Transformation IV

Four! Zhang Rongfang's heart sank.

If it were just one enemy, he might still have a chance to fight and win with all his might, but four enemies are a problem.

"Interesting. In the end, it turns out that Zhang Ying was the one who caused all this trouble. Does that mean Yue Dewen has been misunderstanding his disciple all along?" Yuwen Ji.

"Where are the members of the Reverse Time Society? Let them come out." Lin Hansheng stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings.

Although there are people above suppressing the Reverse Time Society, there is a high possibility that there are still people nearby who are protecting Zhang Ying.

"Why waste words with him? Take him down first!" With his subordinates killed and now that he was sure no one was around, Yuwen Ji immediately tore off his cloak and stepped forward.

"To deal with a mere junior, you need the four of us to do it. You really have a lot of face."

With a clang, he pulled out a short-handled battle axe from his back.

The surface of the battle axe was covered with cracks and fragments pieced together, and its faint brass color immediately reminded Zhang Rongfang of a material used to make Statue.

The other three people around did not make a move; they simply stood by and watched.

If Zhang Rongfang hadn't killed Yuwen Ji's subordinates, Yuwen Ji probably wouldn't have been willing to bully the weak.

Now, he killed his subordinate right in front of him and even blocked a hidden weapon from Chen Tao. Such strength is enough for him to make a move.

With a crunching sound, Yuwen Ji's footsteps sank into the snow, leaving deep pits in his wake.

On the snow-white Woodland, he stood imposingly in his heavy armor, which, combined with his helmet and Helmet, made him appear like an iron tower, unshakable and steadfast.

From a distance, his armor was adorned with various delicate and intricate patterns.

At first glance, these patterns give one a slightly dizzying feeling and unconsciously evoke images of various terrifying, majestic, and vast things.

It naturally inspires fear in people.

Clearly, this armor is no ordinary object.

"Snow Rainbow Pavilion, Yuwen Ji," Yuwen Ji announced his name in a deep voice.

"Of the ten Fierce General, you should be glad it was me who made the move; otherwise, if it had been anyone else, you would have certainly died!"

"Is this the foundation of the Snow Rainbow Pavilion?" Zhang Rongfang looked at the armor and battle axe on the other party's body, and compared it with his own. The difference was indeed very obvious.

Because he wasn't wearing anything.

"You still have the leisure to look at other things?" Yuwen Ji noticed that the other party's gaze was on his armor, and he was so angry that he laughed.

With a whoosh, he casually swung his battle axe, leaving a thin, cold streak in the air.

"You should be grateful; if it weren't for your master, you wouldn't be alive now!"

"..." Zhang Rongfang stopped speaking, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He focused his Dark Light Vision intently on his opponent, trying to find a flaw.

The Enemy Anticipation naturally be put to use.

At this moment, in his field of vision, Yuwen Ji opposite him seemed to be exuding a dark aura.

These auras, like ribbons, constantly swirled and danced around him, enveloping him completely as if they were alive.

No gaps were left.

A gap is a flaw.

The absence of gaps means he cannot find any weaknesses in his opponent's defenses.

'As expected, Enemy Anticipation are still inferior to those of Great Grandmaster. This is a contest of experience, a contest of martial arts calculations. I have seen too little of the martial arts techniques.'

Click.

Click.

Yuwen Ji began to approach steadily, step by step.

The axe in his hand spun continuously, leaving marks around him. The seemingly casual and natural movements revealed an impeccable defensive stance.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

"Or is it that you can't find a weakness that prevents you from making a move?"

Yuwen Ji's voice grew closer and closer.

"Do you really believe I have some secret to restraining my worship of Worship God?" Zhang Rongfang suddenly asked.

"This question is actually meaningless now. Whether you have it or not is no longer important. Because... you cooperated with the Reverse Time Society to kill Zhou Yan!" Yuwen Ji replied.

"And now, you've killed so many of my men." A cold, murderous glint appeared in his eyes beneath his Helmet.

So, whatever you intend to do.

Whoosh!

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Rongfang's figure appeared beside him in an instant.

Using the power of his waist, he spun around and unleashed a horizontal slash like a cleaver!

Boom! Caught off guard, Yuwen Ji only had time to raise his battle axe to his side, but he couldn't stop the sharp blade; only the handle barely blocked it.

With a muffled thud, his massive body flew out and crashed heavily into a large pine tree covered in snow.

The pine tree shook violently, snapped, and fell with a crack.

A tree as thick as a person's embrace was smashed and broken in half.

"!!!??"

The other three Great Grandmaster' expressions froze, and their thoughts paused for a moment.

No one could have imagined that in just that instant, Yuwen Ji would be at a disadvantage from the very first moment of contact!

Both men calculated the Enemy Anticipation simultaneously, but Zhang Rongfang gained a slight advantage due to his surprise attack.

Yuwen Ji underestimated his opponent and was slightly arrogant, which caused him to react a step slower.

One step slow leads to another.

Bang! Zhang Rongfang didn't stop. As the opponent flew out, he stomped his feet on the ground and followed like a cannonball.

Just as Yuwen Ji crashed into the pine tree, he quickly rolled over, stood up, and tried to regain his balance.

