Appraising V

Zhang Rongfang to defeat the Spirit General head-on was something no one expected.

But this doesn't mean he can actually defeat his opponent. The Spirit General be different from all other Worship God.

Once the other party became enraged, Dongfang Mu found a corner to sit on the ground, struggling to stop the bleeding and treat his injuries.

Seeing this scene, he felt a strange mix of emotions.

"Human Immortal Temple" recalled the various miraculous legends about Human Immortal Temple, and then looked at his own frail and old body.

A different kind of longing slowly rose from the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, below the city wall.

"Look, you can't even block or dodge one of my moves."

Zhang Rongfang withdrew his hand, licked the specks of blood from his fingertips, and narrowed his eyes.

That wasn't blood he grabbed; it was blood drawn from under the skin using a blood-sucking technique.

The Spirit General is indeed very tough, but that doesn't mean he can't hurt his opponent.

At this moment, the coordinated amplification brought about by the three Limit State caused his whole body to expand and grow to four meters, as if he were being inflated.

Compared to their opponent's height of just over two meters, the two men's auras and positions were completely reversed in an instant.

"Blood!?" Sang Lan slowly pulled herself out of the city wall. She reached up and touched her face; it was indeed blood!

"You actually managed to make me bleed!?"

He stepped out of the dent in the wall, his face gradually contorted with barely suppressed rage.

"I want.!"

Whoosh! Before he could finish speaking, a blurry figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Zhang Rongfang! He pressed down with one hand, his five fingers like Eagle Claw, and slammed down towards Sang Lan's chest.

In the same instant, Sang Lan raised her hand and attempted to bypass her opponent's palm and strike his throat with a move called "Steal Fragrance and Jade".

But to his surprise, this move failed.

With his speed, explosive power, and strength Spirit General!? He actually missed!?? In an instant, he felt his hair being grabbed, his whole body being pulled up and flung forward.

Losing his balance, Sang Lan Lanren was slammed against the city wall like a windmill.

Bang!

This time the sound was even louder than before. A crack several meters wide appeared on the surface of the city wall.

"You're even weaker than I thought!!" Zhang Rongfang lunged forward again, leaping up and grabbing at Sang Lan's head with both hands.

This move, which involves striking with both hands simultaneously, can stun a person for a moment, and then take advantage of that brief opportunity.

He could have completely drained his blood! So what if he's Spirit General? Without blood, he'd just become a puppet! But he couldn't land that attack. Zhang Rongfang's arms were halfway down when Sang Lan kicked him in the abdomen with lightning speed.

An immense and terrifying force acted on his stomach in the blink of an eye.

Bang!

He was sent flying backward like a cannonball, and was thrown far into the courtyard of a restaurant.

With a crash, countless things were broken.

"My clothes!!?" Sang Lan straightened up and realized that her robe was completely unwearable.

His face was covered in blood, and his hair was a mess, like a tangled mess of weeds.

"You deserve to die!!!" This utter destruction of his image completely broke him down.

He wouldn't care if it were just that little bit of fighting.

Anyway, it won't hurt him, so just treat it as watching the Xiao Yu and shrimp fighting in the pond.

Can fish and shrimp escape the water flow and injure him? No.

They cannot survive without water. They are merely food.

What he didn't expect was that the Human Immortal Temple Master who appeared behind him actually injured him in a strange way.

Sang Lan wiped the blood from her face. Her disheveled hair completely obscured her previous dashing appearance.

He aimed in the direction Zhang Rongfang had fallen, bent down, and pushed off the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he had shot off like an arrow.

Almost simultaneously, a huge humanoid figure broke through the wall inside the restaurant and crashed head-on into him.

"Kill!!!"

"Mere ingredients, and you think you can handle them?!"

Boom!!!!

The two figures stretched out in two straight lines and collided with a loud crash.

To be precise, they didn't actually collide. Just before they were about to collide, Zhang Rongfang flipped over in mid-air, grabbed Sang Lan's long hair again, and used her momentum to deflect, turn, and fling her off into the air.

With a whoosh, Sang Lan was thrown far away, clearing the city wall and being flung out of the city.

Zhang Rongfang gestured to Heavenly Maiden and the others, then followed closely behind, leaping up and using the city wall as leverage to land and pounce on Sang Lan, who had just fallen.

"You wild dog, you're asking for it!!!" Sang Lan finally lost her temper as soon as she landed.

Silver Thread spread out from his body, covering and weaving a whole set of light Silver Garment.

The clothes completely covered the face, like a complete set of tight-fitting underwear, wrapping the whole body tightly without revealing a single bit of skin.

Just as he had completely covered himself, Zhang Rongfang arrived at the scene.

The two, with similar speed and strength, clashed again.

Clang! In an instant, Zhang Rongfang's expression changed drastically. He felt as if his arm muscles had been cut by countless blades and pricked by countless needles.

He immediately retreated quickly and looked up.

Sure enough, a large chunk of muscle had vanished from the point of impact on his right arm.

Blood slowly trickled down his clothes, and the wound looked as if a large chunk of flesh had been cleanly sliced off by a sharp blade.

Up to now, his speed and strength are similar to his opponent's, and his strength is even slightly greater.

The problem is that the guy is too tough; he can't hurt him at all.

Only by clinging to it and continuously sucking its blood could it possibly be killed.

But the other party is Spirit General, and cannot stand still and let him absorb it.

The only way is to knock him unconscious and then inhale his drug.

