Chapter 662: Chapter 395: Levels are Meaningless_3
Under the impact of the flames, Yan Xiaobao merely scraped his neck, drawing a trace of blood. Yet, although the Saint was focused solely on extinguishing the flames, his intuition was incredible. His body instinctively avoided the danger. Yan Xiaobao glanced at him, observing the Saint who was staring back. With one hand, the Saint slowly traced the fine cut on his neck, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Although he had withdrawn, the knife still managed to graze him slightly. It seemed he finally understood—the young man before him was indeed a threat. A man who could heal every injury he suffered, and someone with class-repelling power. This person could forcibly raise his rank from King to Saint by wielding martial power and Fog Energy, while simultaneously using a dagger to render heaven’s skills irrelevant. He undoubtedly posed a massive threat to humanity. Even without his insights into warfare, his strength alone was enough to be considered an immense danger—so much so that he must die at any cost.
When the Saint realized his diagonal slash at Yan Xiaobao’s neck had failed and knew he would be crushed by the hammer if he lingered further, he immediately retreated. Although Yan Xiaobao should have been significantly weaker than the expert before him, this silver-haired young man truly gave the towering Saint a run for his money. This youth had managed to injure him—not once, but twice—and even successfully evaded attacks from a much stronger expert.
Facing each other, neither paid attention to the rest of the battle around them. They knew perfectly well that if they didn’t focus exclusively on one another, they might find themselves becoming an unexpected casualty. Swinging his hammer again, the towering Saint charged at Yan Xiaobao, his expression revealing the emotions hidden deep within. It was evident that due to his own negligence, Yan Xiaobao had managed to survive this far; with full concentration, dealing with this young and seemingly fragile man would take almost no time at all.
Yan Xiaobao had to admit the towering figure before him was formidable. Although he had been pushed to his limit and had to rely on all his power—including abilities he had learned from his past life—he was still clearly at a disadvantage in combat. As he stored the black blood in a storage stone, he sighed and unleashed a stream of blue energy from his body. Observing this, the man in front of him narrowed his eyes. Yan Xiaobao had already used Red Fog Energy, which belonged to Divine Beasts, and even Wu Wei. Wu Wei, connecting human cultivators and Divine Beasts, was something rare indeed. But now, emerging from the young warrior’s grasp, was an energy unlike anything the Saint had ever seen or even heard of before. The towering Saint stayed alert, closely examining the behavior of this blue energy.
For now, the energy merely spiraled around Yan Xiaobao’s body without any discernible effect. "That damn Wolf Head better come through with some overwhelming power. While it performed well in previous fights, it’s still far from enough to defeat this towering idiot," Yan Xiaobao muttered to himself as he extended the blue energy’s length around his body. Gradually, a sense of tranquility overtook him, enabling him to calmly analyze everything happening without succumbing to fear. The blue cloud soothed his thoughts, allowing him to observe his surroundings with utmost clarity.
"Alright, this is it," he murmured, saluting the Velocity Flow as quickly as he could. Covered in lightning, he launched himself toward the towering Saint, fully aware he was destined to be struck by the hammer in one place or another. Although the green pearl agreed to heal him, the pain from such a strike—or the potential tearing of his limbs—was all too real. Still, so long as the green pearl could mend him, Yan Xiaobao willingly embraced any suffering.
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