The Great Nightmare Art

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Just as Jiang Yue had guessed, Mr. Qingming really was like a hard-shelled giant tortoise. It was difficult to find any weakness in him.

Jiang Yue had tried all kinds of attacks and used every trick at his disposal, but he still couldn't break through Mr. Qingming's defenses.

Mr. Qingming grinned viciously. "Kid, weren't you supposed to be so capable? Don't you have any other tricks?"

Jiang Yue remained calm. The fact that his usual attacks weren't working didn't make him lose patience.

Without pausing, he charged forward again and unleashed a fierce barrage of attacks around Mr. Qingming.

His previous attacks had already proven completely ineffective against Mr. Qingming, but Jiang Yue seemed determined to keep trying, launching attacks without regard for anything else.

It didn't look like a fight to the death. Instead, it seemed more like an emotional outburst—a helpless attempt to vent his frustration.

Even so, Mr. Qingming didn't dare let down his guard. He knew a little about Jiang Yue and understood the kid's way of doing things.

Though young, Jiang Yue was shrewd and experienced.

Otherwise, how could Zhu Yindong and the people from the Ice Sea have both fallen at his hands?

Jiang Yue seemed to be attacking recklessly, like a desperate man with nothing to lose. But Mr. Qingming couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The kid had to be up to something.

"Kid, I don't care what tricks you're playing. I've got no interest in wasting time here with you."

As he spoke, Mr. Qingming moved his palm, repeatedly flicking his fingers. Streams of green light shot out one after another. He was clearly trying to use them to alert his accomplices outside.

Jiang Yue snorted. "Trying to contact your accomplices? You think I'd let you do that?"