This strike wasn't bad at all. Shaking his somewhat sore wrist, Feng Yi unveiled a contorted smile on his face, indicating a mixture of exasperation and rage. Damn it! Was someone actually looking down on him? He spat and bounced into the air immediately, leaping to the summit, forming an eagle strike pose accompanied by the long cry of a hawk. It was the advanced military tactic - Falcon Assault.

Everyone knew how terrifying the Falcon Assault was, yet the Faceless Strength King brazenly took a step forward, blocking the strike with a loud smack. It was quite evident how frightening the attack was, as it winds spiraled around both of them!

The Faceless Strength King obviously wanted to seize Feng Yi's ankle forcibly. Owing to the overwhelming momentum of the Falcon Kick, it promptly slipped out of his hand.

Everyone knows that Falcon Assault is a powerful offensive skill. The disadvantage is a slight delay unfocus at the moment of landing. However, Feng Yi seemed unaffected as he landed, his fingers touched the ground first, followed by force from his wrist, and with his forearm driving his whole body, he performed a 360-degree reverse sweep...

The Faceless Strength King took a step forward to checkmate Feng Yi and launched the first attack, leaning forward and bending down, intending to grab Feng Yi for the second time.

However, Feng Yi continuously switched his tactics midway through the Thomas spin. His hand was strong and extremely quick, forcibly making a jump from below and squeezing his single knee like a windmill, tightly locking the neck of the Faceless Strength King. With an exaggerated maneuver, he dragged along the Faceless Strength King, spinning several times before heavily throwing him to the ground. The mountains-like body instantly caused the ground to vibrate upon impact.

A phrase goes, "Don't give it if you can't take it". Looking at his opponent who had fallen to the ground, Feng Yi neither pursued nor instigated any more, simply raised his head as a gesture, which was the biggest response to the third apostle.

The Faceless Strength King let out an explosive sound and suddenly jumped up from the ground, followed by a straight punch towards Feng Yi...

Feng Yi's palm firmly caught the strength of the punch and tried to use his opponent's force against him to throw the Strength King away, however, in the next moment, the Faceless Strength King didn't fall but instead inexplicably launched a wave of furious attacks against Feng Yi.

With a crackling sound, Feng Yi managed to defend with one hand, but the continuing onslaught was like a torrential downpour, making it impossible to fend off.

As Feng Yi retreated, he was unable to block hundreds of short punches with both hands. Instead of shaking off the attack from the Faceless Strength King, its speed intensified; Feng Yi's figure was virtually lifted off the ground by the stacked heavy downpour of punches.

The feeling of being off the ground implied he was about to lose his balance. Feng Yi recognized this would be a huge disadvantage for him at this moment, as the duel's intensity was still escalating…To break the tempo of the continuous suppression, Feng Yi abruptly switched from blocking to horizontal whipping his hand. With the inertia, his waist exerted sudden force and delivered a sweeping kick - a streak in the air flashed and disappeared in a split second...

The Faceless Strength King was taken aback, knowing that if he was hit by such a strike from an advanced warrior, his arm would surely be chopped off. He tried to force his body to dodge. Fortunately, his heavily leaning forward body barely brushed past the knife's light. As a result, a tree in the distance met an unfortunate end, being neatly sliced down by the slash.

If the attack was defended, it implied that many of Feng Yi's flaws would be exposed simultaneously. While Feng Yi was spinning in mid-air, the falling star punch from the Faceless Strength King was still relentlessly bearing down. Feng Yi backhandedly held onto the King's punch, however, his body was blasted away by the impact from the King's shoulder.

The moment of the hit, Feng Yi felt a chill to his chest, "Heh! Storm!" His expression was ferocious as he concentrated his breath. A gust of wind gathered between his fingers, like a white rainbow, striking the chest of the Faceless Strength King at the same time.

Feng Yi's body flew several hundred meters away, having already crossed the boundary. He covered his chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood, which was swallowed back down at the last moment... He thought to himself that battling a world-class fighter off his game was indeed a tough challenge.

