Bang, bang, bang!
The alley rang with the sound of fierce collisions as two figures darted back and forth.
The Yellow-Clothed Woman moved with agility. Her swordsmanship had reached an exceptionally high level, and every gesture brimmed with the sharpness of a keen blade.
Even so, she still couldn't take down Zhao Kuo.
Zhao Kuo was not as nimble as the Yellow-Clothed Woman, but he seemed to be wearing armor on both arms.
Relying on its sturdy defenses, he easily blocked her relentless attacks.
The two exchanged blows rapidly in the cramped, narrow alley. After a violent collision, they both fell back.
The Yellow-Clothed Woman glared at Zhao Kuo with a grim expression, her hand trembling slightly around her Precious Sword.
Zhao Kuo noticed. He grunted and shook both hands sharply, dissipating the lingering force in his arms.
Then he looked at her and sneered. "Plenty of people want me dead. You think you can do it?"
"I can!"
The Yellow-Clothed Woman took a deep breath and darted forward like a phantom, attacking Zhao Kuo once more.
After their previous exchange, Zhao Kuo's expression was calm. Faced with her assault, he advanced instead of retreating.
Bang, bang, bang!
The Precious Sword clashed against his armor again, the grating sound echoing through the alley.
Her sword darted like a fish, weaving in every direction. Relying on her nimble movements, she thrust at Zhao Kuo.
"Hm?"
The Yellow-Clothed Woman's expression tightened when her attack was blocked, but she quickly recovered and pulled back her Precious Sword.
Before Zhao Kuo could react, she thrust it toward his chest.
She had thought that even if she couldn't kill him, she could at least wound him.
But the resistance she met made her freeze.
This guy was wearing soft armor too!
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the Yellow-Clothed Woman falter, Zhao Kuo burst into wild laughter, but his hands never slowed.
"Break!"
With a low growl, a savage force suddenly surged through both his arms.
Right in front of the Yellow-Clothed Woman, he wrenched her Precious Sword in two with sheer strength.
With a sharp snap, the broken Precious Sword hit the ground.
At the sight, the Yellow-Clothed Woman's expression changed drastically, and she retreated again and again.
Zhao Kuo had no intention of letting her escape. He pressed forward step by step, a mocking glint in his eyes.
His arms swung with brutal force, slamming toward her as he advanced.
Without her Precious Sword, the Yellow-Clothed Woman's fighting strength plummeted. She could only rely on her nimble movements to dodge.
But no defense held forever. Zhao Kuo soon found an opening and struck her in the chest with his palm.
"You're a man?"
Feeling the touch beneath his palm, Zhao Kuo furrowed his brows and asked coldly.
As a veteran of countless battles, how could he fail to tell the difference? One touch had been enough to make him realize something was off.
The Yellow-Clothed Woman staggered back several steps from the blow. Her face flushed, and she grunted as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
She didn't answer. She glared at Zhao Kuo, then turned to flee.
But Zhao Kuo wasn't about to let her go. He roared, "Trying to run? Not a chance!"
Before the words had left his mouth, Zhao Kuo shot forward, reaching out to grab the Yellow-Clothed Woman.
But she seemed to sense him coming. Just as Zhao Kuo was about to seize her, she whirled around and hurled the Broken Sword in her hand.
At the last moment, Zhao Kuo had no choice but to dodge. That gave the Yellow-Clothed Woman the opening she needed to escape.
Zhao Kuo's expression darkened as he watched her run, but he didn't pursue.
At his speed, he might not have caught up even if he tried.
He looked down at the Broken Sword she had left behind and picked it up, but couldn't see anything special about it.
"A swordsman? Could it be him?"
Zhao Kuo fell into thought, murmuring to himself.
"Who's there?"
Suddenly, he felt a terrifying gust of force coming from behind him, and his expression changed.
He whipped around and saw a jet-black iron palm hurtling toward him.
In desperation, Zhao Kuo raised his hand and punched.
The instant fist met palm, terrifying waves of air rippled outward, whipping both men's hair and clothes.
Su Chen's sleeves fluttered in the wind as well.
Zhao Kuo's pupils contracted slightly at the sight, but he had no time to dwell on it.
The tremendous force from the iron palm left his arm numb.
With a boom, Zhao Kuo was driven back several steps. The muscles in his face twitched, and his breathing turned ragged.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Kuo looked at Su Chen and asked with a dark expression.
Damn it, what rotten luck! Two people had tried to kill him in one day!
Seeing that Zhao Kuo was uninjured, Su Chen's eyes flashed with surprise.
He had already used his cheat to train Iron Sand Palm to its limit three days ago. A single strike could smash a palm-sized rock into tiny fragments.
Yet after taking his full-force palm strike, Zhao Kuo was merely flushed and breathing hard.
Su Chen didn't answer. He attacked again, his expression growing solemn.
Zhao Kuo had likely spent a long time building up his strength in the Practice Strength Realm. He was even stronger than an ordinary practitioner at Practice Strength Perfection.
Compared to him, Liu Tong probably wouldn't last ten moves.
Su Chen grew wary, but his eyes blazed with surging battle intent.
Zhao Kuo was the strongest opponent he had encountered so far. He could use this chance to test his strength.
With that, Su Chen surged forward again.
"Looking to die!"
Zhao Kuo gritted his teeth and roared, charging forward as well.
They clashed.
"What a terrifying Iron Palm!"
"What incredible defenses!"
After their brief exchange, Su Chen and Zhao Kuo had both experienced the other's strength.
Zhao Kuo didn't dare take Su Chen's Iron Palm head-on either. A hit from it would leave him aching all over.
But when Su Chen's Iron Palm struck Zhao Kuo, it was like hitting iron armor. The rebound left his palm tingling.
"Whoever you are, you're not leaving today!"
After backing away several steps, Zhao Kuo clenched both fists. His body suddenly bulged, and with a rip, his clothes burst apart.
His skin was completely black. Su Chen took a closer look and felt his heart tighten.
That wasn't skin, but a thin layer of Black Armor. It looked as if it had grown right onto Zhao Kuo's body.
"What kind of Martial Art is this?" Su Chen was shocked.
Just then, Zhao Kuo's figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, he rushed forward and struck first.
Su Chen thrust out a palm. It struck Zhao Kuo's Black Armor with the sound of metal clashing.
The Black Armor wasn't damaged at all. Su Chen's palm, on the other hand, began to ache.
"Hahaha!"
Zhao Kuo laughed scornfully at the sight, then reached out to twist Su Chen's neck.
Su Chen reacted quickly and dodged, retreating as he watched Zhao Kuo with a grave expression.
No. This Black Armor is incredibly hard. My Iron Sand Palm won't break through it anytime soon. But it only covers his body and limbs—his head is exposed!
Su Chen thought it over and quickly settled on a plan. He charged again, throwing a punch at Zhao Kuo.
"Good!"
Zhao Kuo's face lit up. He stepped forward, not even bothering to defend, and took Su Chen's punch head-on.
With a muffled grunt, Zhao Kuo's arm bent and clamped down on Su Chen's arm.
A cold smile curled his lips as he looked at Su Chen. "Your time is up!"
He clenched his five fingers into a fist and swung it at Su Chen.
But just then, the sound of tearing rang out, and Zhao Kuo's expression froze.
He stared at the arm emerging from his sleeve, his mind full of questions.
Before he could react, a sharp whoosh rang out. A flash of cold light appeared and shot toward him.
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