From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

"A fifth-grade Grandmaster is nothing special."

After exchanging blows for several rounds, Chen Shi became increasingly clear about his own strength, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The strength of the fifth rank lies in its Dharma body.

Feng Ji's Dharma Body, the Thousand Hands of the Netherworld, can condense hundreds of ghost claws. These ghost claws are vicious and sharp, and ordinary blood and qi condensation is almost as fragile as paper, making them impossible to withstand.

If a single ghost claw is this powerful, imagine how many hundreds there are!

Not to mention fighting against a hundred men, Feng Ji alone could easily crush second- or third-rank martial artists and sixth-rank martial artists.

But Chen Shi was different. As a king-level divine body, the Sky-Supporting Divine Body could draw upon the power of the earth's veins, and with overwhelming power, he could easily destroy these ghost claws.

Once these ghost claws are destroyed, there will be no threat.

"A mere brat, how dare he spout such nonsense!"

"How dare you look down on mere sixth-rank officials?" Feng Ji was instantly enraged.

He stared intently at Chen Shi with a gloomy gaze, and after a moment, a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

It's just relying on that knife, since that's the case.

Sizzle!

With a sound of bones grinding together, hundreds of ghostly claws once again emerged from under Feng Ji's ribs.

But unlike before, it didn't coil and gather into a single force to enhance its power and clash head-on with Chen Shi. Instead, it dispersed, attacking Chen Shi's body from all directions!

In Feng Ji's opinion, Chen Shi was able to break his Dharma body entirely because of that divine weapon-level short sword.

But Chen Shi only had one knife, yet he was able to conjure hundreds of ghost claws.

At this moment, all of his claws will attack simultaneously. Let's see how he handles it!

Snap! Tear!

Faced with the countless ghostly claws, Chen Shi swung his foot-long sword in a wide arc, slicing off a large number of them. However, there were simply too many, and he inevitably missed some, getting grazed by a few ghostly claws himself.

Its blood and qi solidified, and its entire body was covered in dragon scales.

However, even with the strength of the dragon scales, they could not completely block these ghost claws. In just a moment, several wounds appeared on Chen Shi's body, and he was covered in blood.

"This is the difference between the sixth rank and the fifth rank."

After a brief exchange, Feng Ji paused, looked at Chen Shi, who was covered in blood, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and a smug look on his face.

"This, this..."

Supported by the guards in blue, Gu Chenglie sat down temporarily. He had just been excited to see Chen Shi and Feng Ji fighting back and forth when Chen Shi was injured. He was dumbfounded and his face was filled with anxiety.

Gu Chenglie wished Chen Shi dead, but not tonight!

Once Chen Shi is killed by Feng Ji, Feng Ji will definitely kill him to silence him.

"Chen Shi, you have to hold on!"

Gu Chenglie was so anxious that he sat on the ground and paced around, and couldn't help but shout at Chen Shi.

Chen Shi stood there, expressionless.

He seemed to have gotten a little too cocky just now.

A fifth-rank Grandmaster is not that simple.

For a martial artist, winning against someone of a higher level is never that easy.

However, the situation is not as bad as it seems.

Taking a deep breath and silently circulating the Everlasting Spring Technique, the wounds on his body quickly stopped bleeding and healed themselves as his blood and energy were depleted.

Chen Shi does not possess only one divine body!

Although the withered wood divine body is only at the warrior level, its self-healing ability is already quite strong when combined with the Everlasting Spring Technique.

Of course, this is on the premise that Chen Shi's injury is not serious.

Although it looked like it was covered in blood, it was actually just some superficial wounds.

Feng Ji's Ghost Claw was indeed formidable, but Chen Shi was no ordinary sixth-rank martial artist either.

Besides the enhanced defense provided by his withered wood divine body, the dragon scales on his body, which came from the Chi dragon, were extremely sturdy.

Although it was still broken through under the suppression of the realm, it had already neutralized most of the attack from the ghost claw. The wound was not too deep, and it did not damage the bones or internal organs.

