What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The Realm of Elixir!

And it's definitely not at my level, which is just at the initial stage of the Fiend Core realm.

His aura surged higher and higher, until it became several times stronger than mine!

Was that just a test of my physical constitution?

I gritted my teeth and gripped the scalpel tightly in my hand.

"Whoosh!"

With a soft sound, the masked man's figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

My heart sank. So fast!

I felt a sudden, intense compression of the air on my left, and instinctively raised my scalpel to block to the left.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of rapid impacts rang out.

The masked man's scalpel poured down like a torrential downpour.

His moves were devoid of unnecessary frills, but every strike was aimed directly at my vital points and fatal joints.

What frustrates me the most is that his footwork, his power generation techniques, and even the route of his evil energy circulation are all the most orthodox methods of corpse sewing!

Moreover, his understanding of these methods is far deeper than mine.

I tried to use the Soul-Locking Stake technique to release my inner malevolent energy to interfere with him, but he only shrugged his shoulders slightly and used an extremely clever vibration technique to dissolve my malevolent energy into nothingness.

I tried to use my family's footwork to get behind him, but he always managed to block my path half a step ahead.

In a contest of pure corpse-stitching skills, I was like a toddler just learning to walk, facing a master who had been immersed in this art for decades.

He easily saw through and neutralized all of their moves.

"laugh!"

In the rush, I couldn't dodge in time.

His scalpel tore through the windbreaker on my left arm, leaving a shallow bloodstain.

A chilling, malevolent aura tried to penetrate my meridians from the wound.

I quickly retreated to create distance, and the dark jade-colored evil energy within my body suddenly turned, forcibly expelling the invading, cold evil energy from my body.

Looking at the bloodstains on my arm, I took a deep breath, my eyes becoming incredibly sharp.

Then, I transferred the scalpel I was using in my right hand to my left, and then violently tore the tattered sleeve of my left arm.

"Sewing Technique, activate!"

I roared inwardly, and the cool energy between my brows circulated wildly, suppressing the murderous aura that was about to erupt.

The dark red suture line on his left arm, which ran from the Shaoze acupoint to his shoulder, instantly lit up.

Accompanied by a sharp, tearing pain, the muscles in my entire left arm swelled up incredulously, with veins bulging.

The dark jade-colored malevolent energy seemed to have a life of its own, coiling around the left arm and forming a layer of keratin that looked almost tangible.

This "Qilin Arm," forcibly stitched together with ghost needles and malevolent energy, is now fully activated by me.

At the same time, my greatly increased mental strength was released without reservation.

Before heading to Tingyuxuan, I made sure to bring two extra willow-leaf knives with me, and I never expected they would come in handy here.

At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind, and the two spare willow-leaf knives tucked into my lower back were instantly drawn.

"Control Qi!"

Two scalpels traced two silver arcs in mid-air, like two nimble fish, hovering on either side of my body.

The masked man looked at my mutated left arm and the willow-leaf dagger floating in mid-air, and tilted his head slightly.

He seemed to take a slight interest in my changes.

"kill!"

I suddenly exerted force with my feet and rushed forward as a blur.

"boom!"

I clenched my left fist, imbued with a violent, dark jade-colored aura, and slammed it into his face without any fancy moves.

The power of this punch could easily shatter a wall!

The masked man seemed to have realized the extraordinary nature of my punch. He dared not take it head-on as before, and with a strange footwork, he slid to the right.

But as soon as he moved, the two willow-leaf daggers suspended in mid-air seemed to have eyes.

They attacked his throat and lower body from two extremely tricky angles, one above and one below.

The scalpel in the masked man's hand transformed into a flash of silver light, precisely deflecting the willow-leaf dagger aimed at his throat.

At the same time, he raised his left leg, his toes touching the blade of the willow-leaf dagger that was stabbing downwards, and used the momentum to leap backwards.

"Trying to leave?"

I snorted coldly, and my right hand had somehow regained its grip on the main weapon, the willow-leaf blade. I lunged forward and slashed horizontally across his waist.

At the same time, the two Qi-controlling willow-leaf blades that had been knocked away forcibly changed direction in mid-air and attacked him again from behind and above his head.

The powerful explosive force of the "Qilin Arm" in the left hand, the sharp close combat of the main sword in the right hand, plus the all-around surprise attack of two flying knives controlled by qi in mid-air.

At this moment, I perfectly combined the ancient corpse-sewing technique, the Qi control technique of the Heavenly Garment Strategy, and my own self-sewing technique.

This created a three-dimensional, decisive, and mutually destructive situation, combining strength and gentleness, light and shadow.

Faced with this complex attack that completely deviated from the traditional methods of corpse sewing, even the masked man, whose level was slightly higher than mine at this moment, could no longer maintain his previous composure.

His figure moved swiftly through my offensive network, scalpels and blades colliding constantly, exploding into bursts of dazzling sparks.

The powerful clash of malevolent energies created a gust of wind on the street, tearing the surrounding police tape to shreds.

The trash cans on the roadside were directly knocked away by the escaping force.

On the abandoned factory street, two figures crisscrossed each other at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to perceive.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense clanging of metal blended together, and blinding sparks exploded continuously under the dim streetlights.

With the powerful enhancement of the Self-Sewing Technique, every swing of my left arm carried a dull whistling sound.

The malevolent energy clinging to the willow-leaf dagger resembled venomous snakes, constantly spitting outwards along the blade.

Meanwhile, the two air-wielding willow-leaf blades in mid-air, under the cover of night, specifically targeted the blind spots in the masked man's defenses.

I could sense that the masked man's steps were starting to falter.

His once flawless footwork finally showed its faltering when faced with my completely unreasonable three-dimensional attack.

He could easily deflect the attack from my right-hand sword, but he couldn't simultaneously ignore the explosive power of my left arm, which was comparable to a heavy hammer.

You must always be on guard against flying knives that may come from above or behind you at any time.

"laugh!"

A willow-leaf blade of magical energy grazed his shoulder, tearing his black trench coat and drawing out a thin trickle of blood.

This was like a signal; his impenetrable defenses had finally been breached.

My eyes narrowed, and the evil core within my body spun rapidly, pouring its immense evil energy into the leaf blade in my right hand without reservation.

The black patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, emanating a chilling aura of thunder and fire.

"Now is the time," I thought to myself.

I thrust my left arm forward with a sudden movement, and my ghostly hand smashed the scalpel he was thrusting at me.

"clang!"

The scalpel pierced the almost tangible, menacing keratin layer on my left arm, producing a metallic clang.

Although the scalpel had been inserted an inch, it was firmly held in place by my taut muscles and murderous aura.

The masked man paused for a fraction of a second as he drew his knife.

For a fight at our level, even a fraction of a second can be the difference between life and death.

The scalpel in my right hand, gleaming with a dark, ethereal light, slashed fiercely at his throat from an extremely tricky, upward angle!

The masked man reacted extremely quickly!

He decisively abandoned the scalpel and his body suddenly leaned backward.

The blade narrowly missed his chin!

"Click."

A slight, crisp sound.

Although he escaped the fatal throat-slitting, the lightning and fire energy attached to my willow-leaf blade still struck the mask on his face hard.

The smiling mask suddenly cracked open.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of debris peeled off from the lower left corner and fell onto the asphalt road.