The improved female villains regained their memories.

As the distance closed, Dionysus let out a low growl and punched Wen Shihan on the head.

Bang bang bang!

However, Yang Pingsheng was prepared. The moment the God of Wine made his move, he supported Wen Shihan with his right hand and exchanged three punches with the God of Wine with his left.

The three fists collided, and the powerful physical shockwaves created a distorted atmosphere. Dionysus faltered, his face no longer able to conceal his astonishment.

[This person's physical abilities are good enough, but how come his strength is on par with mine? Could he be a true immortal?!]

He looked down at the hand that had thrown the punch; the knuckles were already swollen.

[No, it's not his problem, it's that armor. Even with spiritual energy disabled, the armor still amplifies this person's power. Could it be a ninth-grade magic artifact?]

Forcibly resisting the invasion of the Sword Soul Heart, while quickly thinking in his mind, the Dionysus Steps started again. This time he was no longer careless, and threw out two punches at the same time, leaving afterimages.

Yang Pingsheng carried Wen Shihan on his back, walking backwards while defending himself. With only one hand, he found it extremely difficult to hold his ground.

No longer underestimating his opponent, the God of Wine became completely serious and fought with great discipline. He was a True Immortal, and his knowledge and foundation surpassed Yang Pingsheng's. Moreover, he had also practiced killing moves related to body cultivation. Although he could not use spiritual energy to unleash them at this moment, he had still developed muscle memory, making Yang Pingsheng unable to lift his head.

As for Yang Pingsheng, although he had trained in combat with Jiang Shiyu in his previous life, it was not for long. Moreover, he now had to protect Wen Shihan, so he was bound to be at a disadvantage.

"Hahahaha, fellow immortal, you want the Sword Soul Heart and you also want to protect this wicked woman's life. Aren't you being a bit too greedy?" The God of Wine laughed loudly and said, "How about we make a deal? You give me the wicked woman's life, and I won't fight you for the Sword Soul Heart. What do you say?"

Even though he had the upper hand, Dionysus did not fail to use words to provoke Yang Pingsheng's heart.

It doesn't matter who takes the Sword Soul Heart; as long as someone takes it, he can immediately unleash the true power of a True Immortal. It won't be too late to suppress this mysterious person then. Wen Shihan's life is real; if we kill her, we'll have one less opponent in the future, no matter what.

Yang Pingsheng remained silent, and thus, unable to defend himself, he let out a few muffled groans when he was hit.

[This can't go on any longer.] Yang Pingsheng's eyes narrowed, and his gaze, visible through the mask, fell on the God of Wine, filled with a strong killing intent.

He exchanged a few punches with the God of Wine, and taking advantage of the moment when the other was catching his breath, he pushed off to the side, dodging the force of the punches, and landed in the nearby forest.

He gently put Wen Shihan down, then pounced on the God of Wine. This time, with his hands free, he unleashed his full power, employing a reckless fighting style.

The two fought like this, sometimes entangled, sometimes separated, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The rain of swords continued unabated, and both of them were using most of their energy to resist the sword spirit Xi Bu being pulled into the dream. As a result, as the fight continued, both of them slowed down.

The forest trembled, and every now and then, a mad beast would rush in. Whenever this happened, the two would tacitly cease fighting, avoid confrontation, and wait until the beast left before engaging in battle again.

After exchanging blows for more than thirty rounds, both men were exhausted and realized they could not defeat each other.

"This person fought me with his bare hands while resisting the rain of swords. He has a deep foundation and is truly formidable." Yang Pingsheng leaned against a tree, panting.

Dionysus was even more astonished, almost incredulous.

[Just who is this person? His armor is so strong that even I can't break through it!?]

[In our recent exchange, I even incorporated a trace of the Great Dao, but let alone destroy it, I couldn't even leave a mark.]

[A ninth-grade magic artifact! That's definitely a ninth-grade magic artifact, and it might even be a ninth-grade magic artifact that doesn't require spiritual energy to activate!]

Looking at Yang Pingsheng, the God of Wine gradually calmed down from his initial murderous intent.

That makes sense. Yang Pingsheng is ultimately an Earth Immortal. If they were to fight, he would definitely be no match for the True Immortal Wine God, who can use the Great Dao Mark. The Wine God's thinking is correct. What can truly allow the two to fight to a draw is Yang Pingsheng's armor.

He just didn't expect that the armor wasn't a ninth-grade magic weapon at all, but rather Yang Pingsheng's immortal artifact. If he had known, he would probably have been even more wary of the person in front of him.

It should be understood that although immortal artifacts are awakened from the soul, in the end, using them requires the help of spiritual energy. However, Yang Pingsheng's immortal artifacts can manifest without the need for spiritual energy, which only proves one point.

This is one of the abilities of Yang Pingsheng's immortal artifact.

What kind of soul does its owner possess that makes its abilities so heaven-defying, even disregarding the basic rule that immortal artifacts require spiritual energy to function?

Not to mention, the Great Dao Mark of the God of Wine can't do much harm to it. If it can use spiritual energy, wouldn't its abilities be even greater?

Yang Pingsheng stopped panting, clenched his fists, and looked at the God of Wine again.

The other party's repeated attempts to kill Wen Shihan had enraged him, and Yang Pingsheng knew that the other party had to die here.

