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Without any further words, the two moved simultaneously the instant Yan Zonghan finished speaking.

Yan Zonghan stomped his foot on the ground, and his body, like a ferocious beast breaking free of its chains, charged towards Chu Nan with an intense and overwhelming aura of killing intent.

Before the punch arrives, the wind comes first.

The wind felt like it was mixed with rust and blood, scraping so hard it stung the skin.

The ground cracked open with a "crack," and the wild grass withered and curled up instantly.

Chu Nan didn't dodge. He raised his arm, and golden true energy condensed into an extremely thin lotus petal at the edge of his palm.

The force of the punch struck the lotus petals like a battering ram hitting a bronze bell, the sound so dull it made one's heart clench.

Chu Nan used the momentum to his side, his right leg like a knife, slashing towards Yan Zonghan's waist.

Yan Zonghan didn't dodge either; he tucked in his stomach and arched his back, using his body to take the kick.

"boom!!!"

With a loud explosion, the two of them stepped back simultaneously.

Chu Nan swung his right leg. "You're stronger than I thought."

Yan Zonghan said coldly, "Could it be that you're overestimating yourself?"

Chu Nan smiled but didn't reply.

He stepped forward again, this time throwing seven punches in a row.

Each punch was enveloped in golden true energy, moving as fast as seven arrows of light shot from the same fist.

Yan Zonghan charged forward, his gray-white energy coiling around his arms like two ghostly ropes crawling out of a pile of corpses.

Their fists clashed, each blow sending a chill down the spines of those around them.

The ground beneath our feet felt like it had been trampled by countless giant beasts, with grass flying and black soil scattering everywhere.

"That's amazing!"

A martial artist with the Dan Jin skill clutched his chest, his face pale. "At first, I could see about 70-80% of them clearly, but now I can't even make out their shadows!"

"Me too. I saw two things, one gold and one gray, colliding, like two ball lightning bolts."

"What level of clash is this? Every punch is as powerful as a full-force strike from my sect's ultimate technique. Won't their inner energy be depleted fighting like this?"

"What do you think a Grandmaster is? That's someone who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, with true energy as vast as the sea and an inexhaustible flow of vital energy."

The faces of the several veteran masters in the spectator area were extremely grim.

They originally thought that even if they were not as good as Yan Zonghan, they could at least understand his boxing style.

But now, after only a few moves, their eyesight is already failing them.

Yan Zonghan's movements were as if they had been honed from piles of corpses on the battlefield—fast, accurate, and ruthless, without a single unnecessary movement.

What shocked them even more was that Chu Nan could perfectly parry every move and even change his moves to counterattack in the blink of an eye.

"Just who is this Chu Nan?" an old man in a gray robe asked in a low voice.

"Cannot be found."

The person next to him shook his head, "No sect or faction, it's like they appeared out of nowhere."

"How could someone without any sect or faction produce such a person?"

"Perhaps we're too old, and know too little..."

On the battlefield, Yan Zonghan began to change his tactics.

His speed didn't increase, but the arc of each punch changed.

The direct approach has been transformed into a shorter and more dangerous close-range elbow strike.

His gray-white true energy also changed, from being expansive and unrestrained to being as restrained as a needle.

Chu Nan was nearly stabbed in the throat twice in a row, the palm shadow grazing the side of his neck, bringing with it a scorching wind.

Chu Nan's eyes narrowed, and he took two quick steps backward.

Yan Zonghan, like a persistent carbuncle, relentlessly pursued him.

He feinted with his right fist, but his left fist shot out from under Chu Nan's ribs, aiming straight for Chu Nan's heart.

This happened silently, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

Chu Nan, however, seemed to have seen through it all along. He slapped his right palm from bottom to top, and golden true energy burst forth, creating a lotus flower the size of a washbasin.

Yan Zonghan's punch landed on the lotus flower as if it had hit a pile of cotton; the force missed its mark.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chu Nan pressed closer, grabbing Yan Zonghan's right wrist with his left hand and reaching out with his right hand to intercept him under the armpit.

