Are the two of them really at Core Formation and Nascent Soul stages?

A hundred, seventy, fifty, thirty, twenty, ten…

Sword Qi burst forth, continuously dissipating in the Vajra Warrior's hands. Yet, with each Sword Qi vanishing, there was a terrifying Thunder Power explosion, and each explosion further dissipated the Vajra Warrior.

Finally, before the last Sword Qi disappeared, the Vajra Warrior's arms were utterly destroyed. In that instant, the young man surged with determination, using his last ounce of strength to propel his body forward.

Clang!

Once again, the heavy spear was picked up by Gu Miyun, firmly blocking the young man's final strike.

"Ha, ha..."

Breathing heavily.

Their gazes locked again, but neither spoke nor moved, as if time had frozen in that moment.

His chest rose and fell like bellows, with blood meandering down from his mouth and nose, yet the only constant was the unwavering determination in his eyes.

The other wasn't faring much better. The last strike forced him to retreat four or five steps to barely stabilize himself. When he suddenly stood up, he felt a bit dizzy and breathless. He couldn't fathom how a youth with such inferior cultivation could be capable of this level of power.

He now finally understood why years ago, Yang, also known as Protector Yang, experienced a shattered Dao heart and nearly strayed into madness after battling Liu Tangxi.

If it were him losing today, he feared he would never recover from it in this lifetime.

He managed a rather ugly smile, but it was clear he was indeed smiling.

"This is the end, Junior Brother Jiang."

With a forceful exertion.

The young man staggered back dozens of meters before stabilizing himself.

Before the fight, everyone thought it would be an effortless crush, even he thought so. In his expectations, Jiang Feng should at most force him to use seventy percent of his strength, and that was already overestimating the opponent.

But reality slapped him in the face.

Though his body hadn't reached overload or its limits, his inner Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted, and the internal wear was severe. What puzzled him even more was how Jiang Feng could break his "Ha Qi," or else, that moment should have determined victory.

"No."

The two remained in their current stances, not moving.

Slowly lifting his head, the boy whose face was covered in blood looked somewhat grim, even blood filled the gaps between his teeth, his muscles and veins spasming, with his features twisted. It was clear the immense pressure his body was enduring.

It was then that Gu Miyun noticed Jiang Feng's body was still like a vortex, absorbing Spiritual Energy from the outside and concentrating it all on his left hand.

More precisely, on a certain Magic Treasure drawn by his left hand.

"It's not over yet..."

Crack!

The sound of a spring mechanism made Gu Miyun's body tremble.

Somehow, an inexplicable unease emerged in his heart. Gazing at that dark hole, a thought of fleeing unexpectedly arose, leaving him bewildered.

But the young man just thrust the iron wire from his right hand into the ground and pulled out the Mountain and River Fan.

The gale howled, yet it bore no Spiritual Energy or lethal force, just raw powerful wind. What genuinely unsettled him was the opponent raising the dark hole.

What on earth is that?

"Senior Brother Gu, please, be careful."

With a hoarse voice, he uttered those words. Upon hearing them, the alarm in Gu Miyun's heart magnified instantly, particularly with another "crack" sound, causing his pupils to contract to needle-like pinpoints!

Without any hesitation, under the astonished gaze of numerous elders, the Sect Master, and a multitude of disciples, he shockingly disregarded the established rules and immediately took out the Purple Gold Alms Bowl!

But the next second.

Only the blazing flare that even his naked eye couldn't capture was growing larger in his view.

Boom!!!

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