The Way to Victory

Standing outside the main hall, Chen Fan's eyes burned with fervor.

"So that's how it is. Senior, your strength doesn't change based on my cultivation and overall strength, but on the strength I display in real time. The weaker the 'strength' I show, the less power you can wield..."

"Yang" nodded. "The more external items or methods of enhancement you use, the more power I can wield. With the same increase in strength, the power of the techniques I can unleash far surpasses yours..."

"If you wish to defeat me... then it would be best not to use any means of strengthening yourself. Rely only on your cultivation, physical body, swordsmanship, and realm!"

The White Emperor Armor was a nine-star Dao artifact. Even though it had yet to fully recover, its grade was still far too high.

It could even weaken ninety percent of the attacks of a fourth-level longevity expert.

There was even less need to mention the Cold Edge Sword. Though it was only a six-star Dao artifact, with the sword embryo within it, its power was no weaker than that of a high-grade Dao artifact.

The boost those two items alone gave Chen Fan was terrifying.

And "Yang" had clearly factored those two weapons in as well!

Chen Fan activated the Origin Pearl, instantly healing all his injuries, then charged into the main hall once more.

Even at this point, Chen Fan still crumbled at the first touch. Yet he was no longer being instantly slain, allowing him to finally glimpse a chance at victory.

This time, he held out for ten breaths before fleeing the main hall in a miserable state.

At that moment, his entire body was drenched in blood.

He licked his lips, his eyes shining brightly. The swordsmanship "Yang" used had always been