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Seeing the "Black Tiger Force" coming, Shen You's face remained ashen.

From the very beginning, Shen You knew what her advantages were.

"I only have one life!"

"I've already repaid the old lady's kindness!"

"What do you think you're going to use to fight me?!"

Shen You's face contorted with rage, completely ignoring the slash Wang Long was about to deliver.

He gritted his teeth, seemingly oblivious to Wang Long's broadsword, and desperately swung the blade toward Wang Long's neck!

"Faster! Faster!"

All we need to do is cut off Wang Long's head.

Even if I die, it's still a gain!

This is Shen You's battle strategy.

He's long since given up on his life!

"If you've got the guts, then fight me!"

The wind howled like blades.

Shen You activated his fully mastered "Tiger-Slaying Saber Technique," making this strike incredibly powerful.

The warm current of energy in his dantian flowed into the broadsword as if it were free, doubling the power of the strike.

Shen You's talent as the "successor of the pig slaughtering technique" also came into play at this moment, increasing the power of this strike by another 30% even though it had already reached its limit!

The repeated attacks made Shen You feel that he could even cut off the neck of a second-rank martial artist!

After all, even a second-grade martial artist's neck isn't made of iron!

Shen You felt that he could even cut through iron at this moment!

call--!

The broadsword came down towards Wang Long's neck.

Meanwhile, the broadsword imbued with "Black Tiger Strength" landed on Shen You's head.

It looked like they were destined to perish together.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Wang Long, facing the broadsword head-on, couldn't help but tremble at this moment.

"Why?!"

"That bastard!!"

"Why is he risking his life like that?!"

Wang Long roared inwardly.

He knew that if he cleaved Shen You in two with his sword, Shen You would be cut in two.

But when Shen You's broadsword slashed at his neck, he absolutely couldn't bear it.

After all, Shen You is a martial artist.

Martial artists should not be underestimated.

For any martial artist, without sufficient determination and courage, no one can easily break through the barrier of Qi perception.

Even martial artists who develop their skills through eating meat and elixirs are no exception.

Therefore, a martial artist's attack cannot be simply withstood by physical force.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Wang Long roared inwardly, his face contorted in a fierce struggle. Finally, at the last moment, he sheathed his broadsword, rolled away in a disheveled state, and dodged Shen You's attack.

Everyone was stunned.

Hong Xiugu murmured, "They actually... forced Wang Long to retreat..."

Tian Yi'er clenched his fist. Seeing the scene before him, a fire seemed to slowly ignite within him: "That person... is so amazing..."

On the high platform, Huang Yaoshi's expression turned cold.

"What is he afraid of?!"

Huang Yaoshi's voice was cold, indicating that he had already decided to punish Wang Long properly later.

It's shameful to say that a second-rank official was forced to retreat by a first-rank official!

In Huang Yaoshi's view, Wang Long only needed to shift his shoulder and exchange the injury for his own, so that he could easily kill Shen You at the cost of a minor injury.

If Wang Long can't even recognize a fighter jet like this, he's utterly useless!

Boom! Boom!

In the training ground, Shen You pressed her advantage relentlessly, launching a series of fierce attacks on Wang Long.

His "Tiger-Slaying Knife Technique" was originally derived from the "Tiger-Taming Knife Technique," but due to his title of "Slaughtering Pigs Successor," it is even more formidable than the original "Tiger-Taming Knife Technique."

At this moment, coupled with his abandonment of defense in every move, and his willingness to die alongside his enemy, the ferocity in his moves was almost overflowing.

With each swing of his sword, dust billowed up, emanating a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who beheld its power.

For a time, Wang Long was overwhelmed and could only dodge, forgetting to fight back.

In a battle between masters, falling behind in one move means falling behind in every move.

Even though he was a fierce and savage black tiger, at this moment he felt as if he were being tightly bitten by a vicious dog, losing the initiative.

He could no longer resist and could only desperately roll on the ground, trying to get rid of the vicious dog's entanglement.

Huang Yaoshi's brows furrowed even more on the stage.

I have to say, Wang Long's fighting style is really ugly!

"You bastard!"

Without realizing it, he broke the armrest of the chair he was sitting on.

"This Shen You kid is really something!"

On the other side, Pharmacist Hong's expression changed.

He had seen many martial artists, but he had rarely seen one as reckless as Shen You.

Martial artists practice martial arts, all for self-protection or to gain fame and fortune.

But the boy in front of me seems to practice martial arts only for biting.

Just to vent the anger and resentment in my heart!