"This is indeed a bit troublesome!"

Looking at Feng Ji opposite him, Chen Shi's expression was solemn.

Even if it's just a superficial wound, it can accumulate and eventually kill him if the injuries reach a certain level!

He only had one knife, while Feng Ji had hundreds of ghost claws, making it impossible for him to stop them all.

Besides fighting all directions at night, Chen Shi also practiced the Double Kill of the Scorpion, which allowed him to fight enemies using his fists, feet, and scorpion tail.

The problem now is that even with dragon scales covering them, neither the scorpion's pincers nor its tail can withstand Feng Ji's ghost claws.

While the divine power of the Sky-Supporting Divine Body can certainly shatter these ghostly claws, it will also injure itself in the collision.

It's like a vase; if you have enough force, you can shatter a person's skull, but the vase itself will also be destroyed.

To put it bluntly, although Chen Shi possessed divine power, his own physical strength was insufficient.

In fact, if this one-foot-long knife had not been forged entirely from black iron, making it incredibly hard, it would have been impossible for it to collide head-on with these ghost claws that served as the embodiment of Dharma.

Although Chen Shi did not break the ghost claw with the power of this knife, Feng Ji was right about one thing: this knife was indeed very important to Chen Shi.

"Are you just putting on a brave face? Let's see how long you can last!"

Feng Ji, thinking he had victory in his grasp and full of smugness, suddenly let out a cold snort, and just like before, hundreds of ghost claws grabbed at Chen Shi from all directions.

"This is the only way."

Chen Shi muttered something to himself, then his face suddenly darkened.

The next moment, he exerted force with his feet, and like an arrow released from a bow, he rushed straight towards Feng Ji.

He gripped the foot-long knife tightly with both hands, completely ignoring the ghostly claws, and slashed it down.

"!!!"

Feng Ji, who had just been feeling smug, suddenly widened his eyes and his face changed drastically when he saw Chen Shi rushing up to him.

At this moment, Chen Shi was completely unprepared, and his ghost claws could easily penetrate Chen Shi's body!

But just as Chen Shi's knife will cut open his head at that time!

Of course, Feng Ji could use the ghost claw to stop him, but he couldn't.

Trading injury for injury, risking life for life!

Chen Shi is fighting him with a completely desperate style!

"hateful!"

Almost instantly, Feng Ji made a decision, cursed loudly, and immediately retreated.

As a result, the ghost claw that was originally attacking Chen Shi was also withdrawn.

"snort."

Standing still again, Chen Shi looked at Feng Ji, who had retreated more than twenty meters away, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He was indeed scared.

"Damn lackey!"

Seeing the mocking smile on Chen Shi's face, Feng Ji's expression turned ferocious.

How could a mere, lowly life compare to that of a noble family?

Sizzle!

The next moment, the ghost claw attacked Chen Shi again.

Although they were twenty meters apart, just like when Gu Chenglie was injured before, a large number of ghost claws connected end to end could reach him.

However, this significantly reduces the number of attacks.

Chen Shi dodged while wielding his Xuan Tie One-Foot Blade, which was perfectly adequate for the situation.

"hateful!"

The attack failed once again, and Feng Ji's face grew increasingly gloomy.

If they want to win by sheer numbers, they need to get closer to Chen Shi, but once they get close, Chen Shi will have to fight them head-on.

For a moment, Feng Ji was caught in a dilemma.

But how could he be willing to let Chen Shi leave like this!

In particular, he had already injured Gu Chenglie. If they were allowed to return alive and report to the Marquis of Jing'an, wouldn't that cause trouble?

"Feng Ji! It's getting late, we're not playing with you anymore."

Chen Shi chuckled lightly, stepped back to Gu Chenglie's side, and prepared to leave with his men.

"I told you, none of you will leave here alive tonight!"

Feng Ji snorted coldly, his lips trembling slightly, and the next moment he suddenly rushed towards Chen Shi.

It's a life-or-death struggle, how could he let a mere lackey control him!