Lu Zian was suddenly stunned. He had fought with many people in the Mainland, but no one had ever been able to take a punch from him without any damage. However, Bai-haired Ding San seemed completely unfazed, as if the punch didn't hit him at all. What was going on? Could it be that his strength had reached such a level that Lu's power couldn't harm him at all?

Just as Lu Zian was astonished, Ding San moved. He directly extended his hand, reaching out to grasp Lu Zian.

Lu Zian possessed formidable strength, but Ding San made his move without any technique, not considering defense or attack skills. Seeing him attack like this, a cold smile crossed Lu Zian's lips, and he punched directly at Ding San's left rib.

The ribs are a critical part of the human body, and even a light hit can make it hard for someone to breathe. With Lu Zian's strength, the power of his strike was incredibly strong. Lu knew this punch was enough to break all of Ding San's ribs.

However, the reality was entirely beyond his expectations. His fist hit Ding San's left rib, but it felt as though he struck a highly resilient cushion, not even touching Ding San's ribs, so naturally, it couldn't harm Ding San in the slightest.

In fact, Ding San didn't feel any pain and didn't dodge, directly grabbing Lu Zian's wrist.

Lu Zian initially thought that his punch would injure Ding San, thereby determining the outcome of the battle. Therefore, he didn't evade Ding San at that moment. But the result was unexpected; not only did he fail to harm Ding San, but he was also caught by Ding San, who pulled him in.

Lu Zian frowned, immediately using grappling techniques, twisting his wrist to seize Ding San's wrist, attempting to forcefully twist it. However, he underestimated Ding San's strength. Although he caught Ding San's wrist, he couldn't move it in the slightest, let alone twist it.

Lu Zian was shocked inside; he was extremely confident in his strength. Even if this Bai-haired Ding San was strong, he shouldn't be this powerful, right? He used all his strength, yet he couldn't move Ding San's wrist even a little bit. How was this possible?

In his amazement, Ding San had already dragged him in front of him. Ding San showed no expression as he threw a punch towards Lu Zian's chest. It was apparent that Ding San attacked without any technique, like someone who didn't know Martial Arts. However, his Inner Strength was extremely powerful, so much so that a powerful warrior like Lu Zian couldn't harm him at all. With such Inner Strength, if this punch landed, the consequences would be disastrous!

Lu Zian hastily extended his hand to deflect Ding San's punch and then delivered several more punches to Ding San's chest. But Ding San still didn't seem to feel any pain and punched at Lu Zian again.

Lu Zian was greatly surprised. These punches were made with all his strength. Even if Ding San was more powerful than him, he shouldn't have no feeling from being hit, right?

Ding San's attack was monotonous, and Lu Zian repeatedly avoided his punches, then took the opportunity to counterattack. But the result was the same; his fist hit Ding San, and Ding San had no feeling. After this continued for a while, Lu Zian started to grow anxious. If this continued until he ran out of energy, he would surely be doomed!

Moreover, Ding San had taken dozens of his punches without any sign of injury, which was an unacceptable result for him. If Ding San knew any techniques, he probably would have been defeated long ago!

Lu Zian desperately wanted to change the current situation, but with one hand caught by Ding San, he couldn't break free at all. After some grappling, Lu Zian suddenly let out a loud shout, dodging Ding San's attack, and fiercely kicked Ding San's chest.

Ding San didn't move at all; the kick didn't harm him in the slightest. However, Lu Zian used the force of the kick to leap upwards, jumping over Ding San's head.

This brought the two into a back-to-back position. Ding San pulled Lu Zian's wrist forcefully, lifting him entirely off the ground, creating an extremely awkward situation.

At this tense moment, from a mountaintop in the distance, two people faced each other. One of them was the Bloody Monk, and opposite him stood a short, hideous man with one blind eye. This man looked about fifty or sixty years old, his face extremely sinister—a formidably unscrupulous individual.

However, being able to stand face to face with the Bloody Monk was truly impressive. It seemed this person was also a Peak Master!

Seeing Lu Zian in danger below, the man slightly frowned. Just then, the Bloody Monk stepped forward with a cold smile, "If you can get past me, you can go down and help him. However, I fear by the time you arrive, he'll already be dead!"

The one-eyed man glanced at the two fighting below but didn't advance. Instead, he looked coldly at the Bloody Monk, saying, "It seems you're quite confident in your Puppet!"

