Watching the shimmering blade light about to slice through Yang Fei's vital throat,

this guy seemed petrified with fear, motionless.

"Brother Yang Fei, dodge quickly!"

Li Shun's heart nearly leaped from his chest as he cried out loudly.

The next second, Yang Fei's figure indeed moved.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Fei's body slightly shook and then abruptly disappeared.

The next instant, he appeared behind Qiu Yidao.

The club in his hand made a dull whooshing sound as it smashed towards Qiu Yidao's occiput.

No one could see Yang Fei's figure clearly.

Nor did they know how he had circled to Qiu Yidao's back.

Not even Qiu Yidao himself knew.

It was as though Yang Fei had always been standing there, never having moved at all.

Qiu Yidao roared and the blade flicked back.

His blade, from the most improbable angle under the armpit, stabbed towards his back.

Bang!

A dull sound, the club in Yang Fei's hand still hit precisely on Qiu Yidao's occiput.

The blade light extinguished, and Qiu Yidao staggered forward, half-kneeling on the ground.

He clutched his head, slowly turning around, his eyes wide and incredulous as he looked at Yang Fei behind him.

The baseball bat in Yang Fei's hand was at least two seconds faster than his blade.

Two seconds, for ordinary people, is but the blink of an eye.

But in a real master's duel, an instant can decide life or death, victory or defeat.

Two seconds were enough for Yang Fei to strike down Qiu Yidao more than ten times!

Li Shun, Bai Yang, and the rest of the guys were all stunned by this scene.

An Earth-grade Mingjin trash actually consecutively hit the top Dark Energy Master Qiu Yidao with two club strikes!

What on earth was going on?

Yang Fei stood on the spot, looking around triumphantly, smugly, "How about that, are you convinced now?"

"I'll kill you!"

Qiu Yidao felt an unprecedented humiliation and rage engulf his heart.

He screamed, and his blade light, like snow, swept towards Yang Fei.

In an instant, the entire hall was filled with sweeping Sword Intent.

Wherever Mad Blade went, nothing remained uncrushed; people cried out and dodged in terror.

This time, Li Shun and Bai Yang truly witnessed the ferocity of Qiu Yidao.

His dagger spun like a whirlwind, impervious to needles and water.

The long blade, like streaks of lightning crisscrossing through the air, seemed like a tumbling mountain of blades.

Qiu Yidao's mighty reputation was not exaggerated.

In comparison, Yang Fei's figure was even more mysterious and blurred.

Everyone widened their eyes but simply could not capture his movements.

He moved like a butterfly, zigzagging past obstacles, graceful as a startled swan, roaming like a dragon.

Amidst his fluttering figure, there was a sly, descending whiff, slick and tricky.

His club, persistent, kept smashing club strike after strike at Qiu Yidao's occiput.

Qiu Yidao had no choice but to fully protect his back, weakening his offense in the process.

The two appeared like rapidly spinning tops, the entire scene whirling swiftly.

This spectacle left everyone both amused and afraid.

Bang!

Finally, Yang Fei's club once again smashed into Qiu Yidao's occiput.

Qiu Yidao yelled and rolled forward,

crashing through the floor-to-ceiling window glass, and jumping straight down from the third floor.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, took two steps to the window, and blew a loud whistle.

Below, in the dim corner.

A flash of the blade, like a meteor streaking across the sky, rolled low towards Qiu Yidao's lower body.

Fan Yi made his move!

Qiu Yidao, airborne and unable to leverage, barely managed to use his dagger to block Fan Yi's long blade.

Only a clinking sound was heard as sparks flew in all directions.

The collision between Qiu Yidao's dagger and Fan Yi's blade caused a huge shock, sending Qiu Yidao's dagger flying far away.

Fan Yi took advantage of the fact that Qiu Yidao's movement technique was aging and could not vary, kicking out with a Heartbreaking Kick.

Qiu Yidao grunted, his body flying out like a kite with its string cut.

He slammed into a French plane tree along the sidewalk, blood spurting wildly from the corners of his mouth.

And at that moment, from behind the French plane tree, Yi Long emerged.

His move was the Iron Wire Dislocate Bone Hand.

Crack!

A terrifying sound was heard as Yi Long dislocated the bones in Qiu Yidao's left arm.

He grunted, his right hand reaching towards his waist, a flash of cold light in the night.

"Yi Long, get out of the way! Watch out for his right-hand dagger,"

Yang Fei, watching from above, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat and yelled.

Knowing Qiu Yidao's formidable sword techniques, Yi Long immediately did a roll to the side, rolling into the distance.

However, as a whip-like flash of the blade passed by, Yi Long felt a severe pain on his cheek, and half of his left ear was gone with the wind.

Qiu Yidao forced Yi Long back, spitting out another mouthful of blood, staining his body with spots of blood.

His face was as pale as paper, his left arm dangling unsteadily.

It can be said that Qiu Yidao, once unbeaten in Shan Province, had never been so embarrassed.

The cold look in Qiu Yidao's eyes had already returned to calm.

He glanced at Yang Fei on the high floor and then at Fan Yi and Yi Long, who were close at hand, his face pale.

"Indeed, the Mortal World ages, and with your skills, it's natural to disregard the Buddha Lord's words."

"However, it's still too early to discuss success or failure before the last moment, take care of yourselves."

After speaking, Qiu Yidao's figure flickered and vanished into the darkness.

As a Great Grandmaster, even in departure, he did so upright and suavely.

No one dared to stop him.

Fan Yi helped Yi Long up and found the half of Yi Long's ear, comforting him.

"Let's go to the hospital now for stitches, your ear can still heal."

Yi Long covered his ear, blood flowing through his fingers.

His face was pale, still in shock, "Qiu Yidao truly lives up to his reputation."

"Had it not been for his arm being dislocated, affecting his blade movement, I probably would have been finished."

Fan Yi nodded, his handsome face showing admiration.

"It's not easy for Qiu Yidao to have mastered the Spirit Snake Slash to such a level with just one move."

His waist held erect, determination visible on his face.

"The Spirit Snake Slash was created by Brother Fei, I've learned all nine forms, but when it comes to finesse, I'm no match for Qiu Yidao."

At that moment, Yang Fei wielding a baseball bat, rushed out of the wellness club shouting and yelling.

"Damn Fat Granny's useless brush, letting this old guy escape, next time I see him, I'll smash his head."

"Sorry, Brother Fei, I couldn't stop him,"

Yi Long looked down, somewhat embarrassed.

However, he felt slightly thrilled thinking that he had personally fought with Shan Province's Qiu Yidao and even disabled one of his hands.

Yang Fei chuckled, glancing at his ear.

He waved his hand and said gruffly, "Don't think I don't know you're secretly pleased."

"Qiu Yidao took a tumble over us, it's impossible for you not to become famous."

Yi Long wasn't pretentious and frankly admitted, "Indeed, the myth of the undefeated Qiu Yidao has been broken by the three of us."

"Hehe, I had never imagined before that I could fight Qiu Yidao and win convincingly."

"Pah, shameless, just a mere Qiu Yidao. If you anger me, I'd even think of settling scores with the big Buddha in the provincial city,"

Yang Fei spat casually, shouldering his baseball bat, and turned back toward Zhongtian Wellness Club.

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