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"Hold on for three moves."
Lin Qiubai took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on Qin Yuan.
Qin Yuan's eyelids trembled slightly as he tightened his grip on the sword and vanished from his spot.
The dangerous aura enveloped him like a thick fog, penetrating everywhere.
Lin Qiubai activated the Yufeng Jue and darted backward, buying himself a few seconds to condense the Blood Qi Domain on his Spear.
The domain was established.
Lin Qiubai's eyes sharpened.
He swept diagonally forward at an awkward angle.
The sound of metal clashing echoed, causing a painful sensation in the teeth.
The Longsword hidden in the Void, which was prepared to deliver a lethal strike to Lin Qiubai, was obstructed.
Qin Yuan's heart shook violently.
How long had it been? This kid's combat awareness had improved so much?!
He couldn't believe it!
It is hard to believe that such progress has been made at this astonishing speed.
From being unable to block even a single move at the beginning, to now being able to face him head-on and withstand one attack...
Qin Yuan suppressed the restlessness in his heart.
His figure vanished, along with Longsword and himself.
At this moment, Lin Qiubai also felt a tremendous shock in his hands, his arm muscles trembling uncontrollably, nearly losing grip on the Spear.
Yet he felt no hint of defeat or discouragement; instead, he was filled with fervor.
The spear's momentum suddenly changed, and countless Blood-colored Spears slowly emerged.
"Here comes that strange yet powerful Martial Arts again."
The rapidly moving Qin Yuan wore a serious expression. Although Lin Qiubai's move seemed simple, he had added many variations to it.
Perhaps even Lin Qiubai himself was unaware of this.
The technique known as Blood Battle in Hell, originally focused on "piercing through the heart with countless arrows," was quietly undergoing a transformation at this moment.
The lack of agility and the tendency for attacks to miss were being altered.
For example, during Qin Yuan's last attack, when Lin Qiubai's blood-colored domain had not yet fully coalesced, two hundred Blood-colored Spears had been shattered.
Now, Lin Qiubai's ability to condense the blood-colored domain is anything but rigid; instead, it is formed in the heat of battle, maintaining its lethality while becoming unpredictable and varied.
Lin Qiubai possesses treasures like the Broken Yuan Pulse Dragon Spirit.
His comprehension amplifies fivefold at any moment, combined with his already impressive talent and the life-threatening crisis that stimulates his potential, so his rapid progress is to be expected.
However, Qin Yuan cannot discern the details; he attributes all of this to Lin Qiubai's martial arts and desires to possess them.
"I want your martial arts!"
Qin Yuan shouted lowly, his killing intent surging as sword light poured down like a torrential rain.
A sword strikes from the east...
Blood seals the throat...
After all, Qin Yuan overwhelms Lin Qiubai in cultivation, and his moves leave Lin Qiubai struggling to defend himself.
However, under pressure, Lin Qiubai unexpectedly unleashed several responses that astonished Qin Yuan.
"No! This kid is too strange. He's actually using me as a whetstone; I can't get entangled any longer."
Qin Yuan was secretly alarmed. Although Lin Qiubai was injured, he still resisted fiercely, employing vicious and ruthless techniques that often countered his attacks.
Qin Yuan valued his life and dared not clash head-on.
This led to Lin Qiubai behaving like a wild monkey, bouncing around endlessly, which infuriated him.
"Quick and decisive, to avoid prolonged troubles."
Qin Yuan's sword sank like water, pressing down the Longsword, as a purple Sword Light slowly gathered, resembling the thunderclouds forming in the sky.
Lin Qiubai suddenly felt alert, not daring to take it head-on. His figure flickered, and the Formation shimmered with bright light, blocking Qin Yuan's strongest strike, before he gasped for breath and retreated from the Formation.
Inside the Formation, Qin Yuan was consumed by rage, spitting out a mouthful of reverse blood, clearly suffering from the backlash of his secret technique.
He did not expect Lin Qiubai to be so shameless, retreating without hesitation. Yet he was helpless and could only roar in frustration, slashing at the Formation.
"I truly kneel before you!"
The spirit of the weapon wore an expression of admiration as it looked at Lin Qiubai, whose body was drenched in blood and trembling violently all over.
Heartfelt admiration.
"Have you heard of tempered steel? It takes a thousand strikes to forge exceptional steel. I lack foundation but not the perseverance to endure countless trials."
Lin Qiubai's gaze was resolute, with a hint of a smile on his face.
This smile made the weapon spirit's heart tremble, not daring to respond.
Lin Qiubai spat out a mouthful of blood foam, sat cross-legged, and while healing himself, began sketching the Formation, increasing the number of Sealing Arrays to four thousand.