"Strength brings confidence. Without strength, what makes you confident?" Bloody Monk sneered, "The Heavenly Master's strength is decent, and his apprentices are okay too. It's just a pity they're too arrogant to challenge my assassins. Today, I must make him suffer, or else he won't understand what it means to know one's limits!"

The one-eyed man sneered, "Hmph, the fight isn't over yet. You're celebrating too early!"

"Too early? It's quite late already!" Bloody Monk sneered continuously, "I estimate you should go report to the Heavenly Master now. 'Failed to succeed before leaving the apprenticeship, died first', the Killer Breaker Wolf Grid is nothing much after all."

"The grid of Killer Breaker Wolf is formed; no one can stop it!" The one-eyed man's face turned solemn, and he exclaimed, "Having agreed to the Seven Kills Fate, he's destined to achieve great deeds and absolutely won't die here!"

Bloody Monk sneered, "Then I'd like to see how he breaks out of this deadlock!"

The one-eyed man said nothing more, only coldly watched Lu Zian and Ding San battling below.

Lu Zian and Ding San stood back-to-back, Ding San exerted strength to lift his arm, directly hoisting him up, as if hanging Lu Zian on his back.

Lu Zian was clever as well. When Ding San lifted him, he promptly hooked his legs around Ding San's legs, preventing himself from being thrown over. However, this left him in a precarious situation, hanging mid-air, while Ding San's other hand came over, evidently aiming to grab Lu Zian's other arm.

Already disadvantaged after Ding San seized one of his arms, Lu Zian found himself in a very passive situation. Now, as Ding San attempted to grab his other arm, he made a concerted effort to dodge. Yet, hanging on Ding San's back meant even if he dodged, it was not a permanent solution. In such tight quarters, he would eventually be caught by Ding San, and then he'd be doomed.

Nevertheless, faced with this predicament, Lu Zian remained completely unpanicked. After dodging several times, he seized the opportunity, exerting force with his legs, bending his entire body forward. This maneuver lifted Ding San, transforming into him carrying Ding San.

Though Ding San was strong, his body wasn't heavy, and Lu Zian effortlessly carried him. Ding San wasn't fazed at all and directly reached out to grab Lu Zian's neck, squeezing forcefully.

Witnessing this situation, a glimpse of a cold smile crossed Bloody Monk's face atop the mountain. He knew Ding San had completely gained control of the situation.

The one-eyed man's expression changed, and he discreetly stepped sideways, seeming ready to intervene at any moment. However, Bloody Monk was watching him intently. Seeing him move, Bloody Monk stepped leisurely forward, blocking his way. The message was clear: you can watch here, but there's no way you're going down to help!

With Ding San's strength, Lu Zian felt as though his neck would be crushed, leaving him hardly able to breathe. Despite this, Lu Zian showed no intention of struggling, simply rushing forward with Ding San on his back, arriving in front of the Overlord Spear, and swiftly lifting it.

Lu Zian's leap over Ding San's head had this goal in mind. Realizing with his capability he'd never escape Ding San's grasp, he'd planned to employ the Overlord Spear against his opponent.

Grasping the Overlord Spear, Lu Zian immediately mustered all his strength, and with a swing, thrust the spear at Ding San.

The Overlord Spear appeared clumsy yet was indeed sharp, piercing directly into Ding San's abdomen.

Ding San finally released his grip, retreating several steps, bewilderedly staring at his abdominal wound. The spearhead of the Overlord Spear was large, and the wound created by this thrust was equally sizable, roughly the size of a fist. Blood flowed like water, quickly drenching his clothes in a terrifying red.

An ordinary person struck like this would likely be dead. But Ding San was different; he stood dazedly gazing at his wound, still not understanding what had just happened.

Having finally broken free, Lu Zian's neck was nearly crushed by Ding San. Holding the Overlord Spear, he retreated several steps, coughing continuously, before barely regaining his breath. Looking up, Ding San still stood dazed, showing no signs of pain, and it was unclear what was actually happening!

On the mountain peak, witnessing this scene, a flicker of a cold smile appeared on the one-eyed man's face. He smugly glanced at Bloody Monk, saying, "It seems, ultimately, the Heavenly Master's apprentice is superior. Even if your puppet doesn't fear pain, it's still a physical body, having lost so much blood, how much longer can it live?"

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