"Maybe... he really can win?"

A thought that even he himself dared not believe surfaced in Pharmacist Hong's mind.

Below the stage, Guard Xue clenched his fists, feeling both happy for Shen You and puzzled.

"That kid's pretty good, but what kind of technique did he use?"

"So familiar, yet so strange..."

"Could it really be that I taught them?"

huh-huh-

Wang Long could hear his own panting.

Everything around him seemed to drift away from him.

He was caught in an unprecedented struggle.

This feeling usually only arises when facing an opponent whose strength far surpasses his own.

But he never expected that he would find himself in such a predicament while fighting Shen You.

"That's impossible!"

He roared inwardly.

"How could I be so easily defeated by this ant!"

"I'm going to kill him!"

"I'm going to kill him!!"

He gritted his teeth, his anger growing ever stronger.

Even though he initially chose to back down and dared not perish together with Shen You.

But he was, after all, a martial artist.

He's a second-rank martial artist!

He naturally harbored pride.

"How could I possibly... lose to this ant!"

When the fire in your heart builds up and eventually can no longer be contained, it bursts out from your chest.

Wang Long finally unleashed his power!

"Go to hell!!"

His eyes were bloodshot. Despite being slashed in the shoulder by Shen You's knife, he suddenly swung his knife heavily at Shen You.

His entire body was covered in the phantom image of a black tiger, which flashed violently at that moment.

Black Tiger Strength!

"Oh no!"

Shen You was startled, feeling an unprecedented crisis looming over her.

Don't hide!

Hiding means death!

At that moment, his mind was surprisingly clear.

It was only in the face of life and death that he truly revealed his fighting talent.

That's not about the application and mastery of combat skills.

Rather, it is the keen eye and judgment that allow one to face life and death.

He knew that retreating wouldn't allow him to dodge the "Black Tiger Force," and that if he were hit, he would inevitably be cut in two.

At this moment, we can only move forward!

He roared and pressed the broadsword heavily onto Wang Long's shoulder, using the momentum to propel himself forward.

This decision ultimately took Wang Long by surprise.

Wang Long never imagined that someone could advance instead of retreat when facing his deadly "Black Tiger Force".

His "Black Tiger Force" ultimately missed its mark, grazing past Shen You's shoulder.

laugh--!

It was only grazed on the edge.

The fierce force had already cleaved a hideous wound into Shen You's shoulder.

Shen You's shoulder was almost split in two.

Shen You couldn't help but scream in agony, her body jerking forward as she slammed Wang Long away again.

Wang Long's body was knocked away, and the two were separated by distance.

This was the first time the two had separated since the start of the battle.

Everyone felt like they couldn't breathe.

This life-or-death battle was more thrilling than any battle they had ever seen before.

Both men had shoulder injuries and stood there, dragging their knives, breathing heavily.

However, Shen You's injuries were more than twice as severe as Wang Long's.

His shoulders were almost split open, a shocking sight.

A savage glint flashed across Wang Long's face: "You've got a lot to be proud of, having pushed me to this point!"

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, and said in a sinister voice, "But in the end, the only one who will survive is me!"

"Dare to oppose me, Wang Long!"

"Be prepared to die!"

He roared and lunged at Shen You again.

The ferocious and terrifying phantom of the black tiger flashed vividly on his body once again.

Everyone looked surprised.

I knew this was the final blow.

Wang Long had completely gained the upper hand, and his heart was burning with murderous intent.

He will never give Shen You another chance to escape!

Shen You, who was standing right in front of Wang Long, seemed to suddenly freeze in a daze.

He gripped the knife with both hands, completely absorbed in a state of self-forgetfulness.

"A knife...a knife for killing!"

"You can see it..."

"Is this the person you want to kill?"

The old woman's voice seemed to echo in Shen You's ears.

The person I want to kill...

Shen You's empty eyes slowly regained focus.

It locked onto Wang Long, who was charging towards him.

The murderous intent and hatred that Shen You felt last night surged within him once again like a raging torrent.

"Kill him!"

"kill!!"

Shen You forgot everything and stepped forward recklessly.

Swing a knife.

That's not a knife that can be swung casually.

That was a strike that could only be unleashed when he was completely immersed in extreme killing intent.

A murderous knife!

laugh!

A crimson light suddenly flew out from Shen You's blade.

It slashed across Wang Long's neck in an instant.

Wang Long stared blankly, frozen in place.

Bang!

His body fell to the ground.

Glug glug—

A round, plump thing.

It rolled down.