We must not let him escape, or the consequences will be dire.

Yang Pingsheng was filled with murderous intent, and now he took the initiative to attack.

The God of Wine was slightly taken aback. Seeing Yang Pingsheng rushing towards him, he sneered, "Do you really think you can defeat me with just a ninth-grade magic weapon?"

Their fists collided, their breaths swirling, and the two fought again.

Endless fist shadows rained down on Yang Pingsheng, many of which contained traces of the Great Dao. However, after the fist shadows subsided, his armor remained gleaming, and Yang Pingsheng stood unmoved, displaying an attitude of "no matter how strong you are, it's like a gentle breeze brushing against a mountain."

However, when he throws a punch at the God of Wine, it is countered by the opponent's skill. In addition, his punching speed is slow, so he has to take hundreds of punches before he can punch the God of Wine.

One couldn't break through the defense, and the other couldn't even get close; neither of them could do anything about the other.

Just then, the God of Wine suddenly changed his move and punched Yang Pingsheng in the face.

In his view, although armor provides strong defense, it always has weaknesses, and the mask should be its weakness.

Once the mask is broken, the fist, enhanced by the Great Dao Mark, can strike the opponent's face and shatter their facial bones with a single punch.

The punch was fast and powerful, but Yang Pingsheng neither dodged nor avoided it; instead, he took the initiative to step forward.

boom!

The mask remained undamaged despite being punched.

Dionysus was shocked: "You..."

"Got you?"

Yang Pingsheng grabbed the God of Wine and made it impossible for him to break free.

He had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. The next second, he tilted his head back and slammed his head into the other person's face.

boom!

Dionysus was hit in the face, and he immediately saw stars and blood flowed from his nose.

His aura immediately dropped by half, and his mental focus, which had been defending against the sword spirit, also dissipated by more than half.

"Go to hell!"

Yang Pingsheng became furious, tilted his head back again, and this time smashed the other man's Adam's apple.

Suddenly, the god of wine unleashed a burst of power, crouching down and sliding away like an eel, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Yang Pingsheng missed his target and saw the God of Wine running away in an extremely disheveled manner. Naturally, he was unwilling to give up and clenched his fists to strike.

boom!

Earth and stones flew everywhere, and Dionysus dodged again.

He endured the intense dizziness, got up in a strange posture, and then nimbly dodged again to avoid Yang Pingsheng's attack.

He was forced into a very awkward position by Yang Pingsheng, with a cliff behind him and less and less room to maneuver.

"This guy!" Recovering from his dizziness, Dionysus took in his surroundings and was enraged. "He lured me here while fighting me, trying to use the terrain to restrict me!"

He knew this couldn't go on any longer, so he used a few traces of the Great Dao again, launching a whip kick at Yang Pingsheng's lower body.

He no longer hoped to break through the opponent's defenses; he only hoped that the opponent would lose their balance so that he could escape and get a chance to catch his breath.

crunch--

Dionysus's expression changed.

His ankle was broken.

"What kind of magical artifact is this?!" Dionysus exclaimed in horror. "It can actually increase its defense based on the intensity of the opponent's attack? That's too unfair!?"

"who knows?"

Yang Pingsheng retorted with a question, and returned the kick with the same motion.

The two sides went from punching to using both fists and feet, with their forces clashing back and forth in the air, even producing loud popping sounds.

With Dionysus already crippled and Yang Pingsheng's defenses growing stronger, Dionysus's room for maneuver is shrinking, putting him in a disadvantageous position.

He could only defend himself, feeling incredibly aggrieved: "I am a true immortal, and the protagonist, when have I ever been humiliated like this? Damn it, when I can use my spiritual energy, I will teach this brat a lesson!"

He kicked a rock beside him, not missing the target, but using the momentum to leap into the air.

In order to escape his current predicament, he plans to use his jumping ability to escape from above.

However, a glint flashed in Yang Pingsheng's eyes, and he also leaped up using his jumping ability, simultaneously delivering an upward kick to the God of Wine's groin.

I'm afraid of getting it wiped.

"@＃$^＆%!$＃"

Dionysus turned pale and fell to the ground.

His eyes widened, his body almost stiffened, and his already shaky mind collapsed once again.

However, Dionysus was a seasoned immortal, and even in this inhuman pain, he endured it and escaped with a roll.

Yang Pingsheng's eyes turned cold, and after landing, he kicked the God of Wine again.

Dionysus's body trembled again; this time, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The screams pierced through the forest, but Yang Pingsheng pretended not to hear them and kicked the spot repeatedly.

Bang bang bang!

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

The God of Wine flew into a rage, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yang Pingsheng. Enduring the intense pain in his lower body, he sprang up and pounced on him.

This perfectly fulfilled Yang Pingsheng's wish.

Bang bang bang.

Fists encased in iron armor rained down on Dionysus, striking his groin, throat, temples, and every vulnerable spot with relentless force.

"puff!"

Dionysus could no longer hold on, coughed up blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Yang Pingsheng mounted him, drew his bow with both hands, and kept punching until there was no sound below.

"Is he dead...?"

He was panting, blood dripping from his hands. Looking at the unrecognizable Dionysus beneath him, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and checked the other's breath.

He wasn't breathing; he was indeed dead.