A faint, blood-red glint appeared in his eyes as he licked his lips.

Without a word, Qin Fang spun around and slashed down with his blade.

But without any warning, his opponent’s figure shot back with extreme speed.

...Still no warning. ’I can’t predict his moves at all!’

THUD!!

Another muffled grunt. This time, there wasn’t even a flicker of that premonitory heart palpitation!

Qin Fang took another blow to the spine. A terrifying force drilled toward his bones, clearly meant to shatter his backbone.

But his Physique—forged by Bee Meat, the mysterious liquid, Treasure Fish, and Inner Refining—was truly astonishing. His muscles vibrated, and the invasive force was once again dispersed.

"Good, good... Hahaha! The stronger your Physique, the more valuable your flesh and blood! Hahaha, it seems the day of my Breaking Realm is today!"

Far from being surprised, Chen Shanhe was delighted. Qin Fang was then subjected to a storm of furious attacks!

Whenever the premonitory palpitation arose, Qin Fang would intercept with his blade. But his opponent would react instantly, halting his attack. A Huajin Martial Artist’s Control over their body was simply unbelievable; they made almost no mistakes due to inertia!

The rest of the time, he could only rely on his eyes. But judging by sight was far slower than the reaction prompted by Reflecting Oneself, causing Qin Fang to take hit after hit!

THUD THUD THUD THUD!

The air filled with muffled thuds. Qin Fang was little more than a human punching bag as Chen Shanhe circled and attacked him. His occasional counterattacks were completely useless...

...Chen Shanhe could predict his every move, but he couldn’t predict Chen Shanhe’s.

The feeling was suffocating to the extreme...

’It’s like I’ve gone blind!’

"Boy, let me teach you something. Just because you’ve reached Huajin doesn’t mean you have the fighting prowess of one!"

"Your martial arts are too weak. Just a Low Grade Technique, I presume? Without a proper Cultivation Technique, to others in your Realm, you’re just a blind man to be toyed with... Try to be more careful in your next life."

An intense premonitory palpitation shot through him.

This time, Qin Fang didn’t stand his ground. He whirled around and broke into a run.

Glancing back, he saw that Chen Shanhe now held a blade, which had appeared in his hand at some unknown point. He had clearly intended to use it on Qin Fang just now!

...’I was powerless against him even when he was unarmed, and now he’s drawn a blade...’

Qin Fang’s Physique was strong, but he didn’t think he had reached a Realm of invulnerability.

...’Just as I thought. The old master of the True Martial Boxing Hall has been immersed in the Huajin Realm for years and has mastered multiple Huajin Level techniques.’

’My sneak attack barely gave me the upper hand, but the moment he counterattacked, I was completely suppressed!’

...’I haven’t even laid a scratch on him.’

’We’re not even in the same league!’

But Qin Fang had noticed something... His own Physique and raw strength were likely far greater than Chen Shanhe’s...

But a Huajin Martial Artist’s attacks were too fast. If he couldn’t predict the moves in advance, by the time his eyes registered the attack and he reacted, his opponent’s fist would already be in his face!

’Looks like this isn’t going to work. I’ll have to find another chance.’

Seeing his opponent draw the blade, Qin Fang no longer hesitated. He turned and sprinted away, heading straight for the valley.

"Trying to run?"

Seeing Qin Fang flee, Chen Shanhe immediately gave chase!

As he neared the valley entrance, he was about to be overtaken.

Qin Fang spun around and slashed down with his blade.

But Chen Shanhe instantly predicted his every move. With a slight halt, he caused the slash to miss completely.

The next moment, a dozen SWISHES cut through the air. As he had slashed, Qin Fang had also thrown his Hidden Weapons!

"Such clumsy movements. I saw you draw those Hidden Weapons. You still thought you could sneak attack me?"

But with a simple sway of his body, Chen Shanhe dodged them all.

He still hadn’t landed a single scratch.

Qin Fang’s face twitched...

Then he turned and ran.

Chen Shanhe pursued relentlessly. In the blink of an eye, they were out of the valley.

There, they saw a group of True Martial Disciples, buzzing with discussion.

The sudden appearance of the two figures startled them. Before they could even react, Qin Fang had already plunged into the thickest part of the crowd.

THUD! THUD!

With two soft thuds, two True Martial Disciples were sent flying. Their chests boomed with a dull roar as they screamed, and they were dead before they hit the ground!

...’That felt good!’

Qin Fang let out a long breath.

When his fight with Chen Shanhe had started, it felt like a real exchange. A strategic bout with give and take, where he’d even held a slight advantage.

But the moment his opponent got serious and used techniques clearly at the Huajin Level, he had been reduced to passively taking a beating.

All of his counterattacks had missed their mark.

Now, his fists had finally connected with something solid, allowing him to release a long, pent-up breath of frustration!

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Senior Brother Liu!!"

The two men’s sudden deaths stunned the other True Martial Disciples. Crying out in alarm, they stumbled back.

Qin Fang casually grabbed two more True Martial Disciples and, amidst their horrified screams, simply threw them.

...With the immense power in his arms, tossing the two men was as easy as throwing sandbags.

The two men flew toward the mountain rocks, headfirst. If they connected, their heads would undoubtedly burst like watermelons.

"Trying to use this trick to force my hand? It’s useless. I don’t care if you kill all of them."

Chen Shanhe’s voice was laced with a sneer. He had no intention of saving his two disciples, instead stabbing viciously at Qin Fang’s back.

CRACK! CRACK!!

The two disciples who had been thrown had their heads instantly burst open, dying on the spot.

SCHLICK!

The premonitory palpitation reached a fever pitch, but this time Qin Fang couldn’t dodge. A blade stabbed into his back.

But the blade only pierced his skin before his muscles instantly clamped down, trapping it tight!