In the instant Ting Shui made his move, an overwhelming and violent momentum, which did not belong to Jiang Dali, erupted, causing even the descending Jiang Dali, who was striking down from the sky, to feel slightly intimidated, his grasping hand momentarily unsmooth.
His hand was unsmooth, but his figure continued to fall!
And it was this less-than-a-breath’s pause, which was long enough to turn the tide of life and death in a duel between experts.
At that moment, Ting Shui attacked.
His hand, sharp like a Short Knife, whooshed forward in an instant, aiming for the wrist joint of Jiang Dali. The force hadn’t arrived, but the momentum did.
Protective Three Marvelous Hands—Red-Handed Dragon Slayer!
Jiang Dali only felt his wrist go numb, not even making contact with his opponent yet, he already sensed an intense threat and couldn’t help but change color.
But in that instant, the Qi Force throughout his body exploded, his arms suddenly spreading as his figure leaned backward.
Suddenly, in an impossible moment, he managed to hang frozen mid-air for a breath.
It was the power of the Bursting Energy Realm with the Wild Goose Formation.
Just for that breath.
Ting Shui’s knife-like hand had already missed its mark, slicing through the air and making a sharp noise.
However, in that moment of missing, Ting Shui’s eyes shone brilliantly, his body lunging forward like a Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain, a Divine Dragon emerging from the water, erupting with an even more terrifying and wild momentum that impacted Jiang Dali.
Bursting Energy Realm!
The oppressive might of a higher Realm dawned!
Instantly, Jiang Dali’s figure once again became hindered.
And in that moment, Ting Shui raised his hand and spread his fingers, striking with a palm.
"Whoosh," that palm seemed to grow larger and larger before Jiang Dali’s eyes, like a winnowing basket. The Giant Spirit Divine Palm came crashing down like Taishan Pressing, carrying an unstoppable realm and might, enough to shatter tablets and split rocks.
Giant Spirit Divine Palm—High Peak Entering Cloud!
Jiang Dali’s face slightly paled, knowing he must not be struck by that palm.
Otherwise, facing an opponent in the No Self Realm, once hit mid-air, he would certainly lose half of his life under the ensuing relentless aerial combos.
His Nine Yang Inner Qi exploded, Qi Force surging throughout his body, forcibly flipping his figure in an impossible situation and executing the Gecko Wall Climbing movement technique, brushing past Ting Shui’s palm and safely landing on the ground.
The ground cracked and burst from his landing.
Hardly touching the ground, Ting Shui’s terrifying palm shadow attacked again.
With one palm strike, a suddenly violent and fierce Qi Force surged out, capturing the heart and soul.
Giant Spirit Divine Palm—Hundred Sons and Thousand Grandsons!
An overwhelmingly intimidating threat accompanied by a suffocating sensation instantly rushed in.
This feeling, once something Jiang Dali inflicted on others.
But today, for the first time, he experienced it from someone else.
"Good! Bring it on! Let’s clash head-on!"
Jiang Dali roared, firmly planting his foot.
His Inner Qi completely burst forth, his whole body pumping rapidly, making his tendons and muscles vibrate and strengthen as he swiftly thrust out a palm, like a young monk paying homage.
The distinct might of the Great Vajra Palm, Splitting Sky Palm, created a stable and domineering whirlpool of air, mixing with an all-conquering momentum that shoved forward fearlessly, violently bombarding Ting Shui.
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
The two’s palms collided, creating an unbelievably terrifying succession of explosions.
The surrounding ground shook and cracked open.
The leaves of nearby trees whipped violently in the fierce wind generated by their Qi Force.
Jiang Dali’s clothes, Jade Pendant, and even his Protective Bracelets were torn and burst open amidst the exchange of blows with Ting Shui.
Ting Shui was in the same state, with large tears opening in his black robe.
In an instant, the two became mere terrifying figures shrouded in a blur of swirling air, as they moved and fought at high speed.
Their creation of a tumultuous Qi Force field mercilessly destroyed the surrounding objects.
Re Xueqie and other Players had initially intended to rush in and join the battle, hoping to land the finishing blows on the Boss.
But upon witnessing such a terrifying and shocking momentum and the resounding impacts of flesh-and-bone strikes, they immediately stayed put, not daring to rush forward to assist. However, their eyes remained firmly fixed on the fluctuating blood bar above the head of Black Wind Village Chief.
"Strong, strong, so strong! I, Jiang Dali, have not met such a powerful person in a long time!"
The more Jiang Dali fought, the more awestruck he felt.
He felt that with each exchange with the Master of Tyrant Hall, it was like being struck by lightning.
His arms, and part of his body, were numb with an incredibly fierce Qi Force continuously drilling into him.
Had it not been for Nine Yang Divine Skill’s equally yang and extreme Alien Internal Power, after just a few contacts and exchanges, his fighting ability would have greatly diminished.
Even so, having fought up to now, he could only rely on his substantial Qi-Blood to suppress the situation.
That was his only consolation.
Because the opponent’s health wasn’t robust.
After this brief collision, his Qi-Blood, with the rapid healing and energy recovery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, had only dropped by less than one-thirtieth.
As for the Master of Tyrant Hall, his Qi-Blood had already dropped by one-fifth.
Relying on the overwhelming advantage of the Big Boss template against Players, Jiang Dali’s victory was just a matter of time.
However, Jiang Dali couldn’t feel happy about this.
He was a Big Boss with a template, not a regular Player.
To think that he could only hope to barely defeat the Master of Tyrant Hall by piling up on Qi-Blood.
Could this be an action befitting a Big Boss with capabilities and thought?
Even in their exchanges, he found that in the various Martial Arts techniques and their seamless transitions, he could only be slightly stronger than his opponent.
This seemed inconceivable, indicating that the opponent’s understanding of Martial Arts was nearly on par with his current level.
Consider that in his previous life, his application and understanding of Martial Arts was already at the level of an expert.
And now, the standard of the Master of Tyrant Hall could already rival his past life’s prowess.