This collision sent Li Yi flying backward again; he coughed up large amounts of blood and his body was injured. However, this time it was much better than before, as he only retreated about twenty meters.
Li Yi roared hoarsely, clenching his fists as he charged forward again, his vitality, energy, and spirit climbing once more, and it seemed like some of the shackles on his body had loosened.
"How many times can you still stand up?" Wang Fan, too, grew angry and rushed out before Li Yi could reach him.
Li Yi retreated again, this time only several meters, falling to the ground covered in blood. Yet, he still stood up; although his figure had retreated, his aura grew even stronger, loosening some of the shackles on his body.
"Trying to use me to temper yourself?" Wang Fan now understood Li Yi’s intention.
Without the pressure of life and death, it’s difficult for the body’s shackles to come off at the Spiritual Realm level. Even in a place filled with talents like the Golden Academy, few could achieve this.
Now Li Yi’s physical strength has reached the standard of the Soul Realm. If he were to truly unlock all his shackles, there would be a slight chance of defying the heavens.
But it was just a slight chance.
Because Wang Fan was a genuine strong practitioner of the Soul Realm.
"Since you like to throw punches so much, I’ll cut off your arms."
Wang Fan didn’t give Li Yi any hope nor did he wish to act as a sparring partner. At this moment, a plain ring on his hand flashed brightly, and a translucent green magic sword appeared in front of him.
Grasping the magic sword, he suddenly flew forward, intending to end this tedious fight with the power of the sword.
At this moment, Li Yi’s pupils suddenly shrank, and his Spiritual Sense frantically alerted him. The storage magic artifact on his wrist also flashed, and an old, cracked short stick appeared in front of him, which he then fiercely grabbed.
Almost at the same time, Wang Fan, carrying great momentum, came slashing towards Li Yi’s arms with the magic sword.
He thought this strike would be enough to disable the opponent.
However, the next moment.
The magic sword and the old cracked short stick collided, sparking a burst of flowing light.
"Hmm? Failed to cut through?" Wang Fan’s eyes widened in shock.
This scene was beyond his understanding.
How could such a worn-out rolling pin block his magic sword? There was not even a hint of cosmic energy fluctuation on that battered stick.
"Now is the moment..." However, Li Yi had been waiting for this opportunity.
With a thought, a divine light suddenly shot out from a corner of his body, speeding extremely fast towards Wang Fan.
Wang Fan’s soul also alerted him. He instinctively looked, and his eyes painfully squinted, hardly able to open, filled with astonishment. It seemed he had not expected that Li Yi would pull out two unexpected trump cards in the blink of an eye.
He thought the real backup was the cracked short stick, but it turned out to be the divine light.
Wang Fan was now panicked, as he sensed a mortal threat.
"Thinking of retreating now? Can you escape?"
Li Yi roared, and the Fei Mu Needle instantly struck, a truly sharp object that could easily split even a Spirit Power Realm practitioner’s body, let alone a Soul Realm practitioner.
The divine needle instantly shattered the magic sword, penetrated his arm, and then, disregarding the defense of the inner armor artifact, it pierced into his body.
This was the true devastation.
Wang Fan’s prized magic artifact seemed as fragile as paper-made in front of it.