Lü Yue smiled in harmony, without any false modesty.
"It was a fine martial art to begin with. I know your methods do not end here, but whatever Trump Cards you have today, feel free to use them. The outcome was decided long ago."
With that, Lü Yue shifted his body. As he darted, twisted, and turned, he left behind nine figures on the ground, solid and unscattered, as though he had split into nine clones.
The nine phantom incarnations then shot out at once, attacking Ma Tianyi from different directions. Their moves varied, yet their intent was harmonious, carrying a grand momentum that seemed capable of annihilating and crushing everything.
Ma Tianyi's hand was injured, yet he felt no fear whatsoever. Or rather, he had already cast life and death aside. His fighting spirit surged wildly; his punches and palms were short and compact, yet swift as thunder, while his legwork swept like the wind, fierce and domineering.
At nearly the same instant, he unleashed nine martial techniques, striking at the scattered phantom incarnations. Violent true qi roiled like crashing waves, condensed force blasting the air until it boomed and rumbled.
Mountain rocks exploded, the earth's crust trembled, and great swathes of yellow soil were churned loose and soft by the aftershocks of the battle.
Lü Yue had already stepped forward himself. The five fingers of both hands flexed and curled, bent like hooks, with sharp, blazing force capable of tearing through gold and iron densely coating his clawed fingers.
His arms swung in great circles, qi coursing through his entire body. His fierce claw techniques swept unchallenged in all directions, impossible to resist.
Though Ma Tianyi's cultivation was profound and his true qi, accumulated through years of bitter training, was robust, compared to Lü Yue's Special Physique and