I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The battle between Song Zai Xian and Beng Shan turned into a fierce, life-or-death struggle from the very first strike.

Because they both realized that the other party also knew the rules and wanted to kill them, they didn't need to hold back.

In this perilous, misty forest, they must not only do their utmost to deal with each other's deadly attacks, but also be constantly on guard against the elusive and eerie creatures.

Song Jae-han's wisdom played a crucial role in the desperate situation.

He knew that his physical strength was far inferior to that of Bengshan, and if he didn't use his brain, he would have been crushed by the opponent's violent power long ago.

Like the most cunning hunter, he constantly moved and hid among the twisted trees, using the terrain and fog to outmaneuver the collapsing mountain.

"This guy's body is like it's made of the hardest rock; conventional attacks can't break through his defenses at all."

While narrowly avoiding the shadow shockwave from the Mountain Collapse Punch, which was powerful enough to split stone tablets, Song Zaixian calmly observed and analyzed the situation.

"Moreover, he is too strong. If I get close enough to grab him, I will surely die."

His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, capturing details that had been previously overlooked.

When Bengshan clears obstacles from his view or passively defends against the strange fruits that shoot from the trees and explode, splattering highly corrosive "blood," his seemingly impenetrable defense will show a tiny flaw.

The viscous blood seemed to have a special corrosive effect on his energy shield and skin. Although the mountain collapse would immediately shake or crush the fruit, the contact area would always leave a faint burn mark and a slight stagnation in the flow of energy.

"The opportunity is right here!" Song Zaixian immediately made a decision.

He needs to take advantage of these bizarre, corrosive fruits! He needs to carefully design a trap, constantly creating openings to lure Beng Shan into pursuing him, leading him step by step into the area where the fruits are densely packed, so that he will be continuously corroded and weakened.

At the same time, he also had to create the illusion for Bengshan that he was "at his last gasp and just struggling to survive," so that the experienced warrior would lower his guard and pursue him more aggressively, thus falling into a deeper trap.

This is the terrifying potential that the chosen ones unleash in dire circumstances: calm, cunning, and ruthless in achieving their goals.

Viewers watching on the big screen could clearly see that after temporarily becoming "cold-blooded" and abandoning superfluous emotions, Song Jae-seon's judgment and tactical execution were rapidly improving, as if he had become a different person.

He was a completely different person after entering the Undying Mountain; he was an emotional and useless fool.

Many people don't know that the reason Song Zaixian was somewhat capable was because he had a reliable helper by his side. This helper could tolerate his willfulness and also remind him in time. He relied on this person a lot, and this was also true in public.

Therefore, he is not calm and objective enough when doing things.

But now, he is all alone, with no one else to back him up. The determination he unleashes on his own is the potential of a chosen one.

In such a land of death, which chosen one wouldn't be ruthless?
Let alone killing one person, even if the rules say to kill them all, he would kill a hundred without hesitation!

In the eyes of the audience, Bengshan is like a moth drawn by the light of a fire, being led by the nose by Song Zaixian, step by step towards the carefully arranged flames of death.

"Whoosh!" Song Zaixian deliberately slowed down half a beat in his dodging movement, allowing the force of the collapsing mountain fist to graz his ribs, instantly tearing his clothes and leaving a bloody mark.

He groaned, his body becoming even more unsteady, and his breathing deliberately became disordered.

"Hmph! Let's see how long you can hide!" Bengshan's eyes flashed even brighter with ferocity, and he quickened his pace in pursuit.

He smashed a blood-sucking fruit that came from the side with a punch. The foul-smelling juice splattered on his left arm, making a hissing sound. He frowned slightly, and his movements stiffened for a moment, almost imperceptibly.

Song Zaixian captured this moment precisely, but he did not rush to attack. Instead, he continued to flee in a "disheveled" manner, leading the collapsed mountain to another area with denser fruit.

However, Bengshan was by no means an easy opponent. His combat experience was equally terrifying.

During the pursuit, he also keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Although this "stinky rat" looks shaky, it always manages to narrowly avoid its own deadly attacks, and it always manages to use the environment, such as a suddenly appearing ghost hand or a strange fruit, to interfere with itself at crucial moments.

There are far too many of these "coincidences".

"Is this guy deliberately trying to provoke me?"

A hint of doubt arose in Bengshan's heart.

"He looked disheveled, but his gait and the routes he took to dodge seemed to intentionally or unintentionally lead me into these damned corrosive fruits."

Looking at the figure in front of him who seemed about to collapse from exhaustion at any moment, and feeling the slight numbness in his left arm and the sluggish flow of energy, a ruthless thought surged into his mind.

We can't let him lead us by the nose any longer! These corrosive effects are accumulating and we must act quickly!

Bengshan began to consider a risky move: Should he create an even bigger opening? Pretend to be severely injured to lure him into attacking? As long as he dares to get close, he is confident that he can unleash his trump card instantly and kill him in one blow!

The two engaged in a thrilling life-or-death struggle within the misty forest.

One meticulously planned to lure the enemy deep into their territory; the other turned the tables and plotted a counterattack.

They had already beaten each other badly, leaving them bleeding and with bones exposed.

What's even more worrying is that, amidst this brutal battle, there are occasional glimpses of discordant "cooperation".

For example, when both the ghost hand and the strange fruit attack from the side at the same time, the two will subconsciously and in perfect unison make a tacit dodge movement at almost the same instant, with an unusually consistent rhythm, as if they have practiced together many times.

For example, Song Zaixian's feigned fall, with its magnitude and timing, was precisely what forced the subsequent pursuit route of Bengshan to change.

Song Zaixian had never seen the way the mountain-crushing attack was used before, but something just felt off.

This familiarity with each other's fighting habits, reaction speed, and even crisis management methods does not stem from memory, but is a mark deeply imprinted in muscles and fighting instincts.

Every time such "tacit understanding" occurs, it makes the audience's hearts clench, feeling both heartbroken for their life-or-death struggle and deeply regretful for the deep friendship that has been erased.

"Clang!" Song Zaixian's short blade collided with the fist covered in energy again. He was sent flying by the enormous force, crashing into a tree, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper, and the short blade in his hand almost slipped out of his grasp.

Seeing this, Bengshan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he felt that the time had come!

His pursuit deliberately revealed a hint of exhaustion, his chest was wide open, and his breathing became heavier, as if he had expended a great deal of energy in the continuous pursuit and defense against environmental attacks.

"Now!" The voice echoed in their minds almost simultaneously.

A cold glint flashed in Song Zaixian's eyes. He mustered his last bit of strength and sprang up like a ghost, his short blade piercing straight into Beng Shan's seemingly unguarded heart!

He bet that the collapse of the mountain would be a golden opportunity and thus neglect defense!
As for Bengshan, a cold smile of triumph curled at the corner of his mouth. His "unsteady" steps instantly steadied, and energy frantically gathered in his open chest. A more solid and terrifying ghost hand phantom made of pure shadow was about to burst out of his body!

This is his hidden killing move: Shadow Heart Drain!

A hair's breadth away! (End of Chapter)