A formidable Spiral Dragon Stab, this move was unstoppable not only because it began with the speed of lightning, but also because its actions flowed seamlessly without the slightest flaw, as the spear seemed to transform into Sistine's very being, whistling from bottom to top.

Feng Luo's pupils contracted intensely... This powerful piercing move was fundamentally impossible to block head-on. As thoughts raced, Feng Luo quickly devised a strategy, attempting a feint to swiftly evade. Feng Luo temporarily gathered strength and launched a series of straight punches, trying to exploit a sudden interaction to seek a flaw by rapidly changing his moves.

Sistine's lips inexplicably curved at this moment, "Seventh Apostle Secret Technique: Explosive Chain Style."

Blocking movement—just as their positions were about to deviate in an instant, the spear tip suddenly morphed into countless afterimages, making it impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion, thoroughly intercepting Feng Luo's path of movement.

For a moment, Feng Luo had no time to look around and was dazzled, unaware that a careless moment would see his body violently whipped out by the spear like a soft whip, shooting into the ground like a bullet.

Fortunately, Feng Luo recovered in a flash upon landing, avoiding unnecessary damage. In fact, even direct contact with the ground would scarcely matter; resistance to impacts is always a warrior's strength, and a consistent standard for warriors is physical resilience.

Hence, such an attack that seems fatal might be dangerously impactful to Xiu Yi, Jiu Ling, and even Xixi, but when it comes to fatty, Red Ghost, and Feng Luo, their super strong resilience can bear the damage to the maximum extent.

This is precisely why, in early battles, the guardians of the Jade Clear Sect found it hard to withstand regular attacks from the Titan royal family. Under conditions where the sides were inherently imbalanced, physical disadvantage becomes a critical factor in being overwhelmed. This battle is clearly a confrontation between warriors.

As he slowly stood up, Feng Luo lightly patted away the dust, then exploded into action, leaping forward for a thunderous assault on Sistine.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

Thunder continuously roared in the void, both parties' attacks landed solidly, fists meeting bodies; amid their high-speed movement, ground level beauties were utterly dumbfounded! Precisely speaking, they found it nearly impossible to catch sight of the movements of both parties with their naked eyes; coupled with the already dim sky, the battle was better heard than seen. At least, the transmission of sound accurately reflected the positions of the two.

This is the truly terrifying aspect of two million combat power, only by experiencing firsthand did they realize how dreadful both parties' aura was—a pressure like Mount Tai.

To some extent, when strength reaches this level, variations in technique gradually lose significance. As combat intensity rises, few will consider relying on tactics for victory before absolute power; attacks landing solidly become the effective means.

Of course, physical endurance is crucial, and in front of the mighty Titan royal family, human physical limits inherently do not hold an advantage. Even as strong as Feng Luo, his swift movements began to slow down as time passed, gradually falling into a bitter struggle.

In contrast, the royal Sistine, bolstered by the Dark Chloe state, showed no sign of weakening, instead growing stronger with each attack.

Boom...

Feng Luo was struck flying again, this time horizontally, the mighty impact embedding his body into the cliffside.

Sistine was too strong, her strength undoubtedly unquestionable, as the eyes of the Titan elf warriors on the ground were filled with admiration!

Yet Sistine was long accustomed to such gazes, calmly flapping her wings and flying to Feng Luo's side, looking down at the human youth... ultimately sighing lightly, "Is this really all there is?"

Facing Sistine's questioning, Feng Luo hung his head slightly, maintaining a motionless posture without giving any explanation; he had no desire to explain anything to the enemy.

The brief quiet did not last long, with a sudden explosive shout, Feng Luo's eyes opened wide, almost catching Sistine off guard with a swift hand, launching a light wave.

Unfortunately, Feng Luo lacked stamina; though his actions were quick, the moment he struck required brief energy gathering, which was useless before the fully victorious Sistine.

Sistine's figure made no visible movement, merely tilting her head slightly, and the fluttering hair proved she had indeed moved, but merely with a slight head motion, she perfectly dodged the attack.

"Truly a pity, you missed, thinking I'd find some amusement. You're considered strong among humans, but how unfortunate..."

Sistine hesitated, as if she had unfinished words, then swung a punch aimed at Feng Luo's chest chamber. At this point, Feng Luo could only react reflexively, unaware it was a feint, as Sistine's movement vanished suddenly, and when Feng Luo attempted to observe, his abdomen suddenly endured a hammer-like assault.

This was an attack with no foresight, the stark contrast causing him to dry retch, yet he spat out nothing.

At this moment, Feng Luo's heart was greatly shocked; this overturned his expectations. Though the Titan elf clan has supreme constitution in their world, they are not at such a level—indeed, even if facing the most formidable Titan elf, he could go head-to-head and seize an advantage. But... any royal here could make him feel so humiliated.

Feng Luo was unwilling, deeply unwilling!

That was the story that Brother Xiu Yi often told, and Aunt Blade occasionally reminisced about; they often cherished the past and would sigh with statements like, "If Feng Yi were still here, it'd be wonderful." Indeed, father was their most trusted companion and the person they relied on most.

They said that until the end of his life, Feng Yi never lost a battle; even against equally powerful foes, or opponents stronger than himself, none could defeat him. Linking his father's undefeated legend to his own predicament, Feng Luo felt incredibly unwilling.

He was already very strong, strong enough to rival his father's era; but why couldn't he defeat the enemy before him, while the elders gave father such high praise? Feng Luo had never seen his father fight Sistine.

Conversely, it was precisely because he hadn't seen Feng Yi that, after traversing parallel dimensions, he was eager to see him, even if it was him from back then, even if just in a video. Fortunately, he had seen him.

That was a battle two years ago, a virtual duel, where his father used mid-stage Legendary Realm, with combat power of 1 million, to fight Sistine with ease, barely breaking a sweat. Yet now, he himself being indeed stronger than his father was back then, the result was a devastating defeat.

Sistine punched hard again at Feng Luo's chest and abdomen, Feng Luo felt a sweet taste in his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, splattering on his opponent's exquisite face. Sistine barely frowned, seemingly unaware, gripping Feng Luo's collar, "Speak, fight back, keep going, boy."

"Ha!"

Enraged, Feng Luo gathered strength a second time, with an explosive burst, instantly repelling his opponent. He almost used all his might, stumbling as he swung out his fist...

Amidst the sound of breaking through the air, swoosh...

However, the attack missed, as Sistine easily sidestepped in mid-air, replacing it with a knee harshly thrusting into Feng Luo's chest and stomach, followed by an elbow chase.

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