Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate-Chapter 2085 - 1068: Death!

Certainly, here's the English translation of the given text from the Chinese novel:

However, Lin Tianming is a dual cultivator of body and law.

Even now, the sheer strength of Lin Tianming's body alone is enough to crush most cultivators of the same level.

Although Zhao Yang's strength is not weak and his combat experience is quite rich, his current situation is one of unavoidable desperation.

Besides, at such close attack distance, Zhao Yang had no means to resist.

So, at this moment, Zhao Yang could only hope that Lin Tianming's attack would allow him to escape perfectly.

Otherwise, if he were hit by Lin Tianming's fist, there's a high chance he'd be killed in one blow.

At the very least, he would end up severely injured.

At this point, Zhao Yang realized this fact.

Because of this, besides being terrified, Zhao Yang's heart was filled with despair.

However, time did not allow him to think, and Lin Tianming would not give him any breathing space.

Faced with the fist like a small mountain crashing down, Zhao Yang had no choice but to use all his strength, pushing his movement technique speed to the extreme.

Only by dodging as much as possible does he have a glimmer of hope of surviving.

Conversely, if he did nothing and stood in place waiting for the judgment of fate, death was inevitable.

Deeply aware of this, Zhao Yang entered a frenzied state beyond desperation, and his speed dramatically increased several levels at that moment.

In an instant, Zhao Yang had maneuvered over a dozen feet, suddenly appearing at another location.

By this time, Lin Tianming already foresaw Zhao Yang's actions, so his fist altered its trajectory to precisely strike Zhao Yang's landing spot.

No sooner said than done, Zhao Yang had just stabilized his position, but before he could make his next move, Lin Tianming's fist slammed into his back.

In that instant, a piercing cry resounded.

Then, Zhao Yang's body flew like a kite with a broken string, soaring in a graceful arc.

Even in mid-air, Zhao Yang vomited blood in large mouthfuls, his complexion turned deathly pale.

With a dull thud, Zhao Yang fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily, forming a deep pit shaped like his body.

In less than an instant, a cloud of dust rose up, engulfing a small area.

Amidst the dust, in the bottom of the pit was Zhao Yang, struggling in pain but unable to crawl out.

When the dust cleared somewhat, Zhao Yang's figure was revealed.

Looking around, Zhao Yang was lying in the pit, struggling, with a fist-sized hole in his back, the injury mangling his flesh, his upper robe torn to shreds and blood had already stained the ground.

Moreover, beneath his body, blood had pooled, and Zhao Yang's treasure sword stood upright on the flat ground beside the pit.

By now, Zhao Yang's face was as pale as could be, and his breath dropped to the freezing point.

He continued to struggle, trying to crawl out of the pit.

However, many of his internal meridians were broken, his overall injuries too severe, and his power dwindled to less than two-tenths of its peak state.

In such severe state, Zhao Yang desperately tried to stand, but was unable to do so.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhao Yang felt hopeless, thinking that in the upcoming magic duel, he wouldn't stand a chance against a formidable being like Lin Tianming.

Now, even an ordinary early stage golden core cultivator could probably kill him without expending much time or effort.

Thus, at this moment, Zhao Yang facing Lin Tianming so closely is entirely in a vulnerable position.

As for whether he can survive the next attack, strictly speaking, it depends on luck.

And this situation is deadly for Zhao Yang, yet he is powerless to change anything, only able to await the judgment of fate.

Thus, Zhao Yang just tried desperately to climb out of the pit, after struggling for a long time, he finally stood up shakily.

Meanwhile, not far away, Lin Tianming watched Zhao Yang like a grim reaper.

In his eyes, Zhao Yang's strength is formidable, almost comparable to Lin Tianyun.

Even under the same conditions, if they truly fought, Zhao Yang's attack would be more threatening and his combat power clearly stronger.

And Lin Tianyun's advantage lies in his movement speed and stamina during prolonged battles.

From this perspective, Zhao Yang's true strength lives up to being the leader of the Five Great Golden Elixir Protectors.

Furthermore, within the Blood Red Alliance, Zhao Yang's talent is not weak, his potential for growth second only to Situ Jian.

If not for Situ Jian's exceptional skills, Zhao Yang could easily replace him, thereby utilizing the resources and training from the Blood Red Alliance to become the new generation Saint Heir.

So, Zhao Yang, possessing such good talent and outstanding growth potential, poses a considerable threat to any enemy force.

Lin Tianming is fully aware of this.

And now, these people from the Blood Red Alliance are Lin Tianming's greatest obstacle to obtaining the Nine-Turned Golden Lotus.

At this critical moment, no one has the option to retreat.

So, Lin Tianming doesn't intend to waste this rare opportunity to weaken the overall strength of the Blood Red Alliance.

Understanding this, Lin Tianming launched a new round of attacks again before Zhao Yang could react.