With a snap of Su Yueâs fingers, a sudden surge of powerful speed amplification appeared on Meng Yangâs body.
Yes!
Meng Yangâs speed was amplified by Su Yue.
Completely caught off guard.
This feeling was like someone running with all their strength, and suddenly, someone kicked you from behind.
Your speed increased significantly, but at the same time, you lost balance for a moment.
Indeed, Meng Yang was momentarily flustered.
Bang!
The next moment, a rope suddenly tripped up Meng Yang, causing him to fall forward in a humiliating manner.
Everything happened so fast it was impossible to respond.
When Meng Yang realized there was a rope underfoot, Su Yue had already forcibly amplified his speed tactic, making it a luxury to try and stop.
"With speed amplification, I make you lose your speed judgment.
"Then I quietly set a tripwire with the All-Cord Return to make you lose balance and fall.
"No one can defend against it."
Su Yue licked his dry lips.
The plan went smoothly.
Of course.
Su Yue didnât expect Meng Yang to fall to the ground, after all, he was at the peak of the fourth rank.
In mid-air, he could adjust his body back.
Of course, youâre still in a helpless state, and you have to adjust your fallen posture, your mind canât even think of defense.
You are merely at the peak of the fourth rank.
To a third rank, youâre strong, but youâre not an Immortal.
This second, Meng Yang was almost in a completely open stance, even a second rank Martial Artist could strike him with techniques.
Slash!
The blade arc sliced through the space.
Su Yue repeated his trick, once again swinging his blade fiercely at the dark wound on Meng Yangâs left waist.
Precise.
Decisive.
And also ruthless.
Meng Yangâs dark wound wasnât hard to inquire about; Su Yue had studied it long ago.
Of course.
Meng Yangâs defensive gap lasted only a second.
Su Yueâs speed was only enough for one slash.
After one slash, Su Yue quickly distanced himself from Meng Yang, and when Meng Yangâs body hit the ground, his left waist was already bleeding a crimson red.
He gritted his teeth.
Damn.
Heâs like a sly little fox.
Tripping with a rope underfoot, and suddenly amplifying his speed, making him lose control of his body.
This entire setup was just to let him relax his defense for one second.
Damn.
His wound was torn open, adding pain to pain.
"Sorry for exploiting your weakness."
Su Yue was panting heavily.
He was drenched, pale-faced, as if he had been washed by water.
Anyone could see that Su Yue was already at the end of his rope.
"No... You are strong, I should apologize, I underestimated you.
"With my next punch, Iâll send you flying."
Meng Yangâs face was gloomy.
With the dark wound torn open, his combat power was reduced by 40%.
He still had to deal with Mu Cheng later, he couldnât be careless anymore.
"Come on, Lightning Fist again, Iâll keep blocking."
Su Yue crossed his arms.
He was still holding on.
"Fine, Iâll use Thunder Fist again to make you lose with conviction.
"Withstanding three and a half punches, youâre the number one in the third rank."
Though angry, Meng Yang was thoroughly prepared this time, not daring to be careless.
This little guy, very cunning.
Crackle.
The Thunder Fist continued to blast towards Su Yue.
Rumble!
Rumble!
As the Thunder Fist struck Su Yueâs arms, he was in such pain he could nearly suffocate.
His legs bent, and the ground beneath his feet continuously crumbled.
Simultaneously, terrifying waves of air spread circle after circle, the fierce winds rubbing against the void making wailing noises, terribly frightening.
"Get down!"
Meng Yangâs fist was in a deadlock with Su Yue.
As long as he continued exerting force, he could send Su Yue falling.
He could feel Su Yue was about to collapse.
Yet.
Meng Yang didnât notice, the vacuum cleaner long ignored by people had its dustbin opened at some point.
Inside were a swarm of insects, a group of insects stunned by Su Yue.
Su Yue collected the insects in the dustbin but didnât kill them, and there was a metal filter in the dustbin allowing them to breathe, they were healthy.
After stunning the insects, he could finally use... Mother Insect Technique.
"Iâll step down, but unfortunately... it wonât be now."
Su Yue was already in a collapsed state.
But he showed Meng Yang a sinister smile, like a gamblerâs final all-in round, winning all the chips in the house.
Meng Yang instinctively sensed a threat.
But Su Yueâs feet were embedded in the floor, and his arms suppressed by Meng Yang.
With Qi Blood exhausted and severely injured.
Even an Immortal couldnât pull off any tricks.
Alas.
Meng Yang was still too young.
He was unaware of Su Yueâs tricks.
The insects gathered into a mother insect, under Su Yueâs control, it unleashed an unprecedented terrifying impact, crashing against Meng Yangâs left waist once more.
Frantic, suicidal impact.
Ah!
Meng Yang let out a scream, aching to the point of nearly fainting.
Mother Insect Technique, itâs a both-destructive impact, more brutal than any pure cut.
This strike rendered Meng Yangâs dark wound bloody and mangled.
He quickly used Qi Blood to suppress the wound, barely having any attention on Su Yue.
After three seconds, Meng Yang finally suppressed the wound.
But he was in bad shape.
Due to suppressing the wound, half of his Qi Blood was immobile, now it was like losing an arm.
"You..."
Meng Yang gritted his teeth, genuinely at a loss for words.