"If I kill you, it'll be somewhat tragic because there's nothing worthwhile on you—nothing but a beggar."

Both aimed to provoke their opponent, yet neither took the bait. They were experienced and knew anger was the worst enemy in a fight.

Anger between masters in combat will inevitably lead to vulnerabilities; however, since their thoughts aligned in jest, things became difficult.

Ling Zhenfei was anxious because he knew his time was limited. What he had to do was gain control over the ship as it passed between two islands; once it entered the strait between them, things would become complicated.

Facing such a formidable opponent now was truly troublesome.

The opponent launched a wild attack, while Ling Zhenfei blocked from the East. This wasn't a solution since Ling Zhenfei was being led around by the nose and completely trapped by the opponent.

Determined to shatter this trap, Ling Zhenfei decided to use any means necessary; suddenly, a plan formed in his mind.

"Old man, are you going to attack or not? I see you don't have much skill left. Besides moving slightly faster, what other abilities do you have? If you've got any magical weapons, show them quickly!"

The man said to Ling Zhenfei, "I don't have any weapons. If you do, why don't you use them?"

Ling Zhenfei replied, "Old man, I have plenty of magical weapons, but you keep chasing me like a mad dog. You want to see my treasures, right? Then stop for a few seconds, and I'll kill you with them immediately."

The man chuckled, "Do you think I'm an idiot to let you use your magical weapons when I know you have them?"

Ling Zhenfei fumed, "How can you be so shameless? How long are we going to fight like this? Can't we have a quick resolution?"

The man laughed, "I am indeed shameless; what could you possibly do about it?"

Ling Zhenfei snarled, "Then I'll tear you to pieces!"

Suddenly, Ling Zhenfei counterattacked, revealing a flaw—albeit a tiny one—undetectable to ordinary people.

But Ling Zhenfei faced a genuine master, so the instant he moved, the flaw was immediately noticed.

The man's blade had already slashed past, yet his fist extended and struck Ling Zhenfei.

The punch had power, at least at the Great Perfection of the Zhiyi Boundary, and Ling Zhenfei was launched through the air, crashing heavily against the bulletproof glass of the cockpit.

Ling Zhenfei fell to the ground, bruised from the impact, but the man charged towards him again, clearly knowing Ling Zhenfei wouldn't die from this.

Yet, it was too late; Ling Zhenfei had already gotten up, while the man rapidly closed in on him; Ling Zhenfei merely sat up, seeing the man approaching with a look of terror.

The man's face held a cold smile; Ling Zhenfei sat with his back against the bulletproof glass of the cockpit, with no chance to evade, akin to courting death.

The fear in Ling Zhenfei's eyes intensified; the man's swift movements brought him directly in front, swinging his blade at Ling Zhenfei.

But suddenly, the man sensed something amiss. How could someone as powerful as Ling Zhenfei remain so incapacitated from a mere punch?

The man quickly realized things weren't as simple, yet it was too late—Ling Zhenfei's Dragon Tooth Dagger blocked his blade, and then the dagger emitted a bright light.

The Dragon Tooth Dagger could store Northern Spiritual Energy and unleash powerful attacks when fully charged.

Now, Ling Zhenfei released a potent surge of Northern Spiritual Energy—Saber Qi—carrying the majestic aura of a dragon, formidable beyond measure.

The energy pierced through the man's body; in disbelief, he stared at the spot on his chest where the energy passed through.

His internal organs penetrated by the energy, survival was impossible.

"What a remarkable dagger, truly exceptional."

With that, the man crashed to the ground. Every departure of a master made Ling Zhenfei reflect deeply, embodying the essence of victory and defeat.

Ling Zhenfei admired this person greatly, though he didn't know his name or sect; his competence in the Great Perfection of the Zhiyi state forced even those at the Middle Stage of the Dawen Realm to resort to such tactics for victory.

Ling Zhenfei marveled at the myriad strange cultivation techniques in the world, realizing the importance of humility amid endless heights.

Rising again, Ling Zhenfei suddenly faced soldiers who weren't dead, shouting with guns at the ready, "Don't move, or we'll shoot!"

Previously battered by Ling Zhenfei, they positioned themselves at a safe distance, not daring to approach.

Ling Zhenfei slowly stood, responding, "You're overestimating yourselves. Before I lose my temper, jump into the sea quickly, or those men's fate will be yours."

The soldiers exchanged fearful glances, with many frightened, yet some remained unafraid.

One wielding a machine gun taunted, "Boy, you're too arrogant. We have guns and numbers; how can we fear you?"

Ling Zhenfei sneered, "I have no time to waste with you. Three seconds to decide—die or jump."

The man scoffed, "No decision needed, I choose your death." He fired at Ling Zhenfei.

The gunfire roared, and Ling Zhenfei saw a bullet coming his way; he moved subtly, easily dodging it while using the Sky Piercing Finger technique to release a small burst of Northern Spiritual Energy.

The energy pierced through the man's body, and before he could react, he fell lifelessly to the ground—those nearby couldn't see how he died.

The surrounding crowd was stunned, their jaws dropped at Ling Zhenfei's display of power. Previously, Ling Zhenfei used a gun to kill many of them; now, they recognized his true might.

"Run, it's a monster!"

"Run, this person isn't human!"

They plunged into the sea, having grown up by the coast, knowing survival was possible. Staying aboard meant certain death.

Plunge, plash—the sounds echoed as soldiers jumped off the ship, leaving only the bulletproof glass-encased pilot behind.

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