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The ground trembled, a deafening roar echoed, and energy surged wildly as various weapons flashed with brilliance amidst the chaos. At this midpoint of Yin Mountain, the scene became extraordinarily lively, attracting some nearby magical beasts that cautiously observed from a distance.
Bu fought alone against Bernie and the Black Tower, while Hong Lian was evenly matched with Byron. The exchanges between them were fierce and continuous, yet neither side could gain the upper hand.
Given Bu's strength, he could only hope to battle one of either Bernie or the Black Tower at most, and that would only be possible if he activated Bloodline Transformation. However, at present, both Bernie and the Black Tower had not fully recovered from their injuries. Although they were not missing limbs, they bore numerous bandaged wounds—at least seven or eight—which significantly affected their combat effectiveness.
Moreover, the most daunting aspect for Bu was the Seven Star Formation, which now consisted of only the three of them and could not be activated. Without the Amplification array, even with Byron and his companions injured, Bu did not regard them as a serious threat. This was why he chose to take the initiative.
However, while he could engage in battle, killing another person would prove quite difficult. Intermediate-level 4 warriors were not easy targets; even in their current weakened state, it would be extremely challenging for Bu to eliminate one without activating Bloodline Transformation.
Previously, the weakest among them, Scarred Man, had been taken down by Hong Lian only after a surprise attack. Now that both Bernie and the Black Tower were on high alert, any hint of an ambush or even a slight indication of a lethal move would put them on guard.
"This won't do; my energy cultivation is ultimately not as profound as theirs. Even though I have switched to Water Energy now and my energy recovery speed has increased significantly, if this drags on too long, it could lead to mutual destruction. It's a pity that the Destruction Set has been completely damaged; otherwise, with Destruction's four enchanted skills unleashing their power in an instant, I could have killed one of them without needing to activate Bloodline Transformation."
Bu swept his spear like a whip; waves of Water Energy surged alongside him, transforming the Taiyuan Spear into what seemed like an avatar of a water dragon. As it soared and danced wildly, the spear quivered—thrusting, stabbing, flicking, and piercing—creating a whirlwind of sound as it clashed repeatedly with Bernie's fan and the Meteor Hammer wielded by the Black Tower. The energy erupted violently, resulting in a stalemate.
He had considered activating Bloodline Transformation but hesitated. Once activated, he couldn't guarantee that his opponents wouldn't have hidden trump cards left to play.
He vividly recalled Simba's self-detonation; once Bloodline Transformation was initiated, he would have to eliminate both opponents without fail. Otherwise, revealing his own trump cards would leave him vulnerable to their full assault—who would emerge victorious was uncertain.
"I need a decisive opportunity for a killing blow; it seems I'll have to use Hong Lian as bait." Bu's eyes glinted coldly as he made up his mind.
At this moment, Hong Lian wielded Azure Dawn and executed Ethereal Thirteen Swords against Byron with great enthusiasm. Regardless of Byron's offensive or defensive maneuvers, Hong Lian consistently cycled through eight Sword Techniques.
These eight Sword Techniques were employed repeatedly—sometimes casually after breaking apart and sometimes seamlessly combined into lethal moves. They appeared simple and direct but were as elusive as antelope horns in the mist, causing Byron immense frustration.
Especially in the use of the Eighth Sword, it was almost flawless and unpredictable. No matter how sharp Byron's Thunder Sword Qi was, it couldn't compare to the dozens of Energy Wheels that Hong Lian continuously unleashed. The speed was so astonishing that it left little room for reaction. Moreover, each time the Eighth Sword was executed, it was accompanied by Water God Induction.
One finger guided the spirit, while the other guided the soul.
It was almost a form of mental attack, yet more mysterious than a typical mental assault, making it difficult to defend against.
As soon as the thought flashed through Bu's mind, Hong Lian understood his intention without hesitation and unleashed several sword energies combined with Water God Induction to push Byron back. Just as she was about to retreat, a sound of flute music suddenly emerged from the nearby forest.
The Flute Sound was ethereal, like a celestial melody that felt incredibly familiar upon entering their ears. It conjured an image of a cloud-covered celestial mountain surrounded by swirling mist and auspicious signs.
"Eve," the name flashed through everyone's minds. Unlike Bu's surprise and joy, Byron and his companions' expressions darkened suddenly, already contemplating retreat.
Colorful Rose Eve was not a title that just anyone could possess. Although this title primarily referred to Eve's Water God Technique, her mastery in mental attacks was also considerable.
Though she had low combat power, if she engaged someone directly, her strengths would not be apparent. However, if she concealed herself and used Mental Techniques to assist those in battle, the situation could easily change due to her involvement.
Through their brief skirmish, Byron and his companions had gained a deep understanding of Bu and Hong Lian's strength; they were evenly matched. If they had been uninjured, they would not have been taken seriously. But now they could not afford to underestimate them.
