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No sooner had Ye Chen finished speaking than Du Qiansui had already made his move.

Du Qiansui knew that he couldn't let Ye Chen take the initiative. The previous exchange had made him realize one thing: this young man was different from any opponent he had ever encountered before.

Ye Chen is not afraid of the Blood Fiend Palm, at least not enough to render Du Qiansui's biggest trump card ineffective.

For someone who is used to dominating their opponents with fear, an opponent who has lost their fear is the most dangerous.

Du Qiansui's movements were extremely strange. They were not like Han Song's, which were wide and powerful, with each kick carrying the momentum to crush everything. Instead, they were a kind of extremely sinister snake-like steps.

Du Qiansui's body twisted into incredible angles under the dim light of the corridor, like a real venomous snake slithering through the narrow alley, moving so fast that it was almost impossible to catch the naked eye, leaving only blurry black afterimages.

With his superb lightness skill, Du Qiansui's footsteps were so light that they were almost invisible, as if the soles of his feet had never truly touched the ground.

The first form of the Blood Devil Palm is snake movement.

Ye Chen's eyes were fixed on Du Qiansui's every move.

The Ghostly Steps technique was instantly activated to its limit. He took three quick steps and his figure drifted backward like a ghost.

Just as Ye Chen dodged, a hand gleaming with a dark red light silently passed through the spot where he had just stood, its fingertips brushing against his collar, instantly scorching a patch of it and emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

If it had been even half a second slower, that palm strike would have landed squarely on Ye Chen's throat.

"Kid, you dodged pretty fast." Du Qiansui smiled coldly, his attacks never stopping. He struck out with both palms, each one faster than the last, each palm aimed directly at Ye Chen's vital points.

Each palm strike was viciously aimed at Ye Chen's throat, chest, temples, and dantian.

Du Qiansui's palm technique had no superfluous fancy movements; it was clean and efficient to the extreme, with each palm strike aimed at killing.

The terror of the Blood Fiend Palm lies not only in its poison.

The words spoken by the ghost servant flashed through Ye Chen's mind: those poisoned will die within seven days, and the palm strikes are poisonous, killing the victim instantly.

But what's even more terrifying is the corrosive effect produced by Du Qiansui's perfect fusion of poison and internal energy.

Wherever his palm strikes, not only will the skin and flesh be poisoned and ulcerated, but even the opponent's internal energy will be eroded and disintegrated by the toxins.

Even if ordinary masters were to exchange blows with him, and their palm strikes were of equal strength, their internal energy would be slowly worn away by the poison, eventually leading to their death from exhaustion.

Palms flew in the corridor, forcing Ye Chen to retreat repeatedly.

Ye Chen dared not confront Du Qiansui head-on again. Although his medicinal powder could neutralize the poison of the Blood Fiend Palm, the detoxification process took time. If he was poisoned repeatedly in a short period of time, the rate at which the toxins accumulated would exceed the rate at which the medicine could neutralize them, and his right hand would still be ruined.

The security guards in the private room were still fast asleep, completely unaware that a life-or-death struggle was taking place in the corridor just a door away.

Someone rolled over and muttered, "Minister Ye, another bottle, please."

Someone covered their head with their coat to block out the sounds of collisions coming from the corridor.

Ye Chen was glad that they were completely drunk. Du Qiansui's cultivation was at least at the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm, and with the addition of the Blood Fiend Palm, a heretical skill, his actual combat strength was even higher than Han Song's.

If these guys rush out to help, they'll only be throwing their lives away.

"Is all you can do is dodge? Where's your Breaking Palm? Why don't you use it? Weren't you quite impressive just now?" Du Qiansui increased the speed of his palm strikes, the palm shadows forming a dark red light curtain that almost blocked the entire width of the corridor.

Ye Chen did not answer; all his attention was focused on dodging.

He had pushed the Ghost Shadow Step technique to its limit, his feet scraping against the floor with a sharp sound as he constantly shifted positions in the narrow corridor, narrowly dodging Du Qiansui's palm strikes several times.

Ye Chen's breathing became rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But the opportunity he had been waiting for finally arrived.

Du Qiansui's palm strike missed its mark, instead striking the wall at the end of the corridor, causing the plaster to crumble and leaving a charred palm print.

In the instant he withdrew his palm to breathe, with less than half a second between them, Ye Chen moved.

His figure suddenly shifted from retreating to advancing, moving so fast it seemed to defy the laws of physics.

With a flick of his right hand, three silver needles slid from his sleeve into his fingertips, flashing three cold glints in the dim light, piercing the Shenmen, Daling, and Neiguan acupoints on Du Qiansui's right wrist.

These three acupoints are the essential pathways through which the toxins from the Blood Fiend Palm travel.

Sealing these three acupoints is like pinching a venomous snake's vital spot, preventing the toxins from being transported from the dantian to the palm.

Du Qiansui's expression changed drastically. He tried to withdraw his right palm, but Ye Chen was too fast.

Three silver needles were precisely inserted into three acupoints, penetrating half an inch into the flesh. The needle tips trembled slightly, emitting a barely audible buzzing sound.

The dark red light on Du Qiansui's right palm dimmed instantly, the faint light at his fingertips flickered a few times and then went out, and the bloody smell that had been permeating the air also faded a bit.

"Boy, you..." Du Qiansui was both shocked and angry. He looked down at the three trembling silver needles on his wrist, and panic appeared for the second time in his snake-like pupils.

The poison from Du Qiansui's Blood Fiend Palm was blocked by three needles, preventing it from circulating properly below the wrist.

Du Qiansui's entire right palm turned into an ordinary fleshy palm, and could no longer exert any power.

"The Medicine King Valley's Meridian-Severing Needle Technique is specifically designed to seal the flow of internal energy." Ye Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face revealing the smug expression of a petty thug.

"Kid, you think you can trap me like this?" Du Qiansui glanced at Ye Chen disdainfully.

"Old man, your Blood Fiend Palm now relies on the fusion of poison and internal energy. The poison can only exert its power when it is transported to the palm through the meridians. I have cut off your meridians, so your poisonous palm has become an ordinary palm. Now your right hand can't even kill a mosquito."

Ye Chen said jokingly.

Du Qiansui gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the silver needles from his wrist.

Just as Du Qiansui's left hand touched the end of the needle, Ye Chen lunged forward, using his Ghost Shadow Step technique to land the final step, and crashed into Du Qiansui's arms.

His right palm was filled with the internal energy of the Breaking Palm technique, and the pale golden light in his palm was even more dazzling and eye-catching than when he fought Han Song. A deep humming sound rang out in the air.

A snapping sound rang out.

Ye Chen slammed his palm firmly into Du Qiansui's chest.

Du Qiansui grunted, his body flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall at the end of the corridor and leaving a spiderweb-like dent in the wall.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which also contained a trace of dark red toxin—the backlash from the Blood Fiend Palm.

Those who practice the Blood Fiend Palm for a long time will have their internal organs invaded by toxins. Once their internal energy circulation is blocked, the toxins will backfire on them.

"Old man, how about it? Do you give in? Want to try again?"