Under the night sky of Xuanzhu County, a complete chaotic revelry was underway. The fiercely burning houses, the increasingly enraged civilians, and the frantic, cruel Silver Blood nobility were all contributing to the fiery party reaching a fever pitch!

Without a doubt, at this very moment, the most dazzling stage in all of Xuanzhu County was the open space behind the flaming ruins of Sea Cape Gate——

Tributor of the Wanghai Mansion, a Martial Artist at the Peak of Perfection, Mr. Iron!

Showdown!

Patriarch of the Jing Family of the five major associations, current president of Silver Blood Association, Jing Zhengwei!

From any perspective, this was an epic battle worthy of being explored and studied for countless years by posterity. If Jing Zhengwei and Mr. Iron were to enter the card pool of some drawing card games in the future, merely based on this battle, it would be sufficient to form a lifelong enemy CP!

However, the one who launched the initial assault was none other than Jing Zhengwei, wielding the evil sword of Soul Purification!

He activated the Lingxu Battle Technique and charged forward!

He activated the illusion cloak to blur himself!

He was gathering light explosions, seemingly about to launch a powerful strike!

Then——

"Mr. Iron, eat shit!"

Leyu slashed his pants with a sword, pulling out the short tube shotgun tied to his calf!

Leyu had abandoned nearly all of Jing Zhengwei's usual practices, but kept only this one—binding a loaded double-barrel short tube shotgun at the calf, capable of turning the tide in necessary circumstances!

Just like he once could counter-kill Leyu.

Leyu now could also blow away Mr. Iron with a gun!

Yet facing the thick black short shotgun pulled out by Leyu, Mr. Iron not only did not dodge, but instead met the mouth of the gun!

Boom!

There was only a loud noise, but nothing happened.

Because the first bullet was a blank, specifically used by Leyu to scare people, last time it made Jing Zhengfeng almost pee himself at the Jing Family.

Though a bit regretful that he hadn't used the blank to scare Mr. Iron into evading, Leyu had anticipated this.

Martial Artists at the Peak of Perfection have a Spiritual Intuition that has reached an unimaginable level; even if a flying flower Martial Artist aimed at them from hundreds of meters away, they could sensitively perceive the source of harm to themselves.

It wasn't 'sensing a killing intent,' but expanding their sensory analytical abilities using Spiritual Power. Ordinary people sometimes have similar circumstances, such as knowing how to navigate in an unfamiliar place, or knowing how to use a game console they've never played... This is not some 'past lives' superpower but a reflection of information gathering capability.

Human's auditory, vision, olfactory, taste... various senses are extremely powerful, merely due to too much redundant information present, it can't be fully utilized, and the so-called intuition is the result of unconsciously comprehensively analyzing valid information.

Martial Artists can dodge bullets in advance, manifesting this effect by reinforcing this intuition with Spiritual Power.

Just relying on intuition to determine the first bullet of the shotgun was a blank, Mr. Iron rushed forward without any second thoughts; the courage and fervor he displayed made Leyu feel touched to leave him with an intact corpse.

But obviously, that was impossible.

Let me use the shotgun to halt your massive kill!

Just as they were two or three steps apart, with Mr. Iron entering the range for shotgun blast maximization, the instant Leyu pulled the trigger, Mr. Iron suddenly spat out blood foam.

The blood foam glittering brightly.

Since Mr. Iron could create a splendid blood flower scene, he could naturally infuse light explosions into his blood foam!

Only to hear two consecutive clang boom sounds, the blood foam accurately hit the shotgun's muzzle with enormous power, directly tilting the muzzle, tightening the shotgun burst; almost all ten odd blossoming round lead bullets missed, only one or two grazed Mr. Iron's body!

Leyu decisively threw the shotgun with no ammo, stabbed directly with a long sword in his right hand, and slashed hard with his left hand, unleashing a long-distance claw-shaped light explosion——

Formless Battle Technique · Devil's Hand!

"Ha..." Mr. Iron exhaled long like a tiger, tilting his head and dodging the thrown shotgun, his right hand gently tearing as if separating hair strands, dispersing the claw-shaped light explosion.

Regarding the Soul Purification demon sword nearly stabbing himself, he reached out his left hand, mischievously flicking the sword's body!

The kinetic vibration transmitted along the sword to Leyu, instantly shaking the Soul Purification demon sword away. If it weren't for Leyu's near immunity to dizziness due to his Ice Blood Physique, this sudden tremor alone would have been enough to make him drop his sword!

Mr. Iron took advantage, jumping into a close range, a heavy burst hammer with his right fist, left hand clawing like an eagle towards Leyu's right wrist holding the sword——

He wanted to snatch the sword!

