The higher they ascended, the fewer people there were.

With a few flashes, Lu Yuan arrived at a small platform in the middle section of the pyramid.

He was just about to continue upward when, suddenly...

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH—

The sound of sleeves tearing through the air echoed around him.

From the other three directions on the small platform, three figures shot up almost simultaneously.

One was a young man clad in a thick black protective suit, brandishing a vibrant red long knife, his expression sinister, his face filled with bloodlust.

Another was a burly figure, his muscles gnarled like old tree roots, veins bulging beneath his bald head, his strength almost grotesque.

And the third was a middle-aged man in a white shirt and black trousers, slightly balding, resembling a retired official.

He held a thermos steeped full of goji berries in one hand.

His other hand hung loosely at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips.

"Young man... you're quite impatient, aren't you?"

The balding middle-aged man picked up his bloodstained hand, nonchalantly unscrewed the thermos lid, and took a sip of tea.

He regarded Lu Yuan with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, the corners of his eyes glinting with coldness and cruelty.

The trio instantly directed their hostility toward him.

Lu Yuan swept his gaze over them, his calm expression unwavering.

He turned to continue his ascent.

"Kill!"

A keen edge slashed through the air, grazing Lu Yuan's shoulder and striking the steps before him.

The hard stone steps were sliced cleanly, like tofu, large chunks falling away silently.

The young man in the protective suit, red long knife in hand, stood above Lu Yuan, looking down at him coldly.

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He reached out, palm aiming for the young man.

The latter didn't even look, swinging the blade directly at Lu Yuan.

Empowered by Vigor, the red long knife emanated a faint crimson glow, as if saturated with blood.

The potent, sharp aura erupting from the blade was enough to make Lu Yuan, even with his Amitabha Gold Coat activated, feel a faint stinging on his skin.

He instantly shifted from a palm strike to a grab, unleashing the Crane Sect's Sure-kill Lv2, Mistakenly Picked Immortal Orchid, augmented by the intangible Spirit Crane True Intention...

CLANG, CLANG, CLINK, CLINK—

Lu Yuan's slender fingers rapped a series of crisp, melodic sounds against the long knife's blade. Seizing the moment while the young man was stunned by the True Intention, Lu Yuan quickly landed two more palm strikes on him.

Then...

BANG! BANG!

The young man staggered back two heavy steps, his feet gouging two deep hollows into the stone.

He quickly steadied himself, shook his head, and seemed completely unharmed. His red long knife was also undamaged, still radiating a fierce light.

Hmm?! Lu Yuan frowned slightly, suddenly recalling the red airdrop crates from before.

"Haha, young man..." the balding middle-aged man with the thermos chuckled from behind Lu Yuan. "He's wearing an A-class protective suit, and his weapon is forged from Rainbow Steel.

You think you can break his knife and kill him? That's far too... huh?!!"

The balding middle-aged man hadn't finished speaking when Lu Yuan suddenly flashed before the brutal youth.

His fingers were still splayed in a claw, and he thrust it out viciously.

This time, however, the muscles in his arm visibly tensed, and the blood-red lotus eyes on his back seemed to faintly open.

An indescribable, terrifying power erupted from Lu Yuan's fingertips, compressing the air until it crackled with a series of tiny explosions.

He made a grasping motion at the red long knife, and with a twist of his fingers...

CREAK, CREAK—

The incredibly sharp red long knife was forcibly twisted by his grip into something resembling a piece of fried dough.

Then, with a backhand, he slammed his palm heavily into the brutal youth's chest.

CRACK!

The thick protective suit he wore instantly disintegrated, and the brutal youth's chest caved in visibly. His eyes bulged, and without a sound, he was sent flying.

CLANG—

Lu Yuan casually tossed the hideously twisted Rainbow Steel long knife to the ground. He brushed off the A-grade protective suit fragments clinging to his fingers and looked calmly at the balding middle-aged man. "What were you saying?"

"Uh... uh..."

The balding middle-aged man stared at Lu Yuan, dumbfounded, his throat feeling as if it were clogged with goji berries. He stammered for a long moment, unable to utter a word.

Finally, he yelled, "Together! Take him down first!"

ROAR!

The burly, bald man waiting nearby roared and lunged at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanged, and threw a punch.

Sure-kill! Lv2, Crane Shadow Floating in the Air!

Although the Crane Sect's legacy wasn't particularly strong, this Crane Shadow Floating in the Air was still his most powerful explosive Sure-kill technique at his current stage!

BOOM!

The Lv2 Crane Shadow Floating in the Air, augmented by True Intention, collided violently with the burly, bald man's fist.

Where their fists met, a visible shockwave rippled outward, accompanied by an incredibly deep, suppressed boom. The sound even caused the balding middle-aged man holding the thermos some distance away to falter, his face contorting in discomfort.

Lu Yuan's figure swayed slightly, his expression impassive.

The burly, bald man, however, stumbled back two steps before stopping, panting heavily.

Hmm?! Lu Yuan looked at the burly, bald man, who had somehow remained standing, a hint of surprise on his face.

His previous punch had merely combined True Intention with the Sure-kill; he hadn't unleashed his maximum power.

But the instantaneous Fist Strength generated was likely around thirty to forty tons.

An ordinary person struck by such a blow would probably have been blasted apart. How could this burly, bald man withstand it?

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