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"Master Ding!"

Erniu cried out, rushed forward two steps, and then stopped abruptly.

The old man in blue looked down at Master Ding kneeling on the ground, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

"I never expected that a mere Transformation Realm martial artist like you could withstand a casual strike from me."

He took a step forward, squinted slightly, and looked at Master Ding again.

After a moment, he seemed to see through something, nodded slightly, and said with a hint of realization, "No wonder... you were a martial artist who failed to reach the Core Formation stage. There was still some core energy left in your dantian and sea of ​​qi. So even though you fell back to the Transformation stage, your foundation is a bit thicker than that of an ordinary Transformation stage martial artist."

With great difficulty, Ding Ye straightened up, leaning against the broken railing, and coughed up another mouthful of blood. "It was just a fluke."

His voice was much hoarse, but still steady, and he remained neither humble nor arrogant as he clasped his hands together again.

"No, no, no, this is not a fluke."

The old man in blue shook his head, his tone carrying a strange seriousness, "Even I have seen no more than three people who have survived a failed attempt to achieve the Golden Core stage."

"You survived, and a portion of your inner strength remains, which means you were just one step away back then."

"It's a pity you didn't take that step, and you'll never be able to in this lifetime."

When he said the second half of his sentence, there was even a hint of regret in his tone, as if he were looking at a piece of porcelain that was only one firing away from completion, but unfortunately it cracked at the last step.

"Even so, I still feel quite embarrassed that I couldn't kill you so easily."

The old man clenched his five fingers into a palm, and a series of dense, muffled popping sounds came from inside his arm bones.

It was as if a string of firecrackers had exploded inside his muscles; the muscles of his entire right arm swelled slightly, and a transparent ripple was visible in the surrounding air.

Master Ding knew he couldn't withstand that blow. He had already given it his all in that attack, and his arms were still numb and almost numb. The skin on the outside of his forearms had turned bluish-purple.

This palm strike was heavier and more ruthless than the previous one. He could see the trajectory of the hand, but his body couldn't keep up.

He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

Even if we die, we must die standing up!

The old man in blue had already slapped his palm in front of Master Ding, and the wind pressure generated by his palm made Master Ding's collar flutter loudly.

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Master Ding.

No one saw how that person appeared.

He stood between Master Ding and the old man in green, his right hand outstretched, and with a seemingly casual, even perfunctory, gesture, he raised his hand to meet the old man's palm strike.

"Bang!"

After a muffled thud, the old man in blue was forced back half a step.

The figure that suddenly appeared stood firmly in place, without moving an inch.

Chu Nan lowered his right hand, flicked his wrist, and looked at the white-haired, youthful-faced old man in blue robes before him. He said calmly, "It was just a martial arts sparring match. You've already won, yet you still want to kill someone. Isn't that a bit excessive?"

The old man in blue steadied himself, looked down at his palm, and then looked up at Chu Nan.

Although he only used 30% of his strength in that palm strike, it was still not something just anyone could withstand.

The young man in front of me looked to be in his early twenties at most, and I couldn't even sense any martial arts aura about him.

But he blocked that palm strike.

It wasn't dodging, it wasn't deflecting the force, it was blocking head-on.

Palm to palm, head to head, yet neither moved an inch.

"Boy, who are you?"

The old man in blue narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over Chu Nan from head to toe before returning to him. "To be able to withstand a strike from thirty percent of my power, you are no ordinary person. State your name; which sect are you a disciple of?"

Chu Nan remained silent and did not answer.

An elderly man in blue stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe billowing slightly in the lake breeze.

Seeing that Chu Nan remained silent, he took the initiative to speak, his tone carrying an undisguised arrogance, "I am Situ Lei, the leader of the Overseas Cloud-Turning Palm lineage."

"Twenty years ago, when he reached the Grandmaster level, he had defeated at least a dozen Transformation Realm martial artists."

"You're young man, you were able to withstand one of my blows, so you must be from a prestigious school. Tell me your name, maybe your master and I have some connection."

"I come from humble origins, and my martial arts skills are insignificant, so I will not show off in front of you."

Chu Nan's words sounded nice, but the old man in blue's face darkened.

He was a grandmaster, and wherever he went, he was always a guest of honor. Even powerful figures in the region would respectfully address him as "Grandmaster Situ."

Now that he has introduced himself, Chu Nan has not given him any response. Where is he supposed to put his old face?

Not far behind him, Guo Jianglong also frowned. He had been a disciple of Situ Lei for five years and knew his master's temper well.

While overseas, someone had their wrist broken by him for not raising their glass low enough when offering a toast.

This young man actually said in front of so many people that he disdained reporting to his sect.

"Young people these days become arrogant and overconfident after learning a few skills."

Situ Lei's voice deepened, and he took his right hand out from behind his back again.

With his fingers spread, the energy gathered in his palm was even more solid than before, and a transparent ripple was visibly generated in the surrounding air.

"Very well, since you don't want to reveal your sect, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your master—"

Chu Nan frowned slightly. He hadn't expected the old man to still have the intention to fight. Could it be that he really wanted to fight?

He didn't want to fight, but...

To be honest, since the lotus bud in the Qian position fully bloomed, Chu Nan has not yet fully tested his strength.

This might be a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, the words he had prepared to advise turned into a provocation when he spoke, "You can't teach people a lesson just by talking."

Situ Lei was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed over Longquan Lake, startling a flock of birds on the branches by the lake into flight.

"Fine! So you think you can't teach someone a lesson just by talking!"

He stopped laughing, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and his entire aura suddenly changed.

His green robe billowed, his white hair moved without wind, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the bluestone slab beneath his feet. "Then let this old man see what you're capable of!"

He stomped his right foot on the ground, and his entire body transformed into a blue afterimage, disappearing in an instant from a distance of ten meters.

This time, instead of casually striking out with his palm as he did with Master Ding, he bent his five fingers into a claw.

The powerful wind generated by the claws condensed into five visible white streaks in the air, heading straight for Chu Nan's throat!

Cloud-Turning Claw!

The Cloud-Turning Palm technique is a deadly move, designed to kill.

This claw strike was faster and more powerful than the one that hit Master Ding earlier!

Before the claws even arrived, the dust beneath Chu Nan's feet was already blown to both sides by the strong wind, and the reeds by the lake behind him were all bent over by the wind pressure.

Ripples even spread across the lake's surface, driven by the strong wind...