What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

Phantom let An Chen chop down on its neck without offering any resistance.

As expected, An Chen wanted to cut off Phantom's neck, but in the end he only managed to wound the other's neck.

“My turn.” Phantom turned around and reached out to slap An Chen.

An Chen quickly stepped back.

"boom!"

With another bang, Jiuge threw several crystals onto the ground.

The ground shattered completely, and Phantom nearly fell over because he lost his footing.

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The phantom was startled for a moment, but quickly regained its composure.

With a cold and sharp gaze, Jiu Ge focused her attention on providing support from a distance.

An Chen stood to the side, his mask falling off, unable to continue using the Blood Blade.

Currently, Blood Blade has degenerated into the form of "Fate" itself.

With a sigh of relief, An Chen started running.

The phantom stopped and stretched out its black hand.

The two attacked simultaneously.

"boom!"

An Chen was punched hard in the stomach.

The phantom's chest was also dented from a punch.

Interestingly, at this moment, An Chen suddenly remembered a scene of wild boars charging in a documentary he had once seen.

He was panting, looking calmly at the phantom.

The next second, An Chen charged at the phantom.

First the head, then the elbows, then the legs, and finally the feet.

"boom!"

Not to be outdone, Phantom used his remaining arm to punch An Chen again and again.

Both of them were panting.

This hand-to-hand combat was like a tug-of-war.

No matter how the two sides attack, it is impossible to completely determine who is right and who is wrong.

Phantom will not admit defeat, and neither will An Chen.

They were all moving very fast, so fast that Jiuge, watching from the sidelines, could hardly keep up.

"Bang bang bang!" An Chen's body was covered in more and more blood, but he didn't care at all.

He kicked the phantom with all his might, sending it flying.

There were holes in the ceiling, holes in the floor, and holes in the walls.

The enormous noise even startled the officials of the underworld.

People who weren't too far away started to scatter.

The officials headed toward the scene of the incident, but stopped at the entrance.

The spiritual energy and internal force emanating from it are beyond what ordinary people can produce.

If they go in now, they might be caught in the crossfire and be completely wiped out.

An Chen remained standing upright, even though his back was already covered in cold sweat.

The phantom's head had been smashed multiple times, it was missing an arm, smoke was billowing from its body, and it was already somewhat delirious.

But with amazing perseverance, he, like An Chen, steadily stood on the ground again.

To outsiders, it's impossible to tell who has the upper hand between the two.

However, only they themselves know the true state of their bodies.

“Just join us, and I can make you replace Old Swindler and become my second-in-command.” Black liquid dripped from Phantom’s mouth.

More and more smoke and vapor were emanating from his body, like a balloon with a hole punctured.

"Impossible." Blood also trickled from the corner of An Chen's mouth.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he charged at the phantom again.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two men reached out and swung their fists at each other, each punch landing squarely.

An Chen felt pain in his bones.

The excruciating pain almost made him collapse in front of the phantom.

The phantom's body looked as if it had undergone liposuction, becoming increasingly thin.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

Black water slowly flowed down his head, neck, chest, abdomen, and legs.

An Chen didn't know whether what was flowing down the phantom's body was blood or not.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

Now he has only one belief: to completely erase the phantom from the world.

"..."

Phantom was a little tired.

He wanted to reclaim all the power of his clones, but he was unable to do so because of Jiu Ge's intense spellcasting outside.

Resentment, anger, confusion, doubt.

A variety of emotions once again enveloped the phantom.

He can no longer even feel pain.

Swinging its only remaining arm, Phantom slammed it down hard at An Chen.

An Chen squinted, raised his hand, and grasped the last arm of the phantom.

With a hiss, Phantom's last arm was severed.

"How is that possible?" Phantom's expression changed.

The pain numbed him.

The phantom lowered its head, trying to pick up the arm on the ground.

But the next second, An Chen punched him and sent him flying.

This time, An Chen's strength was completely different from before.

If his previous strength was considered superhuman, this time his strength could probably be labeled as exceeding human limits.

Caught off guard, Phantom's eyes widened.

"How is that possible?..." he muttered to himself, his expression one of astonishment.

"boom!"

An Chen quickly flashed over and threw another punch at the phantom.

The phantom was suspended from the left wall and landed several meters away on the right wall.

The wall has been completely breached.

Black blood gushed from the phantom's mouth.

"boom!"

Before Phantom could catch its breath, An Chen kicked it again.

The wind howled, and the phantom flew through the wall, crashing twenty meters away, landing directly on the outermost edge of the base.

Panic, fear, terror, helplessness, despair.

The phantom looked up at the blue sky, its eyes and heart filled with horror.

"Why... how could this be... he shouldn't be this strong. At the beginning, I could have beaten him, and it's only been a few years..."

"What are you saying? I can't hear you." An Chen, covered in blood, had already led Jiu Ge, who was also without a mask, out.

He looked coldly at the phantom that was barely clinging to life, his tone devoid of sorrow or joy.

"You bastard!" Phantom roared with all his might.

He could no longer stand up.

His black blood splattered across the twenty-odd meters of road.

"Say what you want." An Chen clenched his fist, considering whether or not to punch Phantom again.

The phantom is beyond saving.

Jiuge glanced at the phantom, then at the hideous wounds on An Chen's body and the blood that had already changed color.

"An Chen, are you alright?" she asked cautiously.

“You can go back safely.” An Chen’s tone became very gentle.

"But once we get up there, we might have to rely on you." He was actually struggling a lot.

There has never been a fight like this in so long.

Just as Phantom was surprised by An Chen's strength, An Chen was also surprised by Phantom's formidable power.

This is still a somewhat illusory phantom.

If Phantom were at his peak, he felt he would probably have had an even tougher time.