Chapter 88: The Might of “Formless Sword Qi”! Absorption!

Jiumozhi continued: “Layman’s martial prowess is astonishing. This little monk concedes. Victory and defeat are clear—might you now allow this monk to depart?”

Earlier, he had already realized he could not shake off Fang Han with light skill.

Though the youth’s martial experience was lacking, his body techniques were of the highest order.

And with such bottomless internal strength, he could not even exhaust him.

To face his Formless Sword Qi directly was impossible.

He could not flee, nor outlast him.

Jiumozhi now stood in a dilemma.

Fang Han’s expression was calm, though he sighed faintly:

“For an absolute master like the Great Wheel Ming King, I am stirred by the hunt—how could I let you go?”

Jiumozhi’s face did not change. He made another Buddhist gesture:

“So be it. This little monk shall then—”

Before he could finish, his body exploded into motion! In a flash, he was upon Fang Han, Flame Saber energy roaring!

The only reason he had been so constrained before was because of the Six Meridian Divine Sword’s deadly range.

In the original course of events, even when Duan Yu subconsciously used the sword, he was shocked and dared not approach. But realizing Duan Yu knew nothing of martial technique, that sometimes it worked and sometimes not, he dared close in and captured him.

But Fang Han was no Duan Yu. His mastery far surpassed such fumbling chances—he would never be so easily seized.

So long as the Formless Sword Qi pressed, Jiumozhi could not approach, always forced to avoid, ultimately fleeing in defeat.

But now, seeing Fang Han unwilling to relent, Jiumozhi erupted, gambling on a sudden strike to turn the tide.

Ong!

Sword qi howled!

Jiumozhi’s heart trembled. Yet he knew—if this strike failed, he would surely be slowly ground to death.

His gaze hardened—ignoring the Formless Sword Qi, he pressed forward!

With a subtle shift of his body, he barely avoided a fatal spot.

The sword qi pierced through his left shoulder. Jiumozhi grunted, but he was already within half a zhang of Fang Han, saber force crashing down!

Crackle!

Fang Han’s eyes flickered. Of course he would not meet it head-on. A step of Lingbo Weibu, and his body twisted gracefully aside.

In an instant, several streams of sword qi pierced into Jiumozhi, carving deep bloody holes.

Such wounds should have felled any ordinary man.

But to their shock, Jiumozhi, grievously wounded, suddenly whirled, striking back from an impossible angle, his Flame Saber force even fiercer than before!

Fang Han’s heart tightened. At such close quarters, if he continued with the Six Meridian Divine Sword, he would win, but not without taking a heavy blow in return.

In a flash of decision, he shifted sword fingers into a fist—launching the Taizu Long Fist (Taizu Changquan).

Though this boxing art was rudimentary, Fang Han had trained it nearly to perfection. Its force was direct and fierce!

Augmented by his Beiming True Qi (Beiming Zhenqi), it was anything but ordinary!

Jiumozhi’s eyes lit with joy. He had feared only the Six Meridian Divine Sword—if used, even victory would leave him crippled.

But to see his foe abandon it for mere Taizu Long Fist—he knew he could win!

Boom!

A muffled crash resounded!

Both staggered from the clash.

Fang Han felt Jiumozhi’s Flame Saber force—burning, heavy, scorching!

Like fire crawling into his arm, leaving it numb, almost unable to feel his palm.

He could not help but marvel inwardly: “This force—were it not for my immense Beiming True Qi, I would have lost an arm in an instant!”

But if Fang Han marveled, Jiumozhi was even more horrified.

At the clash, first came the rebound force—

Sixty to seventy percent of his Flame Saber’s strength was instantly reflected!

And Fang Han’s punch carried a brutal, overbearing power.

Though not on par with his Flame Saber, to have honed Taizu Long Fist to this level was astounding.

Yet ultimately, it could not match the Flame Saber. In this clash, he had won!

But just as he rejoiced—suddenly, a terrifying suction surged forth!

His inner force convulsed, rushing uncontrollably from his dantian to his palm, then outward, endlessly pouring into his opponent’s fist.

Jiumozhi’s scalp prickled in terror. “Huagong Dafa!?”

A martial art that could drain another’s internal energy—surely it was the sinister Huagong Dafa of the Ding Elder of Xingxiu Sea!

By instinct, he attempted to use shock force to sever the absorption.

If he had been at full strength, with his profound and solid inner power, even Fang Han would not have been able to absorb it so easily.

For Beiming Divine Skill (Beiming Shengong) was not invincible—faced with one of immense, refined, and rock-solid internal power, it would be difficult to draw their qi.

For they could repel it by sending forceful shocks outward.

Jiumozhi, a peerless master, could have done so.

But after hours of battle, exhausting himself against Benyin, then spending everything against Fang Han, now wounded—his inner reserves were heavily depleted.

Though he instinctively tried to resist, it was futile.

Most crucially—Fang Han’s own inner power was unimaginably vast!

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