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"Child... I will give you one minute to prepare. After one minute, when my palm falls, we shall see how lucky you are."
At this moment, Habea III had gradually approached within ten paces, his cold snort accompanied by an extremely chilling gaze. Despite his frail appearance like a withered vine or an old tree, every movement contained immense pressure.
Bu Qing chuckled and shook his head, saying, "How about we make another bet? Let's wager on whether you can kill me or not."
Habea III was taken aback, clearly caught off guard by Bu's words. Meanwhile, the Gray-Clad Elder's phantom gradually floated beside him. Hearing Bu's confident and provocative words, he stared at Bu in astonishment, seemingly trying to understand the source of his strong confidence.
However, under this scrutiny, the Gray-Clad Elder found it difficult to discern anything extraordinary about Bu, who looked utterly disheveled. Of course, this was because he had not used his divine sense to investigate closely; otherwise, he would have discovered that Bu's physical qualities far exceeded those of an ordinary Intermediate Level warrior.
"Facing death, you still dare to be sharp-tongued." After a moment of shock, Habea III laughed in anger. His internal energy suddenly erupted, causing mud and water on the ground to splatter everywhere.
Bu did not evade; he allowed the mud and water to drench him and mocked, "So... you admit you don't have the ability to kill me, which is why you don't dare to bet... tsk tsk..." He wore a look of disdainful ridicule.
Habea III's murderous intent and fury surged within him as he bit his lip and said, "Greed knows no bounds; how do you want to bet? I'll humor you. Regardless of the terms, after one palm strike, you're dead. You won't gain anything more."
"Alright..." Bu smiled cheerfully and continued, "I bet that you cannot kill me. The stake is my life; if you kill me, then you've won the stake. If you cannot kill me, then you must agree to one request of mine that is within your capabilities. This bet will be witnessed by the Elder; I assume you won't object?"
The Gray-Clad Elder blinked in surprise at Bu, his gaze seeming to want to dissect Bu's head to see what structure lay within. In such a dire situation, instead of thinking about how to save his life, he was contemplating how to gain benefits. Just how much courage did he possess?
Habea III curled his lips; at this moment, he felt no anger—only endless murderous intent filled his mind with thoughts of smashing Bu into a pulp after one palm strike until nothing remained. He could hardly wait: "One request? Ten requests? I can agree to any of them as long as you have the life to ask. The minute is up; prepare to die."
As soon as he finished speaking, Habea III's powerful energy suddenly gathered into his right palm. A strong aura of destruction radiated from his palm in brilliant golden light.
"Wait, wait!" Seeing this situation unfold, Bu waved his hands and stepped back.
This caused the Gray-Clad Elder to freeze in surprise; Habea III was equally stunned. Everyone watching was momentarily dumbfounded and took a while to react.
"Elder... you heard him just now; he will agree to ten requests! You need to witness this for me... If you don't witness it, I won't go through with it... You..." As Bu retreated, he chattered incessantly. With each word he spoke, Habea III's expression darkened further. The faces of everyone around also grew increasingly strange until finally Habea III could no longer contain himself. His face was so dark it seemed like water could drip from it as he roared furiously: "Die!"
This voice boomed like thunder from Habea III's mouth, causing clouds and mist to swirl violently and shaking the ground beneath them. Countless cracks appeared with creaking sounds as if the earth itself were about to collapse. The sound of this collapse echoed continuously from numerous fissures all around.
Moreover, at the moment this voice rang out, an overwhelming pressure suddenly descended and slowly coalesced in Habea III's radiant golden palm as if he held a world within it.
Step's gaze suddenly shrank, and an intense life-and-death crisis descended upon him, so strong that it shook his soul and spirit. This crisis was unprecedented; no matter how he resisted or tried to escape, it felt as if he could not avoid death.
This crisis was even more intense than when he faced Hawk, overwhelming to the point where Step felt an illusion of already being dead.
In a thunderous roar, a massive palm print of condensed energy suddenly shot out from Habea III's hand. The palm print was enormous; despite losing the vast pressure from its initial Monarch aura amplification, it remained incredibly powerful!
The five energy fingers resembled five towering peaks, and the entire massive palm print seemed like a mountain crushing down upon him.
Step's face turned pale, and his heart raced wildly as he watched the gigantic light palm rushing towards him, shaking the ground. In that moment of constricted pupils, a strong unwillingness and struggle against death erupted from deep within his heart.
