Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

His greatest virtue is his humility.

Fuheishen'er's laughter stopped, and he stared at Duanmu Yan without moving.

“Perfect timing. I was just thinking about how to wipe you all out before dealing with that asteroid brat.”

Duanmu Yan narrowed his eyes.

"I really hate you sorcerers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Heishen'er's figure disappeared, the stone steps exploded into a spider web pattern, and before the rubble even hit the ground, he had already appeared in front of Duanmu Yan.

His right arm muscles bulged as he slashed down from the upper left with the Soul Release Blade, the blade tearing through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.

Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he dodged to the side.

Fu Heishen'er's strike missed, but he flipped his wrist and unleashed a horizontal slash with the Soul Release Blade.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without a single pause.

Duanmu Yan leaned back to dodge the horizontal slash, and as soon as he landed, he bounced up, using the momentum to leap backward, retreating three body lengths before barely managing to create distance.

So fast, almost as fast as he carried Nado.

Duanmu Yan's breathing quickened; this was much more exciting than watching anime.

This is the limit of the physical body, bound by heaven and curse, achieved in exchange for zero curse power?

Just keeping up with this man's speed requires a lot of energy from Tuona.

He reached for his waist with his left hand, and the Hurricane Shadow Dart landed in his palm, its metallic surface gleaming with a ghostly green light.

Fu Heishen turned around, slung the Soul-Releasing Blade back over his shoulder, and narrowed his eyes: "Oh? Not bad speed, but your body doesn't seem to have much strength."

Duanmu Yan ignored those words. "Heh...you bastard, there's a lot you don't know."

With a flick of his wrist, he infused the hurricane element into the blade, causing the Hurricane Shadow Dart to blaze with green light. Then, he swung his right arm out, sending the Hurricane Shadow Dart spinning as it flew toward him.

Fuheishen dodged the dart by tilting his head, the wind blades it generated grazed past his ear, severing several tree branches behind him.

Before he could even turn his face back, the Hurricane Dart had already returned.

"Interesting." Fu Heishen'er's lips curled slightly as he raised the Soul Release Blade from bottom to top, deflecting the Hurricane Shadow Dart with the back of the blade.

As Duanmu Yan threw the Hurricane Shadow Dart, he pushed off the ground and charged forward. His emerald green armor left a trail of afterimages. He cut into the inner circle while Fu Heishen was dealing with the dart. His right foot retracted in mid-air, and the hurricane element wrapped around his ankle, forming a miniature tornado.

At that moment, Fuhesh was blocking the Hurricane Dart when he kicked at Fuhesh's face.

"Whirlwind Kick"

However, before his legs were fully extended, Fuheshel's right hand had already drawn another magical artifact from the magic pouch.

It is shaped like a short sword, with battle-damaged markings on the blade, and gleams with a cold, sharp light in the sunlight.

This is the Heavenly Rebellion.

Duanmu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

The supreme-grade spell weapon, the Heavenly Reversal Blade, can forcibly dispel all spells.

Although the armor does not belong to the sorcery system, there is an energy flow when the armor is armed. If you are stabbed by this knife, the armor will probably be forcibly disarmed.

He abruptly stopped his leg, changed direction in mid-air, rolled backward and landed, leaving a two-meter-long green trail on the ground with his feet.

Fuheishen stood in his original spot, holding the Heavenly Reversal Blade in his left hand and the Soul Release Blade in his right, the scar on his lip curling upwards: "What are you hiding for? Weren't you going to pull out my cursed artifacts?"

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Duanmu Yan didn't reply. With a flick of his right hand, the Hurricane Shadow Dart flew back to his palm from the tree trunk.

This guy is not only incredibly fast, but his combat experience is also far beyond what I can match.

That opening was deliberately created; he lured me close, waiting for Tian Ni Hou to poke in.

Fuheshner started walking forward. "You sorcerers always think you have a huge advantage because you have spells, but when it comes to actual fighting, you can never find an opening and just charge in headfirst. You're the same, thinking that being fast will give you an advantage?"

