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"You're telling me all this, aren't you afraid I'll expose it later?"

Li Guanqi stopped and tilted his head to look at Chu Nan, as if he had heard a very interesting joke. "So what if you know some secrets?"

He raised his hand, fingers spread, his face still bearing that warm smile. "Anyway... you're about to be a dead man."

Chu Nan was about to move when his body suddenly froze.

He looked down and saw that his limbs were covered in gray mist.

It wasn't a dense, overwhelming fog, but rather strands of extremely fine threads, like a spider web, clinging to its joints.

Each strand was so thin that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and under the moonlight, it shone with an extremely faint dark gray luster.

They didn't just appear; they had silently extended under the cover of the fog during the few minutes he was talking to Li Guanqi, winding themselves up one by one without him noticing.

Chu Nan tried to struggle, but the silk thread didn't budge.

Each of them was like a living vine slowly contracting, tightening more and more, deforming the fabric at the cuffs.

There is a slow flow of gray mist inside the silk thread, and it is this flowing mist that provides continuous contractile force.

While he was fighting the clones, Li Guanqi never stopped what he was doing. While the clones attacked, he was constantly forming hand seals and setting up formations.

Li Guanqi walked forward, and with a flick of his finger in the air, the flowing light of the jade bracelet spread from the bracelet to his fingertip, and an extremely thin short blade materialized out of thin air between his index and middle fingers.

The blade is only four inches long, and under the moonlight, you can see a very faint blue mist pattern slowly flowing on the blade surface.

"Each of these threads is made from compressed illusory mist that I personally refined. It is specifically designed to counter the protective true energy of a Grandmaster. The more you struggle, the tighter it will tighten."

As he spoke, he had already walked up to Chu Nan, raised the short blade in his hand, and aimed the tip at Chu Nan's throat.

Chu Nan did not struggle.

At least they didn't struggle in the way Li Guanqi had anticipated.

Just before the blade touched his throat, a very faint golden light suddenly appeared on his body—not the fierce outward release of protective true energy, but a kind of gentle permeation.

The lotus essence seeped outwards along the contact surface between the skin and the gray mist threads, like water seeping into sand.

It wasn't a forced break.

The threads are compressed from illusory mist, specifically designed to counter the explosive resistance of protective true qi; the more one struggles, the tighter they become.

However, the Lotus True Qi does not fight in the form of "qi" at all; it changes the way it penetrates.

It passes through the gaps between the fibers inside the thread, and coalesces at the weakest point of each thread.

Then... they exploded at the same time!

This action appears to have almost no external indication.

Chu Nan simply stood there, and the gray mist threads on his limbs suddenly snapped simultaneously, like a cut string on a musical instrument, emitting a very faint "zheng" sound.

The broken threads drifted in the air, turning back into gray mist before they even hit the ground.

Li Guanqi's short blade missed its mark.

It wasn't that Chu Nan dodged; it was that Li Guanqi's wrist was deflected three inches by a force that pushed him sideways in that instant.

The lotus shield did not fully unfold; it merely formed a palm-sized golden barrier centered on Chu Nan's chest, precisely positioned against the side of the Azure Mist Short Blade.

The short blade grazed Chu Nan's right shoulder, and the blue mist clinging to the tip of the blade tore a very thin white mark in the air.

Chu Nan's shoulder took a half step back, and instead of the explosive leap of the Lotus Step, his foot stepped out in a tiny arc.

He maintained his center of gravity while widening the distance.

Li Guanqi reacted extremely quickly. His attack missed, but he did not withdraw his sword. Instead, he clenched his left fist, and the scattered wisps of gray mist in the air suddenly re-condensed and wrapped around Chu Nan from behind.

This time, the amount of silk thread was more than three times greater.

Under the moonlight, they resembled a group of extremely thin silver snakes, simultaneously lunging at Chu Nan from all angles.

There was even a certain coordination between the silk threads: the upper row sealed the position, the lower row wrapped around the joints, and the middle few went straight to the acupoints on both sides of the spine.

Chu Nan didn't turn around. He reached out with his hand and flicked his fingers four times in the air.

Intercepting the pulse finger!

The four finger strikes are like four invisible needles, precisely nailing into the middle of the four foremost threads.

The force of the finger strikes not at the very tip of the thread, but at the midpoint where the thread is weakest.

The threads simultaneously lost their direction in mid-air, becoming tangled into a mess.

Taking advantage of this opening, Chu Nan turned around, his right hand sweeping outwards with the back of his hand, the fingertips of the Hanging Cloud Hand drawing a crescent-shaped golden arc in the air.

The remaining threads struck the arc light, like ice threads touching a soldering iron, instantly vaporizing.

Li Guanqi took three steps back, a crack appearing on his smile for the first time. "What kind of move did you use?"

As he spoke, the jade bracelet's shimmering light shone again.

This time, instead of a short blade, dozens of extremely fine mist needles materialized, each only the size of an embroidery needle, suspended in the mist around his body, their tips gleaming with a grayish-blue light.

"Hmph, but that doesn't matter anymore. You're the first person to force me to use this move."

Li Guanqi waved his right hand, and mist needles shot out simultaneously. "You can break my silk, but can you break these?"

The speed of the mist needle is more than one level faster than that of the silk thread.

They didn't fly in a straight line, but rather followed curved arcs in the air, each with a different path, sealing off all possible angles for Chu Nan to dodge.

This is a typical use of the Mirage Illusion Killing Technique; it doesn't rely on quantity to win, but rather on "sealing positions" as its core.

The number of needles doesn't need to be overwhelming; as long as each one is positioned in the opponent's likely direction of movement, it will guarantee a hit.

Chu Nan's pupils contracted slightly; he did not choose to dodge.

The explosive power of the Lotus Step can indeed dodge most of the fog needles in a short time, but Li Guanqi himself is still standing in place, and he still has a follow-up move in hand.

If he tries to dodge now, he will fall into his opponent's rhythm.

Dodge the first wave, then there's the second, and then an endless chase.

He chose a response that Li Guanqi had never expected.

That is... planting lotus!

Three extremely fine streams of golden true energy flowed from Chu Nan's toes into the ground, spreading out like tree roots beneath the floor tiles.

The true energy condensed into three lotus seed-sized clumps three inches underground, and then—

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, the ground was blasted away by the true energy, and a temporary earthen wall was erected in front of Chu Nan.

The fog needles pierced the stone bricks, producing a series of dense "poof" sounds.

The needle pierced the wall, but its force was greatly reduced after piercing, and Chu Nan casually blocked it with the Lotus Shield.

Before the earthen wall even hit the ground, Chu Nan had already made his move.

He used a piece of flying dirt as leverage, his body becoming a blur as he passed directly through the dust and smoke rising from the shattered bricks, his right fist poised to strike.

On the fist, golden lotus-shaped true energy spun rapidly in a spiral shape.

It is the Shattering Fist, one of the Thirty-Six Lotus Forms that I comprehended after the Qian position fully blossomed!