Do You Two Know You're Breaking the Fucking Law?

Bao Liang suddenly laughed, a wild excitement in his eyes. After getting used to Ji Juechen's attack style Bao Liang decisively chose to use brute force to overcome all techniques, meeting the sword's edge with his fist.

In the midst of their conversation, Bao Liang suddenly changed the rhythm of his attack.

It was no longer a rapid series of punches, but each punch was filled with power— the Ultimate Flame condensed into miniature Sun on the surface of the fist, and the true power of the Explosion Martial Soul began to gradually emerge.

Ji Juechen's reaction was surprisingly calm: he did not dodge or block, but just as his fist was about to touch the sword, he slightly rotated his wrist outward, causing the blade to meet his fist at an extremely tricky angle—not to meet the fist head-on, but to use the hardness of the sword to divide the path of the fist's force.

Boom--!

An explosion rang out between the two men.

Bao Liang's fist struck Ji Juechen's sword squarely. The Ultimate Flame exploded instantly at the point of contact, but Ji Juechen's arm only sank slightly, using the sword's resilience to redirect the force of the explosion to the ground.

At that moment, a dent the size of an adult appeared in the bluestone slab, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

"What terrifying strength..." Ji Juechen's voice revealed surprise for the first time. There was no other reason than that Bao Liang's strength was too great.

The attack was so powerful that he was basically unable to defend himself.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Bao Liang's second punch followed—this time he didn't use Explosion, but pure physical strength. His fist had a faint metallic sheen, which was the strengthening of his muscle fibers when his Second Soul Skill, Molten Fire Thousandfold Forging, was used to forge himself.

This time, Ji Juechen chose to dodge: he turned his body to the side and slashed out with his black sword. Wherever the sword energy passed, a white trace was left in the air that could be seen with the naked eye - that was because his sword speed was so fast that it created a vacuum in the air.

Bao Liang's fist grazed past Ji Juechen's clothes, creating a whistling sound.

He suddenly realized that although he was strong, Ji Juechen's swordsmanship, though wild, had its own unique rhythm—each strike appeared precisely in the gap between his bursts of power, as if an invisible hand was controlling the rhythm of the battle for him.

"Wait..." Bao Liang suddenly narrowed his eyes as he took half a step back, "I think... I understand."

Bao Liang suddenly stopped dodging and instead stepped forward to meet him.

This time he didn't use his fists, but decisively put on his armor again, and then suddenly thrust his left shoulder forward, the dark armor gleaming with a cold metallic light in the setting sun.

Ji Juechen seemed to have anticipated this move.

He lightly touched the ground with his toes, flipped backward, and the black sword drew a complete arc in mid-air, aiming straight for Bao Liang's throat.

Bao Liang's reaction was also unexpectedly quick.

With a downward press of his right hand, the Ultimate Flame of his Explosion Martial Soul spewed out a thin tongue of fire from his palm—not for an explosion, but to create a temporary barrier.

The flames and the sword tip collided in mid-air, instantly bursting into clusters of blue-purple sparks.

Ji Juechen's body was jolted in mid-air by the force of the recoil, but he quickly regained his balance, lightly touched the bluestone with his toes, and landed like a nimble cat.

Bao Liang suddenly smiled, a hint of appreciation in his smile, "Your swordsmanship... though wild, has its own set of principles."

Excellent, truly excellent.

Ji Juechen did not answer, but the instant Bao Liang finished speaking, he suddenly accelerated forward—several amplifications led to the most direct thrust, the sword like a black venomous snake, aiming straight for Bao Liang's heart.

Bao Liang neither dodged nor blocked this time.

He merely shifted his body slightly, letting the sword tip graz his armpit, while simultaneously unleashing his left fist like a cannonball towards Ji Juechen's ribs.

Click--

A sharp cracking sound rang out between the two of them.

Ji Juechen's body was sent flying in an arc by Bao Liang's fist, but his amazing waist strength allowed him to flip over after flying half a meter and regain his balance.