"Why should I sit back and wait for this palm? Even if I take this blow, I will still be nothing but a pawn struggling under someone else's control. I must break this palm! I must shatter my inner fears and respect; only by breaking can I stand tall again!"
Bu Shuang's eyes revealed fierce battle intent. As her long hair flew, her Bloodline Transformation activated, with her fiery bloodline burning like flowing lava. Bloodthirsty Fangs extended from her canine teeth, and her ten fingers transformed into sharp claws like knives, while even her shoulder blades felt hot and itchy, as if something were about to burst forth.
Her attributes surged explosively, and the majestic energy within her surged like a stream joining a mighty river, filling her muscles with explosive power.
Without hesitation, Step's bloodthirsty narrow eyes radiated ferocity. With a single motion, the Azure Morning Sword was drawn, and the tenth sword of Ethereal Thirteen Swords howled forth!
This sword aimed directly at the incoming Destructive Giant Palm. No shadow appeared behind Step; instead, swirling black mist manifested above his Energy Seed. A tremendous pulling force emanated from this whirlpool of black mist.
Step felt his soul tremble as an intense fatigue washed over him. However, this feeling vanished in an instant, replaced by an unprecedented surge of energy flooding his body.
This overwhelming energy was so powerful that it surged towards Step's acupoints and meridians like a wild horse breaking free. Even more rushed into his muscles and bones.
Severe pain spread throughout his body; it felt as if he might explode. His bloodthirsty eyes turned increasingly red, blurring the distinction between sclera and pupil until only blood remained. As the power within the black mist whirlpool erupted, Step's skin began to roughen and age; even his dark hair showed signs of graying.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. In that brief moment, the energy-laden giant palm descended with a thunderous roar. The cracks in the earth multiplied at that instant as immense pressure surged from all directions like invisible hands striking down upon him. Although this palm could not compare to Habea III's Quasi-Advanced strike, its might was still astonishing.
At that moment of near madness, Step unleashed his tenth sword in full force.
No sword light or shadow was visible; at the moment he thrust out the sword, Azure Dawn vanished without a trace. Instead, a torrent of black mist spread forth—this black mist originated from the same source as the whirlpool within Step's body—almost instantly covering the Destructive Giant Palm that loomed just three yards away.
Everyone watching this battle widened their eyes in shock. Some older experts were astonished by the might of Step's sudden Sword Technique. Others recalled the fleeting dark shadow behind him during previous confrontations; in astonishment, they gasped: "The black mist... this Sword Technique... could it be that forbidden technique known across dozens of countries years ago—Ethereal Thirteen Swords?"
"What... is this really the Ethereal Thirteen Swords?" More people began to exclaim.
The person who spoke earlier stared intently, affirming, "It can't be wrong; this must be that terrifying Forbidden Technique—Ethereal Thirteen Swords. The appearance of ghostly shadows accompanying the sword is merely a sign of its manifestation. There are many similar ghostly shadow sword techniques, such as the well-known Mother and Son Sword from the Intermediate combat skills.
Over the years, the only one that can emit a dark mist when unleashed, obscuring both sword light and shadow, is this bizarre and unpredictable Ethereal Thirteen Swords."
The crowd buzzed with discussion. Sean Sterling, Elena, Kalandor, Reynold, Gaia... at this moment also heard the murmurs from the crowd, their expressions varying.
The dark mist resembled apocalyptic ash spewing from a volcano, yet it carried an extreme chill that could freeze one's soul. Within this icy coldness, sharp sword energy floated like a chilling wind, swiftly colliding with the approaching Destructive Giant Palm.
The booming sound reverberated instantly as a massive shockwave surged like an angry tide, wildly spreading outward. In this moment of madness, with eyes bloodshot, he faced the impact of the giant palm head-on without retreating an inch.
As the immense force struck him, his skin almost instantly ruptured, blood vessels burst open, and blood gushed forth. However, at the moment these wounds appeared, a stronger suction force erupted from within his body as the dark mist contracted. Bu Mianrong seemed to age ten years in an instant; his black hair gradually turned pale. A torrent of energy erupted from the whirlpool of dark mist, and in the blink of an eye, all his wounds healed completely.
As these wounds healed, his skin became tougher, his bones stronger, and each movement of his muscles unleashed tremendous power. Even the energy within him seemed to boil like hot water, rapidly expanding and surging. It was as if his suddenly aged appearance was merely an illusion; those strands of noticeable white hair were just temporary.
With the instant recovery of his injuries and another surge of energy within him, the dark mist transformed by that sword became even denser like a magical cloud enveloping the Destructive Giant Palm.
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