The Pinnacle of the Martial Artist

It was only then that Qing Chen could see Flying Head Barbarian's appearance clearly. The delicate woman's face looked particularly ferocious because of her enlarged skull and bulging muscles.

"Holy crap!" Qing Chen was startled by the ugly face that suddenly flew out and turned around to pull Kamiyo Yunzhi and the other person away.

However, after running only two steps, Qing Chen suddenly saw...

The twelve Flying Head Barbarian twelve different appearances, but all of them had ferocious faces like evil spirits, with dried purple blood tears on their faces, as if a woman's soul was imprisoned within them.

They had long, messy hair, adorned with brightly colored red and green ribbons, like elegantly dressed hostesses at a banquet.

But the colorful ribbons now looked like banners used to summon spirits.

This place is truly a living hell!

He watched the increasingly close, grotesque female faces, and saw their pain and struggle.

There was a pleading look on his face, as if he were asking for relief.

Qing Chen sighed.

I'm not running anymore.

I don't want to run anymore!

Qing Chen suddenly stopped, turned around, and took a deep breath...

On the pale snowfield, the brave young man stood as if in a vast, blank ink painting.

Then, looking up, he forcefully exhaled that cloud of air!

No matter how many of you there are, you are all within the range of this cloud!

In an instant, the snowflakes that were drifting diagonally toward the boy were blown away by this breath of cloud!

Countless sharp snowflakes "washed" away the skin from the twelve Flying Head Barbarian, and the hair from their heads, revealing the bones beneath their hideous faces.

The heavy snow didn't fall to the ground; it swirled up into the sky!

The swirling snowflakes, the tattered fragments of brocade washed away, the blood from the cuts, all resembled a dark firework suddenly bursting into bloom.

The sound of phoenix flutes resounded!

The jade pot turns bright!

A night of flamboyant revelry!

This breath of cloud, one day it will be comparable to Li Yunjing's Star-Picking Hand!

But that won't work yet. Qing Chen is only B-Class, and he has to use every means at his disposal to barely kill an A-rank Onmyoji's shikigami.

Even after being washed into bones by tens of thousands of blades, the twelve Flying Head Barbarian, with their bones riddled with cracks, continued to clench their fangs.

Qing Chen manipulated the two, Kamiyo Yunzhi and himself, to stand in a triangle.

The twelve Flying Head Barbarian ignored Kamiyo Yunzhi Takahashi Izumiike on either side and headed straight for Qing Chen!

Qing Chen felt a sense of peace.

Qing Chen manipulates two Puppet Masters, their bodies intertwined, with him as the axis and the two Puppet Master as the paintbrush.

He used the last of his Knight True Qi to create a blade from transparent threads...

Cut!

Rest in peace.

The twelve Flying Head Barbarian fell into the net that Qing Chen had woven for them. Just as they flew to Qing Chen's front, Qing Chen forcefully clasped his hands together in the middle.

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

The wire connecting him to the two Puppet Master shredded the Flying Head Barbarian in the net into dust.

Qing Chen stood there, panting heavily, watching the pile of bones in front of him transform into a streak of light and fly away.

He sighed again in his heart. Even if he killed these Flying Head Barbarian, the twelve imprisoned women would probably never be able to escape.

Killing an A-rank shikigami with B-Class is astonishing, even if the opponent is a shikigami.

Below the A-level, Qing Chen could probably ignore any opponent.

But at that moment, Qing Chen sensed something was wrong and suddenly turned around!

It's too late!

The Flying Head Barbarian attack was just a feint; the real killing move was yet to come!

This time, a huge White Tiger with a single horn pounced, its limbs bulging with muscles, and its gaping maw could almost swallow a whole person!

This White Tiger could walk silently on the snow, and the snow never collapsed where it passed.

ATS-062 Shikigami, Bai Ze!

Bai Ze leaped high into the air from a distance of five zhang, pouncing on Qing Chen with absolute ferocity.

Without his Knight True Qi, Qing Chen couldn't even use his Blade Silk.

He held the Black Sniper rifle in his pocket, calmly pulling the trigger: eyes! heart! neck!

In the heavy snow, the boy's pupils suddenly narrowed, and the Flame Markings on his cheeks suddenly spread out!

The world seems to have slowed down... no, it's just that his computing power has become faster!

The speed at which Bai Ze pounced seemed to slow down in his eyes, and he himself pulled the trigger as if in slow motion.

He even felt he could see with his naked eye the marks left by each of those bright yellow bullets.

The bullet struck Bai Ze, but even though it had entered his body, it did nothing to hinder his fierce attack.

Qing Chen pulled Takahashi Izumiike in front of him.

He then leaned back.

The enormous creature tore the Takahashi Izumiike apart in mid-air with a single claw, and as it flew over Qing Chen, it swung its claw downwards, leaving five deep blood grooves on his left chest.

They almost broke his collarbone!

Qing Chen stood up and stepped back, blood streaming down his chest and staining the snow crimson.

Bai Ze, who was blind in one eye, paced slowly on the snow, eyeing him menacingly, seemingly wanting to wait until Qing Chen bled more before making a move.

Blood was rapidly draining away, the Knight True Qi was exhausted, and even the Black Sniper's speed was ineffective against A-rank shikigami.

