Gu Li also found it somewhat regrettable. These Heavy Gang Fist Gauntlets could amplify his fist force by fifty percent. Combined with the intent of his Great Vigor Divine Fist, their power was simply immeasurable. Against experts of the same level, if they were careless for even a moment, he might even kill them with a single punch.
If possible, he did not wish to defeat his opponent by such means. Unfortunately, this Life and Death Duel was not merely a personal martial contest; it also represented the designs of those behind him. There could not be the slightest mishap. Thus, no matter how unwilling or resentful he was, he could only act with the greatest possible chance of victory.
Casually tossing the shattered, misshapen treasured saber aside, Old Blade Zhao's aura remained deep and steady. He watched Gu Li, observing the flow of qi around him. Though he could spot no flaw, he did not lose heart. Instead, he accelerated his movement technique, splitting into several phantom figures that attacked Gu Li from different directions at once.
Though he held no saber in hand, he himself was a saber, and the intensity of his saber qi and the brilliance of his saber light surpassed even what they had been before.
Gu Li's interest was also piqued. Old Blade Zhao truly was a fine opponent. Though he had fallen into an absolute disadvantage, he could still respond calmly, intending to rely on his movement advantage to seek an opportunity. Admirable.
Still, Gu Li's response was equally methodical. His fist techniques were perfectly balanced; every punch carried the force to blanket a thousand jun, its power mighty and condensed, like a mountain pressing down from above. He gave his opponent no opening whatsoever.
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