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With the Panlong Blade in hand, Wang Chao could no longer suppress the anger within him. He had heard too many stories and witnessed too many betrayals, yet he never imagined it would happen to him. Zhang Fusheng had never truly had friends since childhood, while Wang Chao had grown up alone. They were supposed to be close comrades, yet here they were, at this point. Both were on the move, and in an instant, Wang Chao thought of many things—many people and many events.
There was Huangfu Yan, who had lost three sons and did not want to lose power again; the old man who developed the Zombie Virus to save his granddaughter; the elderly man who charged into a horde of zombies to protect everyone when the Zombie Virus first broke out; the young grass who found love only before death; and the soldier who shielded others from a nuclear leak with his own body. Wang Chao had encountered too many people—some labeled as good, others as bad—but it was these individuals that made the world vibrant and rich.
"Three years ago, I fought you!" Wang Chao declared. "I didn't lose back then!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chao moved swiftly, swinging the Panlong Blade directly at Zhang Fusheng's face. Zhang Fusheng clasped his hands together and managed to firmly grip Wang Chao's Panlong Blade. "At that time, I didn't use my full strength!" he replied. With that, both men sneered simultaneously. Wang Chao kicked out, and Zhang Fusheng blocked with his leg. Wang Chao then released the Panlong Blade and transformed his hands into Bone Knives, stabbing toward Zhang Fusheng with lightning speed.
Seeing this, Zhang Fusheng let go of the Panlong Blade and began to dance with his fingers. The air around him started to ripple with his movements, compressing into wind blades that sliced toward Wang Chao. Wang Chao quickly retracted his Bone Knives and performed a sideways roll to evade the gusts of air, which flew past him and struck an electric pole behind him.
While evading, Wang Chao seized the opportunity to grab the Panlong Blade again. Using the momentum from his roll, he swung it horizontally. Zhang Fusheng leaped high into the air, landing directly on the blade's edge, balancing on one foot while looking down at Wang Chao. Remarkably, Wang Chao held up the Panlong Blade with one hand without any tremor. This moment alone showcased their terrifying strength.
At that moment, a loud crash echoed behind them as Wang Chao sensed without looking that the electric pole had fallen. His guess was correct; the wind blade created by Zhang Fusheng had traveled too fast and passed through the pole before its particles could disperse completely. Now, under the gentle breeze, it finally lost its balance and toppled over.
The two locked eyes and moved simultaneously. In a flurry of motion, they exchanged blows in rapid succession—over a hundred strikes in mere moments. "Perhaps you really can kill me," Zhang Fusheng said with a hint of surprise. "Your progress is impressive! No wonder you were the only one who saw the cosmic chaos back then. But your training time is still too short; give it three to five more years, and I won't stand a chance against you! Ha ha!"
"But I can't wait three to five years!" Wang Chao replied fiercely. "Some things can't even wait until tomorrow!"
"You don't have that opportunity now!" With that declaration, Zhang Fusheng launched a counterattack, finally serious about their duel. Until now, it had been Wang Chao on the offensive while Zhang Fusheng passively defended himself as if testing Wang Chao's abilities. Now he believed Wang Chao was capable of fighting him!
Standing still, Zhang Fusheng resembled an imposing mountain pressing down on Wang Chao, creating immense pressure. But once he moved, he became like a swift wind; his actions shifted rapidly, almost blurring before Wang Chao's eyes. More wind blades surged toward him as he dodged left and right while occasionally countering with his Panlong Blade. Their clothes were sliced by these sharp gusts like daggers; nearby walls and electric poles fell under their assault. If anyone were watching closely, they would see lines of fractures marking their path.
Wang Chao's Panlong Blade moved like a true dragon—thrusting, charging, stabbing, slashing—each strike carried an overwhelming force akin to capturing a dragon. Meanwhile, Zhang Fusheng wielded no weapons but had mastered the Breathing Technique so thoroughly that his hands became knives, swords, guns—any weapon imaginable—compressing and merging air currents into weapons of their own making. He truly embodied harmony between man and nature!
This was the true embodiment of a master. Wang Chao had seen Zhang Yunhao use the Breathing Technique, and he had also witnessed Old Man Wu employing it. He had even watched videos of others using the Breathing Technique from Little Grass's Storage Ring. Yet, none could wield it like Zhang Fusheng. Zhang Fusheng truly deserved to be called the foremost practitioner of ancient martial arts!
As Wang Chao observed, a thought emerged in his mind. Watching those hand gestures and the manipulation of the world's energy, he mentally recorded everything, like a thirst for knowledge driving him to absorb information frantically. His mind raced, imprinting every move firmly in his memory. However, fully digesting these techniques would take time. At that moment, it seemed Zhang Fusheng had already exhausted all his moves and was repeating them for a second time!
Yet, Zhang Fusheng wasn't using his full strength; he was only exerting seventy percent of his power! This left Wang Chao puzzled. It appeared that the only explanation was that Zhang Fusheng felt he didn't need to use all his strength against him. With this thought in mind, Wang Chao decided to stop holding back. Aside from still not activating the Breathing Technique, he had already utilized most of his moves with Bone Knife, Silver Stream, and Golden Armor!
"Variant skills!" Zhang Fusheng seemed even more excited and exclaimed loudly, "I never expected that besides ancient martial arts, you would possess so many variant skills as well. This is getting interesting!"
Wang Chao ignored Zhang Fusheng's teasing and began to draw a peculiar shape on the ground with his feet before launching an attack at Zhang Fusheng. Zhang Fusheng quickly realized that Wang Chao was merging ancient martial arts with variant skills. This footwork balanced offense and defense; it seemed as if he could anticipate Zhang Fusheng's moves, always dodging his attacks by a second.
Zhang Fusheng sneered coldly, and then the energy around him shifted dramatically. It appeared he was finally ready to get serious.
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