The Stronger He Fights, The Stronger He Becomes.

Situ Xuan's slash pierced the Heaven-Surpassing Divine Spear's defense and left a mark on Guan Yue's chest.

Guan Yue lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his chest, his expression still calm. But a trace of gravity flashed through his eyes.

Dong Zi'an leaped out of a spatial rift, his wolf claw raking toward the back of Situ Xuan's neck.

Situ Xuan turned and threw a punch. Fist and claw collided, sparks flying in all directions. Dong Zi'an's wolf claw was knocked aside, his five fingers going numb, blood seeping from the web between thumb and forefinger. Several white marks also appeared on Situ Xuan's fist—traces left by the cutting of the spatial rift.

The two each retreated three steps, then lunged forward again at the same time.

Dong Zi'an struck with both claws, his left claw raking at the chest, his right claw digging for the abdomen. The claw wind was fierce, dragging up silver-blue spatial rifts. Situ Xuan pushed out horizontally with both palms, the palm wind mixed with dense malevolent qi. Black fog churned like two black dragons.

Four palms and two claws tangled together, whipping up sand and sending stones flying.

Dong Zi'an's wolf claws were as fast as lightning, one claw following another, every strike aimed at Situ Xuan's vital points. Situ Xuan's palms were as heavy as mountains, one palm following the next, each carrying the force of a thousand jun.

The two went back and forth for more than twenty exchanges, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

Guan Yue held nothing back anymore. Dark-gold light lit up around him as his Four-Word Battle Armor, Heaven-Surpassing, equipped itself. Dark-gold armor covered his entire body, and the armor was filled with spear patterns, every line radiating dazzling light. His helmet covered most