You promised steampunk martial arts, but you've got an internal combustion engine in your chest

Everyone was stunned.

Outside the warehouse, Ding Yan, holding a bronze mirror in his hand, suddenly jumped up from his chair.

The ever-present kind smile on his face vanished without a trace, his pupils trembled violently as he stared intently at the figure shrouded in white mist reflected in the bronze mirror.

On the high platform, Hua Xiangrong's beautiful eyes were wide open, her red lips were parted, and her body trembled slightly.

All the Blackwater Hall disciples gaped open, their chins practically hitting their chests.

In the very center of the battlefield, Baili Jing was surrounded by white steam. He shook his hand, his mouth widening into a ferocious grin, revealing a cunning smugness that came from a successful scheme.

A dozen steps away from him, Ye Xunwei of Xuandu Immortal Temple knelt on the broken blue bricks, his face full of disbelief and shock.

The steamed talisman flying sword hovered silently in mid-air beside him, its blade trembling constantly and emitting a series of low metallic hums. Under Baili Jing's sudden punch, a clear notch had appeared on the spine of the sword.

No one saw what happened during that attack, not even Ye Xunwei himself.

All he knew was that he had just made a sword gesture, controlling his flying sword to sever Baili Jing's right arm, and then he saw Baili Jing raise his fist... After that, he knew nothing more.

He felt an immense force rushing towards him. Faced with this force, he couldn't even hold on for a moment, and his connection with the flying sword was even severed in that instant!

Then, he was sent flying backward uncontrollably, dragging on the ground for more than ten steps before he could barely regain his balance.

What on earth is going on?! How could this guy possibly possess such strength and speed?!

"What's going on?!"

On the high platform, Hua Xiangrong finally couldn't hold back any longer, turned her head, and asked urgently.

A naive smile appeared on Baili Jie's face as he said softly, "Pretty sister, you all know that Ding Yan orchestrated this elaborate scheme to kill my brother. My brother and I, of course, know that too."

"From the moment we signed that bet, we knew that Ding Yan would definitely send out the most terrifying and vicious experts, and would not leave my brother any chance of survival. Therefore, I only had one strategy for my brother."

The boy raised a finger, smiled, and softly uttered two words: "Conceal your talents."

Hua Xiangrong's expression changed drastically, and her voice even changed tone: "Hiding your talents?!"

Baili Jie nodded: "That's right. Whether facing Ning Ji or that old man Wei... my brother never used his full strength. This is the move I gave my brother."

Below, Baili Jing twisted his neck hard, producing a series of cracking sounds as his bones popped.

The monster flesh inside his belly was transforming into an endless stream of scalding heat, washing over his entire body's meridians and bones.

At that moment, he could clearly feel that his muscles and bones were beginning to tense up under the immense force.

He could feel the monster flesh inside his stomach had transformed into an endless stream of scalding heat, roaming wildly throughout his body like a runaway dog.

At this moment, muscles and bones begin to tense up under the strain, but in contrast, there is unimaginable and terrifying destructive power!

They fill and boil within every pore and every inch of skin!

Even the injuries sustained in the explosion last night are beginning to scab over and heal at a visible speed!

Last night, Baili Jing could only withstand one punch from Miao Han, but now...

Well, it's probably still unlikely that we can defeat the Miao Han.

However, he was confident that he could withstand three punches from Miao Han today!

Fifth level of the Forging Realm? Is that impressive? I destroyed countless second, third, and fourth level forging realms yesterday!

What's more, you underestimated your opponent!

In order to completely lower Ding Yan's guard, Baili Jing had been deliberately suppressing himself.

When facing Ning Ji, he deliberately acted clumsy and slow, taking dozens of punches and kicks for nothing.

When facing Old Man Wei, he rolled around on the ground without any regard for his image, making a pathetic attempt to run away.

Even while escaping, he deliberately suppressed the volcanic power within him, revealing less than 30% of his strength to the outside world, making himself appear extremely exhausted, so as not to appear unconvincing.

Of course, Old Man Wei's invincible cheat code was indeed really troublesome.

During that period of relentless bombardment, Baili Jing almost couldn't resist unleashing his full power several times, but each time, he would remember his younger brother's shake of his head on the high platform, and then grit his teeth and continue to play the submissive role.

After concealing his true abilities, the situation developed exactly as Bailijie had predicted.

Ding Yan was deceived by him, and Ye Xunwei was deceived by him in the same way!

Their preparations... weren't enough to kill themselves!

"Hey……"

Baili Jing arrogantly gave Ye Xunwei a little finger.

"Is the Xuandu Immortal Temple really that powerful? Are the flying swords really that powerful? To me... they're not that impressive."

As he spoke, he walked straight to the side and picked up an iron rod from the ruins.

The iron rod was heavy, but Baili Jing couldn't feel any weight at all.

He weighed the iron rod in his hand, casually twirled it, pointed the tip at Ye Xunwei, and grinned: "Come on, continue, let me see what other real skills you have."

Ye Xunwei did not speak; he simply raised his head slowly, his face ashen.

Then, he took a deep breath.

Sizzle!

The next second, fine, bloody cracks appeared on Ye Xunwei's skin.

High-pressure white steam gushed from the blood slits, and in the very center of his forehead, a small, circular opening appeared, through which a miniature, spinning steam furnace could be vaguely seen.

He didn't say a word, but the calmness in his eyes vanished, replaced by endless ruthlessness.

Ye Xunwei suddenly waved his right hand, drawing in the energy at his fingertips!

hum! !

The long sword stuck in the ground emitted a sharp clang and instantly turned into a blur, stabbing straight towards Baili Jing!

This sword strike was as fast as lightning!

