Having lost his weapon, Lin Qiye could only retreat.
Under the perception of the Mortal Divine Domain, Lin Qiye possessed an almost prophetic ability to seize the initiative in battle. Coupled with the vast combat experience he had accumulated over the years, even without a weapon, he could easily hold his own against Lu Baoyou.
In his eyes, although Lu Baoyou looked terrifyingly imposing, his close-quarters fighting techniques and attack rhythm were no different from those of an ordinary street thug.
Lin Qiye calmly sidestepped Lu Baoyou's slash. His hands rose like lightning; his right hand seized Lu Baoyou's sword-wielding wrist and used the momentum of the slash to push it away, while his left elbow shot upward and struck his opponent's jaw hard.
His movements flowed as smoothly as drifting clouds and running water, so fast that Lu Baoyou could not react at all. With a muffled thud, Lin Qiye's blow numbed Lu Baoyou's head, sending him toppling backward.
Lin Qiye followed up with a kick to Lu Baoyou's chest, sending him flying more than ten meters away like a sandbag.
Lu Baoyou crashed onto the ground on his back.
In just half a second, he scrambled back to his feet. His crimson eyes locked onto Lin Qiye, the fury within them burning even stronger.
With one hand, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. With the other, he reached toward the ground beneath Lin Qiye and clenched the air.
The next moment, the ground beneath Lin Qiye twisted violently, transforming into a savage giant maw the size of a lotus pond. It opened its bloody fangs and viciously bit toward his body!
Fortunately, Lin Qiye had cautiously chosen to retreat the instant the ground began to warp. He leaped hard to the side, barely escaping