Fuheishen suddenly accelerated, flipping the Soul-Releasing Blade in his hand from a regular grip to a reverse grip, and thrusting the blade towards Duanmu Yan's chest. Duanmu Yan jumped back, but was still struck by the blade.

The Soul-Releasing Blade was pulled back, and Duanmu Yan retreated three steps, each step leaving a shallow pit on the stone slab.

Fuheshel pulled his left hand out of the cursed spirit's mouth, and in his hand appeared a dark red three-section staff.

The three-section staff swung in his hand, the metal joints clanging, the chains between the sections taut and straight.

Superior Spell Tool: Wandering Clouds.

It is not imbued with any magic formula; it is a purely physical weapon whose power depends entirely on the user's strength.

In this man's hands, its power is more terrifying than any other spell.

"What's wrong? Is that all you've got? Can't you show me something more interesting?"

Duanmu Yan took a deep breath: "Hehe...you'll see him soon."

He swept his left hand across the Hurricane Shadow Dart, infusing it with the element of raging storms to its limit, turning the green light on the blade from pale green to an almost blinding white-green.

The wind suddenly shifted, leaves swirled in the air, and sand was whipped up from the ground, converging on the tip of the Hurricane Shadow Dart. He crossed the two darts in front of his chest and then swung them outward with a vengeance.

"Raging Hurricane Tears Through Beasts!"

A massive green blade of light was flung out, carving deep trenches in the ground and swirling pebbles and fallen leaves into the air, filling the air with a sharp whistling sound.

Fuheshen chuckled softly, "That's more like it!"

He planted the Soul-Releasing Blade into the ground, grasped both ends of the Cloud-Wandering Staff with both hands, and the three-section staff spun in his hands, weaving a red shadow of staffs in front of him.

The wind blade collided with the staff shadow, and the shattered wind element turned into turbulent currents, leveling a layer of the surrounding bushes, sending branches and leaves flying everywhere.

Fuhesh stood unharmed amidst the falling leaves.

"Unfortunately, the speed is good, but the power is a bit lacking."

Duanmu Yan did not stop moving. The Hurricane Shadow Dart flew back into his hand, and as he stepped back with his right leg, he gathered the elements of a raging hurricane.

Green light flowed down his leg armor, condensing into a vortex at his toes. Then he suddenly leaped into the air, his body spinning sideways, his right leg whipping out like a whip, creating a green whirlwind.

"Raging Tornado Kick!"

The emerald-green armor circled behind Fuheshen'er, and he raised his leg, creating a whirlwind. The Hurricane Tornado Kick exploded at close range, while Fuheshen'er had just finished the Hurricane Beast Slicer and still had his sword at his side, but his reaction was still fast.

You Yun was thrown away, then crossed his arms to take most of the force of the whirlwind kick. The fabric on his shoulders was torn open, revealing muscles underneath without an ounce of excess fat.

Before Duanmu Yan could retract his leg, Fu Heishen drew the Heavenly Reversal Blade again and continued to strike.

Duanmu Yan pushed his speed to the limit, dodging left and right, the blade always grazing the armor less than a finger's width away.

Feeling unable to catch his opponent, Fu Heishen suddenly changed his move. Halfway through his sword strike, he slammed his knee into Duanmu Yan. Duanmu Yan barely managed to parry with his arms, but was sent flying, crashing into a thick cedar tree behind him and rolling to the ground.

The armor of the Tuonado was dented in the chest, and cracks spread outward from the point of stress, indicating that the energy was already alarming.

He struggled to his feet, the surging blood in his chest making it hard to breathe, and he let out a muffled groan, "It hurts so much... This bastard's strength is no joke."

“But if the wind element doesn’t work, then I’ll use the fire element…” Duanmu Yan turned the wheel on his belt, and the emerald green of the armor faded from its surface.

"Nawa, convert!"