The only question was how to knock out a Spirit General. "Wild dog! Come on!?" Sang Lan laughed loudly, her entire body completely wrapped in silver, Strange Man in a silver bodysuit.

Enraged, he rushed forward and attacked Zhang Rongfang with every move.

The martial art he practiced was a common martial art called the Fleeting Moon Finger.

This martial art was known for its graceful movements and beautiful techniques, but its actual combat effectiveness was average. It was only because his talent was so exceptional that he was able to integrate it with other martial arts and reach the level of a grandmaster.

But that's all.

Upon reaching the Grandmaster level, he stopped practicing martial arts and focused on Civilian Skill, which ultimately proved to be the right decision.

Having reached the pinnacle of his Civilian Skill, he Worship God and ascended to heaven in one step, becoming Spirit General.

He crushed all those so-called grandmasters Great Grandmaster who used to look down on him in one fell swoop.

But as he pointed out each finger, the graceful movements of his martial arts were gone, replaced by a bizarre, stiff dance.

But these seemingly ordinary moves, amplified by the powerful speed of the Spirit General, became incredibly fierce, forcing Zhang Rongfang to dare not take them head-on.

Fortunately, his body has been strengthened to such an extent that his normal speed is even enough to barely hold his own against Great Grandmaster of the Extreme Realm.

Its power also surpasses that of the current Spirit General Sang Lan.

In addition, by taking the Enemy Anticipation's attacks time and time again.

But this can't go on forever.

Zhang Rongfang pondered a strategy for dealing with the enemy.

It was just a lowly Grandmaster-level Spirit General who had left him somewhat helpless for a while.

After dozens of moves, Sang Lan's speed increased. He seemed to realize that Zhang Rongfang dared not confront him head-on, so he simply attacked without defending, unleashing his full speed attack.

"Come and kill me!? Weren't you so arrogant just now?! Hahahaha!!"

At this point, he was just an ordinary person who possessed power, but his self-importance had been distorted by the grandmaster's ambition, making him think too highly of himself.

Whoosh! Suddenly, he threw a straight punch, and the Silver Thread covering his arm scattered, turning into countless threads that flew forward.

Just like an octopus spreading its tentacles and lunging forward in a hunting posture.

Caught off guard, Zhang Rongfang quickly retreated, but was still grazed by the Spirit Thread.

His left arm and shoulder were covered in a dense network of bloody gashes, as if countless sharp blades had sliced his flesh into wounds.

"Look at that. The weak are always like this. They talk big, but when it comes to a fight, they're just like wild dogs," Sang Lan laughed. "Those people were the same back then. Before we fought, they all looked down on me. And then what? In the end, I was the only one who laughed last! So what if I'm Great Grandmaster? So what Enemy Anticipation? You can't kill me! You can only be worn down to death by me!"

Zhang Rongfang darkened. His opponent was like a spiky iron turtle, impossible to touch, and incredibly fast and strong. While he wasn't afraid, he couldn't possibly defeat him if the fight continued like this.

"Young friend, take this!"

Suddenly a shout came from the city wall behind them.

Zhang Rongfang sensed a small knife flying towards him at high speed.

Without turning his head, he quickly retreated, leaped up, reached out, and caught it with a snap.

This is a Black Blade, completely black, as if it were forged from a piece of scrap iron.

The blade was only the length of a palm, and the handle was wrapped with copper-colored silk thread in layers.

Overall, it looks quite ordinary, except for the color.

"My sword is named Penetrating Origin, and I will lend you a hand, young friend!" Dongfang Mu's voice rang out again.

Snap

Zhang Rongfang suddenly let go, letting the knife fall to the ground.

Just now, he suddenly felt a surge of intense heat emanating from the hilt of the knife.

The feeling made it impossible for him to hold the hilt of the knife; he could only let go and let it fall.

This sudden turn of events left Dongfang Mu, standing behind, completely bewildered. He had no idea what had happened.

Before he could ask, Sang Lan rushed forward again and launched a frenzied attack.

His martial arts skills were mediocre; although he was a grandmaster, he belonged to the lowest tier among grandmasters.

Despite his poor martial arts skills, he could not withstand the sudden attacks caused by using his Spirit Thread to occasionally explode into the air.

This attack was completely illogical and unpredictable.

As a result, the Enemy Anticipation is completely useless.

Zhang Rongfang speculated that the Spirit General level should be able to observe the flow of Spirit Thread.

But he was not Spirit General, so this was purely a suppression at the level of life.

Pfft! Before he knew it, a large chunk of flesh on his shoulder was scraped away by the flying Spirit Thread.

"You think you can drag this out and call it a draw? Ridiculous!!" Sang Lan laughed loudly as she made her move.

"I'm going to rip your flesh off piece by piece, leaving you wishing you were dead!!"

"Is that so?" The flesh on Zhang Rongfang's hands and shoulder had already healed. He continued to dodge the opponent's attacks as if nothing had happened.

Sang Lan glanced at it and immediately recalled the rumors about the Human Immortal Temple.

"Let's see how many times you can recover!"

He immediately stopped talking and just kept practicing the Fleeting Moon Finger technique over and over again.

The battle between the two gradually became deadlocked.

Sang Lan occasionally unleashed her Spirit Thread to launch a surprise attack, thinking she had won.

But Zhang Rongfang's injuries healed on their own very quickly.

Three hundred points of life is even more outrageous than before.

The injury, if it doesn't break the bone, can be sustained in an instant.

If the bone is injured, it will take two seconds.

It takes three seconds for the flesh and blood to completely disappear through the penetration.

The internal organs need five seconds.