Qin Yuan sensed the changes in the seals within the Formation. Furious to the point of smoke coming out of his ears, he shouted: "Ah! You brat! You are the most shameless person I have ever seen! Next time, I will definitely kill you with one strike!"
He had already decided that next time, even if he had to suffer serious injuries, he would unleash his full power in a single blow.
With this thought, Qin Yuan took out a few pills from the ring and slowly began to adjust his breathing.
Meanwhile, Lin Qiubai ignored Qin Yuan's shouting and sat cross-legged outside the formation, meticulously savoring every frame of the recent battle, analyzing each detail, and making corresponding adjustments.
This ability was truly terrifying.
If Qin Yuan were to find out, he would surely be even more restless.
...
"I can try to comprehend the Blood Battle in the Abyss..."
After a long while, Lin Qiubai opened his eyes and rubbed his chest, where he still felt a heaviness, indicating that it was not suitable to continue fighting for the time being.
Thus, he flipped his palm over, and five Enlightenment Stones fell into his hand. He gently crushed them, allowing the mysterious power within the jade to slowly seep into his skin. A refreshing sensation surged into his mind.
At this moment, Lin Qiubai's comprehension was amplified tenfold, helping him grasp god-level Martial Arts at a terrifying speed.
Under the starry sky, with the cold solitary moon hanging directly above the Rift Valley, Lin Qiubai finally opened his eyes and calmly walked into the sealing formation...
...
Time seemed to stand still during cultivation.
Everything beneath the Rift Valley appeared unchanged.
Only in a certain area did a faint golden light subtly emerge.
At this moment, a young man in white stood quietly in the void, his silver spear shining brilliantly under the blazing sun, making it hard to look directly at him.
He wore a calm expression.
The weapon spirit stared blankly; the actions of its master were often absurd, yet each time, it felt that it had to be done this way.
Only by doing so could one truly embody the style of an unparalleled genius!
For instance, this time, being pursued by a powerful figure from the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm should have been a certain death situation. Even if he managed to escape, it would have been in utter disgrace.
However, Lin Qiubai not only survived but also did not flee in embarrassment; instead, he suppressed Qin Yuan and crazily used him as a sharpening stone!
Two days prior, Qin Yuan had not realized this.
But on the third day, Qin Yuan finally saw through Lin Qiubai's intentions and was furious beyond measure.
As a dignified Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm expert, killing someone from the Origin Realm's sixth level was as easy as flipping a hand. Yet here he was, being used as a sharpening stone by an ant like Lin Qiubai!
This was intolerable!
What infuriated Qin Yuan even more was that every time Lin Qiubai left heavily injured and returned, he would become even stronger!
Moreover, each defeat not only failed to diminish Lin Qiubai's pride but instead caused his momentum to rise steadily.
By three months later, Lin Qiubai's agility and reaction speed in battle had become terrifyingly formidable.
Even Qin Yuan could vaguely feel some strain.
At this moment, Lin Qiubai looked down at the Six Thousand Formation beneath him.
A mix of emotions surged within him.
Facing death can lead a person to profound realizations. Obsession, resentment, pain... in that fleeting moment before death, everything seems to be elevated, a mystical experience akin to rebirth.
A smile of longing appeared at the corner of Lin Qiubai's lips.
His Half-Step Spear Intent was comprehended when he was on the brink of death!
The minor success of Blood Battle in Hell was also realized when his blood was about to run dry!
His cultivation at the Seventh Layer of the Primordial Realm was achieved while he struggled to breathe from his injuries!
Two hundred and forty-one brushes with death. Two hundred and forty-one encounters with life and death. This forged the currently unmatched Lin Qiubai.
He raised his hand lightly, and the layers of the Six Thousand Formation parted like a disrupted River of Jianghe, revealing Qin Yuan, who had been trapped for a full three months.
"Have you rested well?"
Lin Qiubai gazed at the figure within the formation and coldly uttered a defiant remark.
The wind whipped his clothing fiercely, and his long hair flowed back like a waterfall.
The wind was wild.
And so was he.
Qin Yuan raised his head, a serious expression on his face.
Lin Qiubai had given him a lot of high-quality ointment last night, allowing him to recover to his peak condition, but even so, he still felt pressure like a mountain.
"Once you're ready, you can die..."
Lin Qiubai sneered lightly, and in an instant, his figure vanished from the spot, as if he were a bolt of lightning that zipped past Qin Yuan.
After a brief flicker, he retreated, turned around, and walked away with determined steps from the Rift Valley where he had stayed for three months.
Only Qin Yuan remained standing there in a daze, his eyes vacant.
It was as if nothing had happened.
Just a few dozen breaths later, a fist-sized hole appeared in Qin Yuan's chest, and scalding blood gushed out, splattering three meters away...
The spirit of the artifact wore a complex expression as it glanced back at the fallen Corpse, remaining silent.
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