Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

Bai Wei arrived with overwhelming force, like a fierce tiger, exuding a strong aura of evil.

Shen Han, of course, would not be negligent. He wielded a heavy iron scimitar and confronted Bai Wei head-on.

Snapped!

Fists and knives clashed, creating a loud, jarring thud on the wooden bridge in the dead of night.

The strong impact caused the wooden bridge to sway and nearly collapse.

This guy's tough... After Shen Han clashed head-on with his scimitar, he immediately took two steps back. Unexpectedly, not only did his scimitar fail to injure Bai Wei, but he also found himself at a disadvantage when colliding with Bai Wei's fist.

Shen Han had to re-evaluate the deputy incense master in front of him.

"Ugly face, you're going to die tonight!"

Bai Wei, arrogant and agitated, roared, "And you, an ordinary, ugly man, actually possess a storage treasure! Kill you, and the treasure will be mine!"

He saw Shen Han suddenly pull out a huge curved sword.

As soon as he spoke, Bai Wei delivered a powerful punch, once again striking Shen Han's vital points.

dong dong!

Shen Han held his breath and raised his scimitar to resist.

For a time, the two fought back and forth on the wooden bridge, their curved blades and fists constantly clashing, creating shockwaves that even splashed the stream water.

No one knew that a life-or-death struggle was taking place by the stream in the dark of night.

"call……"

Shen Han used the Wind and Thunder Steps to deal with Bai Wei.

But no matter how hard he tried, his curved blade couldn't hit Bai Wei's body; instead, Bai Wei deflected it time and time again.

Wow!

Moments later, the wooden bridge finally gave way and collapsed with a crash.

Shen Han landed sideways on the shore.

Bai Wei did not stop and continued his fierce attack, giving Shen Han no chance to catch his breath.

"Oh no, my Heaven-Splitting Blade Technique can't suppress him..." Shen Han thought to himself.

This situation has never occurred in previous battles.

It should be noted that his surging physical strength, coupled with his perfected Heaven-Splitting Blade Technique, had always been invincible, slaying many martial arts masters. However, he is currently facing limitations everywhere.

"Ugly Face, your knife skills are good, but you're still too green!"

Bai Wei fought with increasing ferocity, his agile fists forcing Shen Han to retreat step by step.

After a few rounds, Shen Han understood.

Bai Wei's hands and feet were as thin as bamboo poles. Every punch he threw was extremely agile and skillful, always managing to evade the attack range of his heavy iron scimitar and break through its momentum first.

He considered turning around and running away.

With the help of the perfected Wind and Thunder Step light footwork, running is not difficult.

But he did not run away. He knew perfectly well that although he was at a disadvantage in this battle, he was not helpless.

"I can't use a knife..." Shen Han quickly made a decision.

Against a nimble opponent like Bai Wei, the heavy iron scimitar is far too cumbersome, which will only slow down the opponent and put them in a passive and vulnerable position.

He had to be faster than him... So, Shen Han threw away the heavy iron scimitar.

Suddenly, Shen Han felt a lightness in his hand.

Wrathful Dragon Fist: Thousand-Hand Guanyin!

He immediately gathered his true energy, circled with his left hand, and turned his right hand in a strange arc, projecting countless fist shadows to meet Bai Wei's iron fist.

Ouch!

Their fists clashed.

The weeds within a two-zhang radius were uprooted by the powerful waves, and sand and stones flew everywhere.

Both of them took several steps back at the same time.

After being punched, Shen Han's hand throbbed slightly, and he gritted his teeth.

The white guard on the other side wasn't having an easy time either.

He moved his hand bones repeatedly, adjusted his breathing, and opened his blood-red mouth to shout: "Ugly face, those who die by my hand are all those who stubbornly refuse to give up their weapons. Only you are different. I was right, you really do have some skill."

Bai Wei had killed countless masters.

Moreover, he always fought bare-handed, overcoming and defeating his opponents' swords and other weapons, making him virtually invincible.

He originally thought that he would do the same to Shen Han this time, but who knew that Shen Han would throw away the scimitar at the critical moment and choose to fight him hand to hand, catching him off guard.

Boom!

No sooner had he finished speaking than the two resumed their fight.

Freed from the constraints of the heavy iron scimitar, Shen Han's perfected Wind and Thunder Steps were fully utilized, and his Raging Dragon Divine Fist was no pushover either, constantly impacting Bai Wei's heavy punches and gradually gaining the upper hand.

Bai Wei was starting to feel the strain: "This is interesting. I'm about to unleash my trump card!"

It's too late to say.

Bai Wei thrust his toe forward, and with a "whoosh," three short swords flew out from the tips of his shoes, shooting towards Shen Han from three directions with lightning speed.

Faced with a row of short swords, Shen Han had no choice but to leap into the air to avoid the attack.

"Hahaha, you fell for it!"

In a flash, Bai Wei burst into wild, maniacal laughter.

The next moment, he sprang to his feet, his palms converging into a fishbone-shaped bolt of lightning.

"Let's see how you dodge now!"

As Shen Han fell from the sky, Bai Wei seized the opportunity and unleashed a palm strike as powerful as a mountain collapsing and a sea rushing.

Indeed, the three short swords on his toes were merely a prelude, designed to force Shen Han to jump, and then, taking advantage of Shen Han's landing, unleash the Fishbone Palm technique for a fatal blow.

This was his trump card move. After all, people are obviously less agile in the air than on the ground, especially when falling, they often lose control of their bodies.

However, things did not develop as Bai Wei had hoped.

Just as Shen Han's figure was about to land from the air, he suddenly hovered in mid-air.

"How could this happen?"

Bai Wei was shocked, and his palm strike missed its mark.

At the same time, because he had used all his strength but had not hit anything, he instantly turned his entire back to Shen Han.

𠳐!

Shen Han certainly wouldn't let this opportunity slip by.

He had used the divine skill of Wind and Thunder Step to stay in the air for a moment longer, and that moment created a golden opportunity for him to turn the tables.

Raging Dragon Fist: Celestial Immortal!

A fist weighing four thousand pounds landed squarely on Bai Wei's back.

"puff……"

Bai Wei had no time to defend himself.

His internal organs were shattered, and his body flew out, crashing into three trees before finally coming to a stop in front of the fourth.

Bai Wei coughed up blood and couldn't get up no matter what he did.

His hands and feet were even more difficult to move.

Clearly, Shen Han's punch severely injured him, rendering him essentially unable to move.

"You... what kind of light-footed skill is that...?"

Bai Wei looked on in disbelief, and coughed up blood with difficulty.

Shen Han won with a single blow, retrieved the heavy iron scimitar, and rushed to Bai Wei's side, who was still barely alive: "Vice Master Bai, well, you don't need to know about this."

"Mr. Ugly Face, let's talk this out..."

Seeing Shen Han's murderous aura, Bai Wei trembled all over, his words filled with panic.

"Deputy Incense Master Bai, it's you who's not speaking properly!"

Shen Han smiled coldly and raised the heavy iron scimitar weighing over a hundred pounds in his hand.

Swish!

Just then, Bai Wei suddenly opened his mouth wide, and a bright silver needle shot out from his mouth.

clang!

Shen Han was prepared.

The heavy iron scimitar blocked the silver needle.

Shen Han had a clear understanding of this ruthless deputy leader of the Moon Worship Cult, and knew that he would struggle before his death.