Bu did not want to drag things out until both sides were severely injured. Byron's group shared similar thoughts; after all, they were already wounded, and prolonging the fight would undoubtedly worsen their injuries. If Eve had not appeared, they might have held on for a while longer before seeking an opportunity to retreat. But now that Eve had made her move, they naturally lost their will to continue fighting.
Bu keenly noticed the change in expressions among Byron's group and couldn't help but smirk inwardly. He suddenly intensified his offensive stance, appearing relentless in his pursuit. Hong Lian even abandoned defense entirely and launched a frenzied attack, disregarding Byron's massive sword strikes as if she were willing to exchange injuries for injuries.
Faced with the sudden and frenzied assault from both Bu and Hong Lian, Byron's group's desire to retreat was shattered. Under such fierce attacks, if they did not concentrate on countering them and instead attempted to flee, unless one had extreme confidence in their speed, how could they treat their lives so lightly?
The violent energy surged and intertwined, the deafening sound of weapons clashing was unbearable. Faced with the life-and-death combat style of Red Lotus, Byron felt extremely frustrated and flustered. Meanwhile, Bernie and Black Tower, who were entangled by Bu, had flushed faces as they each unleashed the skills enchanted on their Amplification Equipment. For a moment, they managed to hold on against Bu's frenzied assault, but the bandages wrapped around their wounds had already soaked through with blood, clearly indicating that their injuries had reopened.
The distant sound of the Flute gradually became clearer and stronger. Byron and his companions felt restless, various illusions appearing in their minds. They knew these were not real, but under Bu and Red Lotus's relentless offensive, they had no chance to concentrate and dispel these illusions; they could only grit their teeth and endure.
The Flute Sound, though ethereal and melodious, contained a powerful Mental Power attack with great lethality!
Eve skillfully integrated Mental Technique into the Flute Sound, transmitting it in the form of sound waves—formless and intangible, making it nearly impossible to defend against.
To Bu's ears, it sounded like a melodious tune; however, to Byron and his companions, the melody transformed into a cacophony of battle sounds that evoked feelings of being devoured by countless demons or skinned alive. Those with weaker mental fortitude would inevitably fall into madness. In the heat of battle, such illusions could be fatal!
"Now's our chance!"
Under continuous pressure from the attacks, they finally saw an opportunity. As Bernie and Black Tower's techniques grew increasingly scattered and their strikes weakened, both appeared frantic with bloodshot eyes and labored breathing. Bu recognized this as a prime opportunity; he charged forward with determination, activating Bloodline Transformation.
With a powerful strike, he broke through like a hammer against Starry Night. Blood Wings unfurled behind him as his Speed surged dramatically. In an instant, he thrust his spear forward with lightning speed; the air erupted with a piercing explosion as the violent energy pierced through the mist in a long spear-like trajectory that lingered.
Aiming high could hit the head; thrusting low could target the legs—this thrust was executed in a straight line with speed akin to an arrow released from its bow!
A headshot!
Black Tower's eyes widened as he stood frozen in place. A dark red spot slowly spread across his forehead. Bernie’s face turned pale with horror; without hesitation, he prepared to unleash his final trump card. However, with a loud bang, flesh mixed with brain matter exploded as Black Tower's head burst open, splattering onto Bernie's face and causing him to shudder violently.
In that moment of shock, the sound of the spear slicing through the air echoed again—a chilling sound that tightened Bernie's heart as if death itself had arrived.
"Ah!" Bernie let out a desperate scream filled with fear and struggle, his handsome face twisted like a demon. At this moment, on the brink of death, he could no longer care about his injuries and unleashed the forbidden technique with the fastest speed of his life.
"Forbidden Technique: Soul-vanishing Fan!"
With a whoosh!
A strong wind suddenly arose, shrouding the area in mist. Bernie emitted a chilling and mournful cry as a translucent figure, shimmering with faint light, suddenly burst forth from above his head. Its appearance was strikingly similar to Bernie's own.
The moment this translucent figure appeared, it merged into the folding iron fan in his hand. Instantly, the fan radiated brilliant light and swung fiercely towards the approaching figure.
Buzz! As the wind stopped, the surrounding mist vanished into thin air. Not only that, but the air itself began to ripple, creating waves of distortion.
Bu's pupils constricted sharply as a strong sense of danger enveloped him. This threat was no less than that which he felt when Simba self-destructed in the cave.
He wanted to activate his Blood Wings to evade, but in that instant, it felt as if the ground had suppressed him. The air formed a binding force, rendering his wings immobile. Not only could his wings not flap, but even the spear he thrust forward came to a halt just three inches from Bernie's heart.
This sudden pause stemmed from the gaze of what seemed to be Bernie's soul within the iron fan. That gaze was filled with malice and curses, like an invisible hand controlling his body. The only thing he could still move was his soul.
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