Qing Chen gave a bitter laugh. Was he going to die?

Time travel is like a dream.

He has seen the sunrise over the Green Mountain Cliff.

I've seen the giant wolves in the Black Sea of Greenland.

I've seen the razor-sharp ridge atop Takayama Hida.

I've seen the dazzling neon lights.

It feels like just yesterday that someone told him to climb a mountain, see a snowfall, and chase a dream.

It's a bit of a pity that he hasn't reached the end of the longest road among all the shortcuts in this world.

Qing Chen stopped using the Black Sniper and instead his eyes shone with a golden light.

Radiant with light!

Death is terrifying.

But for some reason, Qing Chen always felt that every time he felt fear, he could feel excited!

Even if we perish together, it doesn't matter.

Please scatter with the Thunderclap!

A powerful electric current surged from the boy's body, even producing a crackling sound.

Whirlpools gradually appear in the ocean deep within life, and the blood slowly boils.

Qing Chen is determined to exhaust all his potential and die here with dignity!

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

"Huh?"

This question arose from nowhere.

It was as if they were puzzled that Qing Chen had awakened, and as if they were marveling at how, among the generations of knights, not only had this generation finally shown signs of growing stronger again, but also that the existence of "job-changing knights" had emerged...

The person who came had no idea that Qing Chen could awaken his powers after becoming a knight!

At this moment, someone gently walked past Qing Chen, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Don't worry, your master is here."

Qing Chen suddenly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the back of the figure that had just brushed past him, as majestic as a mountain and as vast as the sea.

The boy had been looking forward to this journey ever since he began.

He had the Daytime members pass on the message, but he wasn't sure where his master was or whether he could get there in time.

And now.

The master who said, "I will only accompany you for a part of your journey, and from now on I will not care about wind, snow or sunshine," has really come.

The next moment, Bai Ze leaped up and pounced on Qing Chen, but Li Shutong lightly leaped and crashed down on Bai Ze's head like a falling mountain!

With a loud bang, Bai Ze, who had leaped into the air, was caught off guard and trampled into the snow and mud!

Snowflakes flew like waterfalls, and the ground cracked like a spider web.

The speed of this demigod was unprecedented in Qing Chen's life. He only felt that his master's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight and reappeared above Bai Ze's head!

Seeing that Bai Ze was not quite dead, Li Shutong swiftly grabbed it by the neck, lifted it up, and then slammed it to the ground.

With another loud bang, Qing Chen felt as if the entire mountain range trembled after the fall.

"Still not dead?" Li Shutong asked with great interest.

At this moment, the White Tiger rolled over and stood up, waving its thick claws at Li Shutong.

With some unknown force, the middle-aged man lightly slapped the White Tiger across the face once again.

With a loud bang, the three-meter-long White Tiger was tumbled and slammed into the snow-capped mountain dozens of meters away.

The White Tiger resembled a painting, slowly descending along the mountainside in a trajectory that defied the laws of physics.

Hitting someone is like hanging a painting!

Another case of beating someone up as if it were a painting!

Qing Chen knew that all of the White Tiger's bones were probably shattered. In front of Li Shutong, this A-level shikigami was no different from those bandits in the wilderness.

At this moment, the mountain range emitted a humming sound as it could not bear the weight, and the snow on the mountain collapsed and covered the White Tiger.

Where the White Tiger collided with the mountain range, a huge rock shattered into countless pieces. The force that struck the White Tiger mountain had not yet dissipated and had penetrated into the rocks!

This time, the White Tiger did not stand up again, but instead transformed into a streak of light and flew away.

To describe it lightly.

This is the power of a martial arts demigod; a single palm strike crippled an A-rank shikigami, and even the mountains no longer wanted to bear such power.

Even now, Qing Chen was still unable to calm down. He had originally thought that A-level was just a little better than B-Class in terms of physical fitness, while demigods were better than A-level.

Unexpectedly, the ultimate skill of a martial artist can reach a speed that is difficult to detect with the naked eye!

In the past, Qing Chen had always thought that knights actually had much simpler methods compared to other cultivators.

For example, the legacy of the Hu Corporation Intelligence Agency can eventually be crafted into twenty-four Jade Sword, which are extremely powerful.

Compared to this, isn't the knight's demigod a bit weak? Is he only able to win by ganging up on others?

But at this moment he understood why no demigod in this world wanted to fight Knight Demigod one-on-one.

Li Shutong calmly addressed the snowy plain. "You've been hiding from me for so long, always huddled in the sacred bridge of your Kamishiro family, too afraid to come out. Now that you've captured my disciple, it seems your courage has grown. Well then, since you're here, come out and have a fight, then you can travel in An Xin."

The sound, though not loud, reverberated far and wide across the snowfield, like the vast tolling of a temple bell at dusk.

It brings a sense of peace to those who hear it.

Li Shutong slowly turned around and looked at Qing Chen with a smile, "See that? That's a knight."

Qing Chen suddenly smiled through his tears. He remembered what he had said to Jingūji Maki, who was in Hokkaido, on the phone that morning.

Don't worry, your master has a master too.

Li Shutong has finally arrived.

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