Obviously, at this point, the Faceless Strength King was also severely hit by the storm. Although he made no move and stood still with deep breaths, this was the most direct reflection of his injuries.

That strike was no trifle. The wobbly Faceless Strength King, with every labored step, began to laugh, his white teeth gleaming. From his perspective, a head-on confrontation with Feng Yi was indeed the best choice. Any sneak attack against such a high-ranking fighter had a very low chance of success; instead, he had a better probability of winning by head-on confrontation.

Cracking his slightly sore neck, the Faceless King began to step towards Feng Yi, seeming to have difficulty with every step he took. However, with each step he took, it was as if there was an invisible countdown resonating in people's hearts. This was the suppression effect of his realm.

At first, the Faceless King's movements were sluggish, but as time wore on, his movement began to increase in speed, and his strides became more steady. When he dashed towards Feng Yi, he morphed into what looked like a human war machine, charging at his opponent with irresistible force.

The famous berserk assault, yet Feng Yi merely raised his hand to block, transforming his fist into a palm. With a crisp sound, the air rippled due to the shock of the collision. Feng Yi had actually blocked the Faceless King's furious charge with one hand.

Nevertheless, neither of them changed their action, yet the ground beneath their feet began to sink inexplicably deeper under the mysterious rumbling sound in the air...

Boom! Suddenly, they gripped each other's shoulders tightly, moving from intense motion to absolute stillness in an instant.

At this point, their fighting prowess had drawn the attention of numerous ancient martial arts sects. Under the Golden Bodhi tree of the Nangong Family, an emotionless voice of an elderly man with white beard resonated again, "Qi'er, can you count how many strikes Feng Yi made in an instant?"

"One strike, no, five strikes, or maybe six strikes..." Nangong Qi's voice was somewhat uncertain.

Upon hearing this, the elderly man nodded, then shook his head and said, "Golden Vision is your strength, but it could also become your biggest weakness, Qi. You are a rare genius of the Nangong Family in a century, and I hope you can observe everything with your Heart's Eye."

The old man appeared not to be concerned about watching the battle between Feng Yi and the Faceless King; instead, he rewound the scene back to when Feng Yi intercepted the Faceless King's berserk assault. "Qi, take a closer look and see how many strikes there were."

One, five, or...? For a moment, Nangong Qi was slightly stunned. Despite her attempts to take a deeper look, she couldn't discern more than two, three, or four strikes. Could there be even more?

Far away amidst green hills and clear waters, the sect master similarly posed this question to the four senior protectors and two lords. This group included the Life-Taking Envoy, the Grand Elder. Although her status was not high enough to enter this mysterious hall, Mengdie was evidently an exception.

The two lords smiled and remained silent, having already grasped the depth of Feng Yi's single strike. This puzzled Mingfei, Zhan Yu and the rest of the Defenders. After some consideration, Zhan Yu finally answered, "11 strikes..."

With Mingfei and the others not speaking, everyone was exchanging confused looks. Only the Life-Taking Envoy sighed softly and shook her head as if she understood something...

Zhan Yu, who was normally overbearing, didn't harbor any hostility towards the Life-Taking Envoy because she didn't sense any competitive vibe from her. However, she frowned slightly at the Life-Taking Envoy's actions. Did she notice something? No, she shouldn't have been able to with her strength level. Then why...

Zhan Yu tried to covertly observe her, feeling she could glean something from this beautiful young girl. Possibly, she could even test her at the right moment. Just as she decided on this course of action she realized that the Life-Taking Envoy was staring blankly back at her!

In the silence, Zhan Yu was momentarily dumbfounded. A phrase suddenly popped into her mind - Heart Communication! Could it be that this soft-spoken low-profile girl has the ability to penetrate others' minds!? Zhan Yu's eyes suddenly sharpened. By the time she looked again, the Life-Taking Envoy had already politely looked away.

"Life-Taking Envoy, it seems that you have figured out something." The sect master's voice echoed ambiguously...

Mengdie heard this and calmly raised her hand, sliding her finger through the air methodically. After a while, two crystalline droplets of water formed two words – Two, Seven.

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