemished skin. No matter how hard he tried to anticipate and evade, it seemed that with every dodge, another attack swiftly followed, leaving him with no respite.
Wang Chen's defenses were pushed to their limits. He raised his arms to shield his vital points, trying to absorb the blows with minimal damage. The impact reverberated through his body, causing his muscles to ache and his breath to grow labored. Yet, he refused to yield.
Engaging in combat against an adversary with a higher Cultivation base posed an immense challenge, even for an exceptional individual like Wang Chen. Within the vast expanse of the continent, countless prodigies existed, each possessing formidable talents.
However, the ability to confront opponents of superior Cultivation levels rested upon the shoulders of a select few—the so-called heaven-defying geniuses, born once in millions of years, whose gifts transcended the laws of heaven itself.
"Is that the best you've got?" Elder Qing taunted, his fists raining down upon Wang Chen's body like a storm. Each strike sent waves of searing pain rippling through Wang Chen's being, making it difficult for him to catch his breath. The sheer force behind Elder Qing's punches was staggering, testing Wang Chen's endurance to its limits.
Gasping for air, Wang Chen fought against the excruciating agony surging through his veins. His muscles screamed in protest, his body trembling under the relentless assault. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with the dirt and blood that adorned his face. His breaths came in ragged gasps, as if his lungs were starved of air.
In a sudden turn of events, Elder Qing felt a sharp attack from behind, catching him off guard. As he turned to see who had dared to strike him, his eyes met Su Ling's determined gaze. A mixture of anger and amusement danced across his face as he addressed her.
"You meddling bitch," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You should have stayed silent and out of this. But now, I'll make sure to punish him severely for your mistake."
A sly smile crept onto his lips, revealing his sadistic delight. He channeled his Qi, infusing his hand with a surge of power that surpassed half of his total energy. The air around him crackled with anticipation as his palm glowed with an ominous aura, ready to deliver a devastating blow.
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