But the delay was only momentary, and Zhang Rongfang's sharp Eagle Claw reappeared before his eyes.

A piercing scream exploded, like an eagle swooping down and tearing through the sky.

The dark red, thick Eagle Claw struck Yuwen Ji squarely on the outside of his right arm as he parried.

When!!

The armor twisted, shattered, and caved inward.

"You're asking for death!!!" Yuwen Ji finally erupted, his body swelling and growing larger.

Countless dark red, worm-like veins appeared on his skin, and a large, silver Spirit Character shone brightly between his eyebrows, protruding from under his skin.

He grew up in the Snow Rainbow Pavilion from a young age, selected layer by layer from countless elites, and experienced hundreds of battles.

There are very few situations like this now.

Yuwen Ji was actually being suppressed from the very beginning, and by a junior who was even younger than him! There were also three other people of the same level watching the battle!

This is an indelible disgrace! A surge of anger welled up within him.

The Spirit Swan Cauldron Cold Art he cultivated was also one of the Military Dao Killing Art, and at this moment, both Limit State erupted simultaneously.

Limit State - Golden Swan!

Limit State - Jade Dragon!

The former briefly increases burst speed. The latter briefly increases penetrating damage.

The combination of the two is unmatched! With a whooshing sound, Yuwen Ji gripped his battle axe and slashed out a winding, meandering curve in an instant.

The curve in the night sky seemed to form a huge, scribbled character.

It was like a clear silver crack, reflecting moonlight and illuminating the surrounding snow.

The battle axe swung continuously, each swing creating silver cracks that rippled like dragons and snakes.

Zhang Rongfang kept retreating, dodging, and avoiding the cracks, constantly observing his opponent's moves.

But soon, he was careless and the axe blade grazed the outside of his right arm, leaving a bloody gash.

'The speed has slowed down; it's almost too late to stop it.'

A thought struck him, and he too activated his Limit State.

With Spirit and Will United and Yin Yang Harmony, the Critical State is reached and fully activated, temporarily enhancing his defense, strength, stamina, and burst damage.

Amidst the deafening clang of impact, the two clashed once more.

This time, the situation changed from Yuwen Ji having the upper hand to a narrow draw.

As Yuwen Ji continued to make moves, Zhang Rongfang would occasionally get injured once or twice, but he would quickly heal on his own.

But more than anything else, he gained an improvement in Absolute Defense.

The more skilled a martial artist is, the more profound and insightful their martial arts experience will be.

Enemy Anticipation and Absolute Defense Circle are complementary.

In a Grandmaster-level battle, the Enemy Anticipation attempts to find a weakness in the enemy's Absolute Defense. Meanwhile, the Absolute Defense aims to defend against the enemy's Enemy Anticipation, making it impenetrable.

Whether one is superior or inferior depends on the individual's level of martial arts skill.

Essentially, Zhang Rongfang's Absolute Defense Circle has no limit to its improvement. As long as he encounters opponents with greater martial arts skills and experience than him, his Absolute Defense will never be perfected.

But what he wants now is not absolute perfection. It is to reach the level of completing the Final Form of a grandmaster! And this level is enough for now! Zhang Rongfang suddenly retreated, not just a simple step back, but a series of rapid movements with his hands and feet, as light as a swallow skimming backward for more than ten meters.

He landed easily on a cedar branch, took a deep breath, and felt a surge of insights into Absolute Defense and Enemy Anticipation, combined with the intense concentration he maintained throughout the battle.

There is also the body's blood circulating rapidly under Limit State.

A mixture of factors.

An unknown seed began to sprout in his heart.

It takes the condensation of qi and blood as the seed, emotions and will as the water, and external pressure and stimulation as the nourishment.

The seeds grew rapidly.

His heart was pounding violently, at its limit.

The body temperature rose to its highest level.

The body is adapting to new changes and new limits.

"Again!!"

Suddenly, Yuwen Ji rose from the ground not far away, his battle axe slashing continuously in mid-air, cutting out several thin silver lines that flew towards Zhang Rongfang.

He was both shocked and furious after fighting for so long.

What was surprising was that Zhang Ying actually possessed the combat skills of a grandmaster.

What's infuriating is that, even now, he still hasn't been able to defeat his opponent. Even when he's at his Limit State, he's still only managing to hold his own against them.

As Fierce General and the leader of this team, it is a disgrace for him to be on par with a junior.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! In an instant, the two clashed together, their battle axes striking Zhang Rongfang's arms with metallic clanging sounds.

In terms of strength, Zhang Rongfang was actually slightly stronger, which made up for his lack of speed and explosiveness.

He suffered many losses in terms of technique, and his body was constantly injured in the process, but his powerful self-healing ability allowed him to quickly and automatically repair himself without any impact.

But in Yuwen Ji's eyes...

This guy clearly didn't Worship God; I can't see Spirit Thread on his body, nor can I sense Spirit Thread existence.

However, Yuwen Ji became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

'This can't go on.' He suddenly stepped back, his aura receding and then rapidly rising again.

The heart rate accelerated to its maximum, and the muscles and skin were covered with layers of dense Spirit Thread.

This was a sign that the Final Form was about to begin! He no longer regarded Zhang Rongfang as a junior, but as a Great Grandmaster who was truly on par with him!

So.