The Molten Scale Blade took shape in his right hand. Duanmu Yan bent over and pushed off the ground, causing the stone slab beneath his feet to shatter. He then crashed into Fu Heishen'er like a cannonball.

Fuheishen laughed loudly and raised his Soul-Devouring Blade to meet the attack.

The Molten Scale Blade and the Soul Release Blade clashed, sparks flying onto their faces. The force of this strike was more than twice that of the previous Hurricane Shadow Dart.

Two footprints sank into the stone slab beneath Fuheshen'er's feet, and he finally took a step back. The back of the Soul Release Blade hummed, and the vibration of the blade was transmitted to him through the hilt, causing his wrist to go slightly numb.

The two men clashed head-on between the broken tree trunks, exchanging more than a dozen blows. Fuheishen's back was soaked with sweat, whether from the heat or steam, it was hard to tell.

Duanmu Yan fought more and more fiercely, the orange light on the Melting Scale Blade grew brighter and brighter, and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Although Nawa's power-type fighting style was tough enough, every strike consumed energy.

Right now.

Suddenly, Duanmu Yan leaped into the air, and a massive orange-red flame blade condensed on his Melting Scale Blade, taking shape on the blade. Then, with a roar, he slashed downwards.

"Molten Flame Splitter!"

Fuheishener, unusually, put away his smile. He handed the Soul-Releasing Blade to his right hand, while simultaneously drawing the Heavenly Reversal Blade with his left. The two blades crossed, forming a cross above his head.

You Yun couldn't withstand the blow. The muscles in his arms bulged to their limit, and veins stretched from the back of his hands all the way to his shoulders.

The flaming blade and the twin swords collided with a deafening roar, sparks rained down and exploded in all directions, and heat waves rolled out along the ground, igniting the grass and leaves within a radius of two hundred meters.

As the smoke dissipated, Fuheishen stood there, a deep pit sank beneath his feet, shards of rock scattered everywhere. He had many wounds on both hands, and beads of blood seeped from the cracks, trickling down the hilt of his sword.

Fuheshchen's breathing was heavier than before, but the corners of his mouth turned up again. "That's more like it."

Duanmu Yan had already landed. He stared at Fu Heishen'er, not daring to blink. He had withstood the Molten Flame Demon Split Slash. Just where was this man's limit?

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Fuheshen looked down at his wound and put away the Heavenly Reverse Blade. "But... I'm still too inexperienced."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Heishen had already closed in. Duanmu Yan raised his Melting Scale Blade and slashed down, but it was blocked by the Soul Release Blade.

Just as he broke free, Fu Heishen's knee slammed into him. Duanmu Yan bent down to dodge, then swung his elbow at the other man's temple. Fu Heishen turned his head to avoid it, and at the same time swept his left foot out.

Duanmu Yan leaped up, flipped in mid-air, and slashed down from above with the Melting Scale Blade.

Fu Heishen turned to the side, the blade grazing his left shoulder and missing its mark, hitting the ground and scattering a row of pebbles. He immediately followed up and grabbed Duanmu Yan's wrists.

The armor made a piercing metallic creaking sound, and cracks appeared in the armor at the wrist. Duanmu Yan tried to break free, but Fuheishen'er swept his leg across his abdomen, sending him flying.

Duanmu Yan rolled twice on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

He propped himself up and knelt on one knee, using the Molten Scale Blade to support his body.

The orange-red color on the armor's surface had begun to tremble, and its energy was running low.

Fuhesh did not give chase; he looked down at his chest. A scorch mark lay horizontally below his collarbone, still smoking.

The knife had grazed him just now. He rubbed the scorch mark with his thumb, looking at the ash on his fingertip. "Interesting. Your body can hold up pretty well."

Duanmu Yan glanced down at the summoner at his waist; its energy was almost depleted.

When you're carrying a lot of energy, it consumes most of it. Nawa's power-based fighting style burns energy with every strike.

Now that both sets of armor were no longer holding up, he gritted his teeth and removed them.