Leyu suddenly inspired by intuition, immediately performed a vertical split, avoiding Mr. Iron's attack.

Although a martial artist's body is more flexible, Jing Zhengwei clearly hasn't practiced the splits regularly, after all, he doesn't need it for cross-dressing.

Therefore, Le Yu heard a nearly cracking sound from beneath him.

Thankfully, he's immune to pain, so there's no panic.

In an instant, he swung his sword at Mr. Tie's lower body, leaving Mr. Tie to jump in place, preparing to stomp down on him with a vicious force.

However, in that split second, Le Yu rolled swiftly to the side and stood up quickly, flinging a spear attack at Mr. Tie to put distance between them!

A flurry of operations as fierce as a tiger, but only dealing 250 damage, that's Le Yu for you.

In the mere seconds of this battle, Le Yu only inflicted minor injuries on Mr. Tie, while the cost to himself was too great: not only did he lose the trump card of his shotgun, but more importantly, he fully exposed his strength.

Mr. Tie was so brazen when taking the sword earlier because he clearly saw that Le Yu had no skill in swordsmanship. Even though Le Yu, without a sword, has the combat power of an Integration and Mastery level fighter, his opponent is Mr. Tie.

Through this exchange, Le Yu fully realized that someone like Mr. Tie, in his prime and at the Peak of Perfection, could easily overpower him with just technique.

The gap between Le Yu and Mr. Tie is almost like the difference between a provincial table tennis player and an Olympic table tennis athlete—your backhand is weak, forehand isn't precise, footwork is loose, reactions are slow, not a single move is decent, with this, you still want to compete with me!?

But Le Yu still maintained an appearance as if victory was in his grasp.

"What, are you scared?" Mr. Tie wiped the blood foam from his lips, "Even holding a Divine Weapon, you're still just a cowardly weakling hiding in the shadows, how could you be qualified to fight me?"

"Admittedly, indeed." Le Yu nodded, "I can't beat you."

"But... I don't need to beat you either."

"Without a sword, a sheath, and with multiple gunshot wounds on my body, coughing blood... I don't even need to fight you, I can just leave. If you dare continue chasing me, I won't need to lift a finger; you'll wear yourself out to death."

As he spoke, Le Yu retreated, "I just wanted to see if I could take down a higher-level opponent... since Mr. Tie taught me a lesson, I suppose class is out for now. If you insist on following me to offer up your head, I'd be happy to accept; if you don't chase, well, you better heal quickly tonight and run, because come first light tomorrow, it's your death day."

Le Yu was no longer interested in playing games with Mr. Tie, straightforwardly stating his position: if you chase after me, you're dead; if you don't, you'll die a bit later—I'm not even bothering to say I won't seek revenge afterwards.

A villain takes revenge from morning till night, tomorrow when I connect with White Night's people, I'll shoot you dead in a little alley.

"Leave?"

Mr. Tie tore strips of cloth from his clothes to bandage his wounds, a mocking smile on his face, "You think you can run away?"

"Do you have backup——"

Just as Le Yu was backing away and speaking, he suddenly felt a strong gust behind him, instinctively countering with a left-handed Desolate Bite!

Simultaneously, sounds of 'whoosh whoosh' echoed from both sides. Le Yu sensed he was being targeted but could only maneuver himself slightly to try to evade completely!

"Ah!"

"He killed Ah Hu!"

"Everyone, get him!"

Le Yu turned his head, seeing a man with a stick being blasted away by his Desolate Bite light explosion, while another young man with a machete charged at him from the other side.

Le Yu blew the machete away with a single sword strike, then swiftly grabbed the man's neck, holding him in front while retreating, shouting loudly, "You all——"

Bang!

Despite dodging, several stones were still thrown towards him, one hitting Le Yu's head hard, blood trickling down his cheek.

"Let Feng Ge go!"

"He's alone, don't be afraid everyone!"

"Kill him quickly! He's the president of the Silver Blood Association!"

Le Yu looked around.

The houses near Sea Cape Gate had become a sea of flames, many scruffily dressed young civilians surrounding the area, some holding sticks, others hoes, some with pitchforks, some with stools, and some even picking up stones from the ground to use as throwing weapons.

They hid by the burning houses, holding in their arms what might have been looted before setting the fire, perhaps cloth, perhaps food.

During the confrontation between Le Yu and Mr. Tie, they had awakened from the collapse of Sea Cape Gate and taken up arms to encircle this open space, blocking all the roads tight.

They stared intently at Le Yu.

The flames of the burning houses reflected in their pupils.