Intercepting the pulse finger!

The golden finger force, like a red-hot needle, pierced towards Yan Zonghan's Jiquan acupoint, three inches below his armpit.

If he strikes the target, the blood and energy in the entire right arm will be cut off.

Yan Zonghan reacted incredibly quickly, jerking his body to the side and narrowly avoiding the vital point, which landed on his shoulder blade.

The golden energy penetrated in, and Yan Zonghan groaned, swinging his left fist back to force Chu Nan away.

He took four steps back, a piece of his clothing torn on his left shoulder, revealing his bronze skin underneath.

There was a red mark the size of a coin on his skin, like it had been branded with a hot iron.

Yan Zonghan's voice was cold and hard. "Impressive finger technique! This kind of skill, which specifically targets vital energy points, has long been lost in the martial arts world. Where did you learn it?"

"Want to know?"

Chu Nan flexed his fingers, golden true energy still swirling around his fingertips like silk. "Go ask the King of Hell."

Yan Zonghan smiled.

The laughter squeezed out of his chest, carrying a rusty, metallic smell.

He stopped speaking, clenched his fists tightly at his sides, and his grayish-white true energy exploded as if it had been doused with kerosene.

The gas began to turn black, a black tinged with red, like the color of dried human blood, and smoldered in the iron furnace for three days and three nights.

"Killing Aura Technique!"

"Heartguard!"

With each word Yan Zonghan uttered, his murderous aura intensified.

The dark gray true energy coiled around his limbs like a living thing, gradually condensing into hard lumps like armor plates.

The breastplate, shoulder guards, and arm guards lit up one after another.

Dark red patterns slithered across the surface of his nail like snakes, eventually converging at the location of his heart to form a hideous ghost head.

Yan Zonghan's aura completely changed; it was no longer just killing intent, but an extremely solid barrier.

He stood there, like a high wall built from the bones of millions of corpses, making it hard for people to breathe.

"Killing Intent Technique, Heart-Protecting Armor... these are two ultimate techniques from the Seven Killing Techniques of Breaking Army!"

An experienced master, recognizing the true nature of the matter, exclaimed in shock, his expression completely changing, "Yan Zonghan is truly intent on killing!"

"This technique is a path of no return; the more you kill, the stronger you become, and the more insane you become!"

Chu Nan watched quietly as Yan Zonghan donned his armor.

When the last piece of armor was joined on Yan Zonghan's shoulder, he said unhurriedly, "Breastplate? It sounds rather ordinary."

"Yeah?"

Yan Zonghan raised his fist, the gray-black nail plates scraping together, producing a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

Without wasting words, Chu Nan flipped his hands, and golden lotus phantoms bloomed layer by layer behind him.

He has never fully unleashed the Thirty-Six Forms of Lotus since breaking through to the Grandmaster level.

At this moment, he held nothing back, unleashing Lotus Steps, Lotus Shield, Meridian-Severing Finger, and Sky-Grasping Hammer...

One move after another, flowing smoothly and seamlessly together.

Golden shadows danced and the wind from their fists whistled like dragons, filling the entire battlefield with golden petals.

Yan Zonghan was fearless. With his breastplate on, his defense was almost impenetrable.

Chu Nan's heavy punch only produced a series of clanging sounds, like striking an iron mountain.

His counterattack was even more ferocious than before, each punch carrying the immense power of a battering ram.

The two fought from the center to the east side, and then from the east side to the west side.

All the protruding ground along the way was leveled, and several rocks half a person's height were crushed into stone powder by the aftershocks.

The onlookers were completely stunned.

The situation between these two has exceeded their entire understanding of "martial arts".

Indeed, it was still a clash of fists and feet like that of grandmasters.

But the aftershocks are on a completely different level!

It's less like two grandmasters are fighting and more like two natural disasters are intertwined!