Yang Fei's mouth bled profusely.

However, he nonchalantly twisted his neck with a cracking sound.

"Thrilling, I want to see how many more tricks you have up your sleeve."

One could say that this was the first time Yang Fei fought on equal footing with a Master of Danjin.

In previous battles, Yang Fei had clashed with Danjin masters numerous times and even escaped from under the noses of Masters of Gang Strength.

Among them, Apollo and Poseidon had suffered greatly at his hands, one dead and one injured.

Yet this time, Yang Fei did not use the Heavy Sniper and went all out in a fight with two Danjin masters.

The Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King exchanged glances, with utter seriousness in their eyes.

Both were experts of Danjin Tongshen.

Especially the Sorcerer Demon King, whose combat strength could rank first among the kings.

Even with the Sorcerer Demon King's strength and the Puppet King's Mental Impact, they still couldn't get the better of Yang Fei.

This made them both deeply aware of how formidable Yang Fei was.

The Sorcerer Demon King had one arm broken.

And the Puppet King's Howling Moon had broken Yang Fei's Horse Stomping Flying Swallow.

Howling Moon was ineffective, and the Puppet King was also severely injured.

However, in the hearts of both, the real battle to the death had just officially begun at this very moment.

The three of them, like wild beasts in the jungle, circled around in a ferocious gaze, eyeing their opponent sharply.

Suddenly, Yang Fei's head buzzed as he was hit hard again.

The Puppet King's Mental Impact was unleashed once more.

But having withstood the previous Howling Moon, Yang Fei's nerves had become exceedingly tough.

At that moment, his head swam for an instant, but rather than retreating, he surged forward, his palm chopping towards the Puppet King's chest.

The Puppet King immediately dodged backward, while the Sorcerer Demon King rushed up to meet Yang Fei's powerful palm strength.

Bang!

A thunderous noise erupted as the Sorcerer Demon King and Yang Fei both shook violently and stepped back.

The Puppet King darted beneath Yang Fei's left rib, as two daggers stabbed at his underarm.

Under the moonlight, the three tumbled and fought fiercely together.

Yang Fei, facing two opponents, moved with ease, forcing the forgotten Martial Arts Skills from his memory fragments to emerge bit by bit.

At first, the Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King had the upper hand, but as the fight progressed, they found themselves increasingly pressured by Yang Fei.

Within just a few minutes, Yang Fei's Martial Arts Skills inflated like a balloon.

Deep within Yang Fei's soul, a mighty Palm Technique from his memories began to stir restlessly.

This feeling made Yang Fei extremely frustrated.

He wished he could find a small hook to draw out this forgotten Peerless Technique.

The Sorcerer Demon King, relying on the Puppet King's cover, launched ferocious single-palm attacks with the force of a collapsing mountain.

His strength seemed hardly diminished compared to before his arm was broken.

And the Puppet King's Dagger, extending and stabbing with lightning speed, also made Yang Fei somewhat wary.

Most terrifying were the Puppet King's Mental Impacts, invisible and unpredictable, appearing without warning.

Each time Yang Fei gained the slightest advantage, the Puppet King's Mental Impact would suddenly strike.

Yang Fei's head spun, his movements slowed, and the Sorcerer Demon King seized the initiative.

And thus, Yang Fei was embroiled in a tough battle again.

Fortunately, after releasing Howling Moon, the force of the Puppet King's Mental Impact greatly diminished.

And Yang Fei, repeatedly struck by Mental Impacts, gradually developed a resistance in his will and spirit.

The operation of the Turtle Extreme became even faster.

Suddenly, there was a gradual sense of enlightenment in Yang Fei's heart.

He could predict the trajectory and variations of his opponent's attacks, visualizing them in his head before they even happened.

Turtle Extreme Third Layer: Tortoise Mirror!

Yang Fei was both shocked and elated.

He never expected to break through to the third layer of Turtle Extreme, the Tortoise Mirror, at this crucial moment.