This time, however, he had a fist-sized dent on his left arm, and his left side was even more sunken, with the fabric torn to reveal bruised muscles and obvious bone marks.

"You... you actually dared to take my sword strike head-on like that?" Ji Juechen's voice carried shock for the first time, but even more so, excitement.

Bao Liang shook his head. "It's not a question of whether I dare or not."

Yes... I suddenly realized that your sword and my fist are actually speaking the same language.

As he spoke, Bao Liang suddenly changed his tactics.

It was no longer a head-on confrontation, but each strike carried a special feeling—he began to consciously infuse his own insights into his fists, insights into Destruction.

"What's going on?" Ji Juechen frowned suddenly after deflecting the punch. "Your punch... it feels... off?!"

"There's one thing I need to correct..." Bao Liang tilted his head slightly, a glint of purple light flashing in his eyes, "It's not death, it's Destruction."

As he spoke, Bao Liang suddenly increased the pace of his attack.

Each punch was accompanied by faint purple sparks of electricity, and each strike seemed to tear the surrounding air apart—this was the prototype of Bao Liang's Fourth Soul Skill, Chain Explosion.

However, at this moment, Bao Liang was only using the most basic Explosion power to convey this sense of Destruction.

Ji Juechen, however, found it increasingly difficult to cope.

He started using dodges more frequently instead of taking hits head-on.

Because he couldn't handle it!

His footsteps left a series of deep footprints on the bluestone slabs, each landing accompanied by a slight tremor—not out of fear, but because the oppressive feeling of facing death was gradually eroding his senses.

"What? Are you scared?" Bao Liang suddenly laughed. "Look at yourself, not just your sword, but you... aren't you starting to tremble too?"

Ji Juechen looked down at the black sword in his hand, and then at his own hands.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly—not because of fatigue, but because the Destruction intent emanating from Bao Liang's fist was actually transmitted through the vibration of the air to his sword, and then from the sword to his body and his heart.

"Haha! Hahahaha!" Ji Juechen suddenly burst into laughter, "That's it! That's exactly what I've been pursuing!"

I felt it! The restless, yet suppressed passion within you! I felt the overwhelming sense of destruction emanating from you, Destruction that seemed to make even the soul tremble!

Ji Juechen raised his sword again, but this time he stopped attacking completely.

With a horizontal slash of his black sword, a faint silver-white trail was left in the air—his sword speed was so fast that it created a visible sword shadow in the air, which then abruptly stopped in an instant.

Suddenly, a light shone in Bao Liang's eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the Ultimate Flame of the Explosion Martial Soul suddenly erupted throughout his body, and the dark armor even emitted a faint purple light at this moment—it was the ultimate fusion of the true meaning of Destruction and the Ultimate Flame.

The two grew increasingly imposing, and the clash between their wills intensified.

Ji Juechen: "Sword Maniac Domain-- "

Bao Liang: "The Majestic Heavenly Might— "

Just as their auras were about to reach their peak and collide at that very moment, a figure seemed to materialize from thin air, forcefully intervening between them.

"Ugh--!"

Both of them were simultaneously blasted away by this powerful aura.

Bao Liang's body drew a graceful arc in the air, while Ji Juechen's body was in a more disheveled state, tumbling several times in the air before barely managing to steady himself.

"Grandpa!" Xiao and Meng exclaimed in surprise. The person who came was none other than Jing Hongchen, who had just finished dealing with the Crown Prince's men.

Looking at the two people she had blasted away and then at the mess they had made of the surroundings, Jing Hongchen was so angry that the veins on her forehead bulged.

"You two little brats! You dare to fight in the middle of the street? You're asking for trouble, aren't you?! Do you know you've broken the law?!"

Bao Liang: What the hell? What law have I broken this time?

Ji Juechen: Is fighting illegal?

Meng Hongchen sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation, "Sigh, I was just too slow to speak."

Jing Hongchen looked at the two brats in front of her, who dared to fight in the street without any regard for others, and trembled with anger.

"You two... get out of here and get into the solitary confinement room!!!"