I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 809 - 471: Unrivaled

471 Unrivaled

The mind has nothing else, reaching a realm of nothingness.

This is only a step away from becoming the Master of the World. In this world, one can be called a Lord; such martial artists number less than a hundred.

Desperate, unafraid of death, that's possible.

But finding the true path is not easy.

Therefore, they pursue martial arts fervently, but are now merely top-tier experts, not Lord Level, having no way forward, so to what end?

Lord Level is already the strongest under the Master of the World. They are addressed as such, but they don't care about achieving the title of Lord, only the strength.

Before life and death, they indeed break through, transforming completely.

Unfortunately, such a method cannot be forced. Holding an obsession in the heart only leads to death, not breakthrough.

Reflecting deeply.

They have already redesigned the path of challenge.

By this time, six months have passed since the last battle.

A martial artist's life is short, and those with amazing talent must challenge continuously, stepping over bones to advance.

Thus, the Undying Mad Martial fully recovered, completely absorbing insights from life and death, and set out again.

At this level, the opponents challenged are naturally not weak.

Basically, it's either you die or I perish.

Curiously, the Undying Mad Martial truly seems to possess an undying body.

To the Guardians, these details are already unimportant. They intentionally conceal, only this way can the opponent fully focus and respond.

Because the real challenge is not the opponent, but oneself.

The opponent is important, yet not important.

The news of the Undying Mad Martial's undying body still spread, but those top masters, each honing their Martial Dao Will, brimming with confidence, dismiss this disdainfully, paying no heed at all.

All believe they will definitely win.

Even if they are still some way from the Master of the World, it's merely some refining away.

Given enough time, they are sure to defeat him.

Perhaps this is why their Martial Dao Will is so strong; investigating would be a sign of distrust.

If you are not self-confident, how can you reach the pinnacle of martial arts?

This is why the path of martial arts is difficult, for there is no rival.

Just like this, the Undying Mad Martial challenges along his journey.

Narrow escapes from death numerous times,

if not for the Sixth Realm Spirit Liquid, he would have truly died countless times.

Compared to those truly gifted or blessed with unrivaled fortune, he is still far behind.

Yet, relying on the undying body and the undefeated belief,

he finally stood at the apex of this world.

Such strong individuals do not number a hundred, but there are several dozens.

But now, the Undying Mad Martial is challenging a Lord.

Because Lords are easier to find.

Before the arena, there was a throng of people; there wasn't any deliberate announcement, but upon hearing the news, all came.

This is already the most top-tier battle in this world.

After all, battles at the level of the Master of the World are rare even once in a century.

Small Knife calmly sat cross-legged on the arena, eyes closed.

He was adjusting his mindset.

This is crucial for a martial artist.

In a martial artist's duel, life and death are just a line apart; it's not certain that the stronger will be the victor.

A thought, an idea, a Divine Split, could decide life and death.

This is the charm of a martial artist.

Until the last moment, one never knows who the ultimate winner is.

Of course, the gap can't be too vast.

Now, he has convinced the Guardians and gained the qualification to challenge a Lord.

Truly stubborn old folk.

For these people with little lifespan left, unrestrained and unafraid of death, their beliefs solidified to the extreme.

Were it not for their failing Qi Blood, their lack of progress would be the most terrifying thing.

Being able to maintain belief despite knowing there's no hope, Small Knife admired such will.

Unfortunately, they realized too late; had it been several decades earlier, surely they would all be Lord Level experts.

These matters are pointless.

And there's no need to think more about it.

The Undying Mad Martial Small Knife opened his eyes, for the Lord arrived.

The dense Martial Dao Will, intangible pressure, felt without needing to approach.

Small Knife opened his eyes and stared directly at the opponent.

The opponent also looked towards him.

Their eyes met, sparks flew.

The opponent showed no trace of contempt.

Even though he is a Lord.

Looking down on the enemy is also belittling oneself; being a Lord, he naturally wouldn't do so.

No need for much talking.

When the Lord stepped onto the stage,

the Undying Mad Martial let out a roar and charged forward.

Defeating the opponent, killing the opponent, giving everything, that is the greatest respect to a Lord.

Leaving the slightest margin is disrespect to the opponent, disrespect to oneself, disrespect to one's martial path; how can one talk of scaling the peak?

This is also the belief of a Lord, he directly swung his fist towards Small Knife.

The attack was all-out from the onset.

A three-hundred-round battle? Don't joke.

Life or death is in an instant.

The Undying Mad Martial's attack was the deadliest move; there was no so-called reservation.

The Divine Ape's Three Killing Techniques!

Mountain-Breaking Strike!

This is also the only thing the Undying Mad Martial comprehended.

Ever since his skull was shattered, breaking free at the moment of death, he had already transformed.

Upon waking from unconsciousness, he had comprehended most of it.

With one punch down.

His entire body's muscles and bones chimed.

A muffled sound ensued, his entire body's bones exploded, his arm's pores seeping blood.

All due to excessive force.

Only the Undying Mad Martial's monster-level recovery could afford such madness.

He utilized 180% of his power.

One punch.

His combat strength instantly depleted by 80%.

This punch, it can be said, he even used all his strength since childhood.

Either the enemy dies or he perishes.

If he did not kill the opponent, Small Knife himself is left with less than 20% combat strength.

Such a strike.

Leaving not a trace of retreat, it shocked even the Lord.

Because with such a punch, he dared not; even if killing the enemy, he would be crippled himself.