However, in Baili Jing's eyes, it was completely different.

At this moment, his six senses were magnified to an almost terrifying level. What appeared to others as fast as lightning was, in his eyes, no more than a dog running with its tongue lolling out.

"Good riddance! Smash it all!!"

Without retreating an inch, Baili Jing stepped forward to meet the cold glint of light, his long staff creating a gust of wind as it slammed down on Baili Jing's head!

when!!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The talisman sword was violently smashed away, and another nick appeared on its blade.

Ye Xunwei's face paled, and he flicked his fingers to forcibly stabilize the flying sword. The talisman sword circled in the air, drawing a strange arc, and once again stabbed at Baili Jing from his blind spot.

But Baili Jing doesn't talk about any moves at all; all he has is pure, extreme speed and power!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of rapid clanging sounds of metal objects striking each other could be heard continuously.

Ye Xunwei used the exquisite sword control technique of Xuandu Immortal Temple. The flying sword went up and down suddenly, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, with extremely tricky angles.

No matter how exquisite the flying sword technique was, Baili Jing simply wielded that big stick, using wide, sweeping movements, overwhelming all other techniques with sheer force!

When a flying sword pierced his eyes, he struck the tip of the sword with his staff; when the flying sword circled around his back, he twisted his body and swept it horizontally!

The steam-powered sword groaned and groaned as it was smashed. In just a short while, more than a dozen large and small nicks appeared on the blade, and even the exhaust valve began to deform and leak air.

This is hardly a fight between mortals and immortal masters.

This is clearly a savage behemoth, smashing a thin sheet of iron with an iron hammer!

Seeing the talisman sword about to be smashed, Ye Xunwei's eyes widened in fury. He let out a low shout, his hands suddenly spreading out, his ten fingers moving rapidly:

"Shadow Strike Split!!"

With a crisp crack, the steam-powered flying sword unexpectedly split into three, transforming into three identical miniature flying swords.

They unleashed three shockwaves, forming a triangular shape, which shot towards Baili Jing's face and shoulders!

This sudden turn of events caught Baili Jing off guard.

He instinctively swung his stick to block, but the stick only hit the very center part.

The other two flying swords suddenly changed their tactics, and with a cross-shaped attack, they directly sliced ​​the long staff into several pieces!

"Damn it! That kid's out of weapons!!"

On the high platform, Hua Xiangrong let out a soft cry.

Ye Xunwei smirked: "I'll pull your teeth first!"

After severing the long staff, the three flying swords continued their momentum, even increasing their speed by a third, and once again stabbed at Baili Jing. At this moment, Baili Jing only had two pieces of broken iron left in his hand. At such close range, he was unable to block or dodge.

At the critical moment, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes. Instead of retreating, he advanced, ignoring the other two flying swords. He suddenly reached out in mid-air and actually grabbed the blade of the flying sword that was heading straight for his throat!

The other two flying swords were aimed at severing his arms, slashing down at his left and right shoulders!

*Pfft! Pfft!*

The sharp blade pierced the flesh.

However, the expected scene of both arms being severed and blood splattering did not occur.

The two steam-powered flying swords, capable of cutting through iron like mud, were stuck between Baili Jing's collarbone and muscle after penetrating about half an inch into his shoulder. No matter how frantically the steam pistons at the tail spewed steam and vibrated, they could not cut any further!

When his blood and energy are fully concentrated and unleashed, even a sharp weapon will find it difficult to harm him!

"Feeding...pretty boy."

Baili Jing gasped in pain:

"That really hurt!!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly tightened his grip on both hands!

Boom! !

The steam-powered talisman sword that he had grabbed was actually broken in two by him!

"What?!"

Ye Xunwei felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, and his breathing became labored.

Before he could recover from his shock, he saw Baili Jing cross his arms, grab the flying swords stuck on his shoulders with his two large hands, and pull them out of his flesh with a fierce tug, drawing blood.

"This is impossible...this is absolutely impossible!"

Ye Xunwei finally began to tremble.

He desperately tried to activate his magic seals and retrieve his flying swords, but no matter how much the two swords trembled and roared, they couldn't move an inch and were firmly held in Baili Jing's palm.

Baili Jing raised his head, his smile growing increasingly sinister:

"Give it back to you? Fine! Today, your Grandpa Baili will teach you a move too... Man and sword as one!!"

Although Ye Xunwei's swordsmanship was exquisite, he had never seen such a ruthless and reckless fighting style before.

In addition, his mind was already in complete chaos at this moment. In that instant, he didn't even have time to think about dodging. He just watched in utter horror as the monster rushed towards him.

Outside the warehouse, Ding Yan, who had been staring intently at the image on the bronze mirror, suddenly widened his eyes and let out a mournful cry: "No!!!"

However, his shouts could not stop what was happening in the warehouse.

Baili Jing had already gripped the two iron swords and thrust them straight forward!

puff!

Two swords were plunged into Ye Xunwei's left and right abdomens, with the tips protruding from his lower back!

"Whoa!!"

Ye Xunwei let out a scream. He subconsciously tried to activate the mechanical resistance on his body. Steam kept escaping from the bloody cracks on his skin. He also grabbed Baili Jing's hands, trying to do something.

But now, it's too late.

Baili Jing's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He raised his big foot and kicked Ye Xunwei in the chest!

"puff!"

Ye Xunwei tilted his head back and spat out a large amount of blood.

He flew into the air, tracing a high parabola, before crashing heavily onto a pile of discarded cast iron shelves.

Rumble!

The shelf couldn't withstand the impact and collapsed instantly. Countless ironware and parts slid down, burying Ye Xunwei underneath. Only a blood-stained cloth shoe remained, twitching slightly before finally coming to rest.