The magic of the Tortoise Mirror lies in predicting the enemy's attack points and changes in advance.

In fact, this prophetic ability simply augmented Yang Fei's capability to judge the opponent's moves by more than tenfold.

His mind became like a mirror.

The enemy's attack trajectories and points of attack were all clearly displayed in it.

He would then deduce the enemy's next move based on the enemy's heartbeat, breathing, and the way they mobilized their strength, among other factors.

And the calculations of the Tortoise Mirror were incredibly swift, nearly akin to intuitive judgment.

In reality, a Grandmaster of Martial Arts could predict an opponent's moves in advance during contests of martial discourse or life-and-death struggles.

If they kick with their left leg, they must first move their right shoulder; if the center of gravity shift backward, the upper body must move first; if they take a deep breath, a fierce move must follow...

Although this predictive ability doesn't seem extraordinary when discussed,

The Tortoise Mirror increased its sensitivity and accuracy tenfold.

That was terrifying indeed.

It was like playing chess.

Before the opponent could make a move, Yang Fei could already predict where they would place their piece and all subsequent possibilities.

How could one continue to play such a game?

In the blink of an eye, both the Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King found themselves in perilous situations.

Suddenly, Yang Fei became like an intestinal worm within their bellies, understanding every trick and technique they had up their sleeves.

The Puppet King feigned a stab at Yang Fei's lower abdomen, but was actually aiming to hook upward towards Yang Fei's throat.

On the other hand, the Sorcerer Demon King threw a punch towards Yang Fei's left Taiyang acupoint while silently slamming his right foot toward Yang Fei's lower body.

Yang Fei ducked his head and grabbed the Puppet King's dagger, which was thrust mid-way towards his throat, and stabbed it fiercely downward.

The Sorcerer Demon King's thigh was penetrated by the dagger of his own Puppet King, letting out a scream of agony.

At that very moment, Yang Fei unleashed a ferocious whip kick.

Both the Sorcerer Demon King and the Puppet King were sent staggering backward by the sheer force of the kick.

Yang Fei then followed up with a Split Hanging Leg, spinning like a windmill, his left leg coming down hard on the Sorcerer Demon King's shoulder.

The Sorcerer Demon King tried to catch Yang Fei's leg with both hands.

But Yang Fei was faster, his right leg kicking out and striking the Sorcerer Demon King's abdomen spot on.

The Sorcerer Demon King grunted, doubling over and clutching his abdomen as his face turned a purplish hue from the pain.

Meanwhile, the Tortoise Mirror within Yang Fei vividly displayed the Puppet King's intended attack.

Yang Fei quickly seized the Puppet King by the throat with a reversed grip.

The Puppet King was in mid-breath, concentrating his focus to unleash a Mental Impact.

Surprised when his throat was grabbed, he tried to stab Yang Fei's arm with his dagger.

However, before he could complete the stab, Yang Fei captured his wrist mid-action.

Crack!

With a twist against the joint, Yang Fei executed the Tendon-Displacement Hand Technique.

The Puppet King's dagger clattered to the ground, and he howled in pain, his facial muscles contorting.

Yang Fei struck with a kick, hitting the Puppet King in the abdomen.

The Puppet King's body flew out like a soccer ball forcefully kicked, flailing helplessly through the air.

Seeing this, the Sorcerer Demon King sneered, violently slapped his forehead, and stretched his arms upward.

A series of loud, horrifying cracks emanated from his body, like the popping of roasting beans.

An immense and indescribably fearsome aura erupted from him.

Yang Fei was startled.

He distinctly felt that the Qi of Origin Core within the Sorcerer Demon King had increased more than twofold in an instant.

And still, his enormous power continued to surge.

The Puppet King had only just managed to get back on his feet.

The moment he saw the Sorcerer Demon King's transformed state, he screamed in terror.

"Don't... No..."

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