"Idiot! Think you have a chance to fight for your life? You don't stand a chance... Watch as I break every bone in your body!"

Shangguan Tianling originally thought Qin Fang might truly have some trump card up his sleeve, but now, seeing Qin Fang's desperate tactics, he realized that Qin Fang's so-called ultimate move was nothing but a bluff, entirely non-existent. To him, Qin Fang was now just a paper tiger, utterly lacking any real threat.

Time and time again, the mocking and teasing had caused Shangguan Tianling to forget completely about his and Qin Fang's status. All he wanted to do now was to torment Qin Fang mercilessly, then finish him off with a single palm strike...

At his age, Shangguan Tianling had never been ridiculed repeatedly like he was today, and with his arrogant and proud nature, he was absolutely unable to tolerate it.

"Die..."

As the distance between the two grew closer and closer, Qin Fang's fists, though desperate and ferocious, were unlikely to cause him any fatal damage, but if he were completely unguarded, he might still end up with some troublesome injuries...

However, Shangguan Tianling's strength was far superior to Qin Fang's, a qualitative change, so he could easily switch techniques. For example, he could use the power of his palm to instantly break Qin Fang's arm, rendering the fist nontreatening.

With this thought in mind, a wicked smile appeared on the corners of Shangguan Tianling's mouth, and his palm, brimming with vigour and strength, immediately met with Qin Fang's fist.

As everyone in the Martial World knows, "fist beats finger, finger beats palm, palm beats fist."

Therefore, for Shangguan Tianling to use his palm against Qin Fang's fist was the wisest choice. Even if their strengths had been equal, Qin Fang would still be at a disadvantage, not to mention that the two opposing each other were evidently not on the same level.

To counter Shangguan Tianling's palm energy, typically one would use finger strikes, using precision to overcome a wide area, to repel the opponent... but with Shangguan Tianling's vigorous palm energy, if Qin Fang were to switch from fist to fingers, his fingers would probably snap on impact...

But since Qin Fang dared to challenge Shangguan Tianling in such a way, it was impossible that he didn't have some kind of technique up his sleeve!

As Shangguan Tianling's palm and Qin Fang's fist were about to collide, Qin Fang, whose face had always been serious, suddenly displayed a strange smirk, his mouth curving upwards slightly.

"You've been fooled..."

Not only that, but Qin Fang also opened his mouth and uttered this at such a critical moment.

"Hm?"

Shangguan Tianling was momentarily stunned, clearly disoriented by Qin Fang's sudden change. With victory within reach, he didn't think there was any issue.

But seeing Qin Fang's confident demeanor, Shangguan Tianling felt that something might be amiss.

What exactly was amiss?

Just as this thought surfaced in Shangguan Tianling's mind, a strange sense of apprehension suddenly pulsed through his heart.

"Not good..."

As a formidable Grandmaster-level Martial Artist, he had an innate premonition of danger, which could manifest as some very peculiar sensations.

For example, if Qin Fang sensed imminent danger, he might feel a sudden coldness on his back or a jolt in his heart, and Shangguan Tianling was no exception. Before the peculiar heart palpitations could even appear, he immediately sensed that something was off.

But it was already too late for him to retract his move!

As his palm was about to make contact with Qin Fang's fist, he saw that Qin Fang's seemingly empty hand suddenly produced a very sharp object.

The object appeared incredibly suddenly, as if it had materialized out of thin air; it was something Shangguan Tianling had never expected, and by the time he realized, it was too late.

The sharp "weapon" pierced through Shangguan Tianling's palm, propelled by the acceleration from Qin Fang and the terrifying strength of Shangguan Tianling himself.

An intense agony spread from the palm of Shangguan Tianling's hand. Despite his resilience, akin to a sturdy mountain, his complexion inevitably underwent a drastic change.

However, the appearance of this weapon did little to alter the situation; Qin Fang's fist still couldn't withstand Shangguan Tianling's palm energy. With a crackling sound, Qin Fang's arm was instantly diagnosed as broken, and his fist was repelled back, the robust palm energy impacting his body.

Thud~~

Another muffled sound echoed as Qin Fang's body once again surged in midair, rapidly flying backwards.

Splutter~~

Just like before, blood spurted out as if it cost nothing, gushing from his mouth and turning into misty clouds of crimson.

It was a pity that it was the middle of the night, and only the faint light from above the Ninefold Pavilion shone down, making it impossible to see the true color of the blood mist.

Qin Fang hit the ground hard, his injuries evidently more severe than last time; he lay face down, immobile, identical to the previous occurrence.

Shangguan Tianling had intended to check whether Qin Fang had indeed suffered severe injuries or had even died, but the pain emanating from his palm made him furrow his brows tightly.

As martial arts experts certainly cultivate their Inner Breath, which is essentially cultivating Qi, it differs from the martial arts novels; there isn't anything such as the legendary True Qi protecting the body or Gang Qi shielding it.

Even if one has attained Grandmaster-level or Grandmaster-level strength, they remain mortals at the end of the day. At most, their Inner Breath is more potent, granting them greater strength, faster speed, and an enhanced endurance to blows. As for skills like being impervious to knives and guns or catching bullets with bare hands, those do not exist.

Standard weapons, when coupled with the cultivation of more domineering external cultivation techniques such as Song Qingshan's Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training Golden Bell Shield, if practiced to an extremely high level, can indeed make one abnormally resistant, impervious to the likes of swords and blades... Needless to say, bullets would still penetrate.

But Shangguan Tianling clearly hadn't cultivated such external body-protecting divine skills. His body was indeed more formidable than that of an average person's because he possessed Grandmaster-level Inner Breath.

Yet such a body was still vulnerable to the slash of swords, not to mention the military spike used by Qin Fang in his sneak attack, which was extremely sharp. Featuring a bloodletting groove and a triangular design, it was more than sufficient to deal Shangguan Tianling a serious blow.

This was just a pierced palm; if it had been his abdomen, chest, or other critical areas, it could have been fatal for Shangguan Tianling… But Qin Fang knew that was impossible; even with a surprise attack, he had no chance of inflicting a wound on such vital parts of Shangguan Tianling.

Shangguan Tianling truly hadn't expected Qin Fang to be so insidious. Enduring the pain, he yanked the triangular military spike from his palm, tearing out some flesh in the process, and blood continued to pour out wildly…

Such a bloodletting groove is specifically designed for killing, and with a wound almost as thick as a finger, even after removing the military spike, Shangguan Tianling's situation was still far from good.

"Uncle…"

Lei Peng, who had been an onlooker all this while, hurried over at this point. Seeing the wound on Shangguan Tianling, he was considerably worried, too.

A Grandmaster-level martial artist being schemed against by someone below that level – Shangguan Tianling had lost face in a significant way. Yet, seeing such a grave injury, Lei Peng's face paled as well. A military spike adept at causing severe bleeding and such a large wound could potentially be fatal to a Grandmaster-level expert.

"I'm not dead yet…"

But Shangguan Tianling was not someone easily dealt with. He took out a small jade vial from his person, removed the stopper, and poured out a pitch-black pill. He crushed it and applied it to the wound, and the bleeding from the wound slowed down markedly, until... it stopped completely. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote, recommend, and offer monthly tickets at Qidian [qidian.com]. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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