Their speed was astonishing, intent on pursuing victory and hitting the target while they're down, not giving the Extreme Fist Sect any chance to breathe.

Just at this moment, a sudden change erupted.

'Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!'

Hundreds and thousands of silver blurs, glinting with cold light, carrying sharp whistles, like a torrential storm, were frenzying towards the pursuers!

Upon closer inspection, each silver blur was a short silver needle.

Due to the sheer number, it almost formed a perfect silver curtain.

Leaving no chance for those beneath the curtain to evade.

"Ah!"

Only the sound of several agonizing screams could be heard.

Elder Yu, the two elders of the Miao family, although barely using heavy swords, shields, and armor to protect the crucial areas, had their limbs pierced by the silver needles.

"Not good, there's poison!" Elder Yu and the others' faces visibly turned black.

They urgently sat down on the ground, swallowing elixirs, and used their Qi-Blood to forcibly suppress the toxins.

"Great opportunity, quickly kill them!" Zhou Bufeng was overjoyed.

But before he took two steps, he suddenly stopped.

'Clap, clap, clap!'

Crisp applause sounded immediately.

"What a great method, really a great method. Wei Youdao, Wei Youdao, this move must have been prepared for me, right."

A middle-aged man in purple attire, appeared at the scene at some unknown time, with a look of admiration, "The Thousand Mechanisms Soul-Chasing Needle, claimed as one of the strongest hidden weapons in the martial arts world that have been lost for a hundred years, I didn't expect you managed to obtain it.

If I had stepped in incautiously, I might indeed have fallen for your trick."

His appearance was stern, with thick eyebrows, a tall build, and an aura as profound as an abyss or sea.

Even if a Full Cycle Martial Artist stood beside him, they could only become a backdrop.

It was Jiang Chi, the first expert of the Heavy Sword Sect, who just broke through as a Martial Artist!

"Already broke through as a Martial Artist, yet still so cautious, it seems that the nickname Old Turtle should be given to you." Zhou Bufeng shouted angrily.

Jiang Chi had been unwilling to take action, causing the means intended to deal with him to be used early, leaving Zhou Bufeng irritated and angry.

"Scold as you please, I have always been very tolerant towards those about to die."

"To speak bluntly, the one about to die might be you." Wei Youdao coughed up blood, speaking coldly.

"Just you all? Wei Youdao, you're also an old hand in this world." Jiang Chi laughed, "The gap between a Martial Artist and a Martial Artist, do you not know how large it is?"

"What if you add me to the equation?" From inside the Extreme Fist Sect, suddenly emerged an old man with white hair, dressed in black.

His build was strong, his chest muscles pressing against his clothing, like an old lion.

With Qi-Blood soaring higher than Zhou Bufeng, revealing yet another Full Cycle Martial Artist!

"This is... the old Sect Leader!" Elder Zhang exclaimed in shock, recognizing the person's identity.

It was the previous generation's Sect Leader of the Extreme Fist Sect, even he did not know the other was still alive.

And at the moment of the sect's peril, the Extreme Fist Sect's century-old foundation gradually began to show.

The old Sect Leader, Wei Youdao, Zhou Bufeng, formed a triangle of three Full Cycle Martial Artists, surrounding Jiang Chi tightly in the center.

At this moment, the other four Full Cycle Martial Artists from the Heavy Sword Sect all were poisoned and focused on healing, unable to spare any thought elsewhere.

The trio from the Extreme Fist Sect moved in sync, their footsteps echoing the same rhythm as they surrounded Jiang Chi, continually moving.

At the same time, the powerful surging Qi-Blood seemed to connect in some mysterious way, forming a unified body.

"This is the modified Three Talents Combined Attack Technique, implemented only by those of same origin. Qi-Blood intercommunicates, endlessly, making enemies within such a formation seem entrapped in a mire.

Unless one can break the formation violently in an instant, if dragging on, exhaustion and death will be inevitable!"

On the wall of the Extreme Fist Sect, an elder wearing red and black dart uniform exclaimed in shock.

The commotion of the two sects' clash had long attracted many to watch.

Some daring experts had approached closer for a better view.

"That old Sect Leader from the Extreme Fist Sect, Qi-Blood fused as one, almost breaking through the Full Cycle's limit, could be termed a half-step Martial Artist." The speaker, none other than the Huang Family Master, had come to spectate at some unknown time.

"Jiang Chi just broke through as a Martial Artist, lacking deep accumulation, might very well capsize in this gutter!" Another noble-looking man whispered.

The entire Tai City, of those with stature, most came today.

Of course, all were watching silently.

No one dared to intervene in such a life-or-death sect extinction battle rashly.

"Good, good! If we kill Jiang Chi, the Heavy Sword Sect will be of no concern!" The Extreme Fist Sect disciples' faces all lit with hope.

The other four Full Cycle Elders from the Heavy Sword Sect, all hit by the Thousand Mechanisms Soul-Chasing Needle, were each fully suppressing the toxins.

As long as Jiang Chi was killed, the Extreme Fist Sect could immediately change offense to defense, even exterminating the Heavy Sword Sect was not impossible.

In everyone's view of the scene.

'Bang, bang, bang!'

The three great masters of the Extreme Fist Sect, each wearing pure silver Profound Iron Fists, their skin shimmering bright red, like three red light people.

Each punch resounded with a piercing sound of breaking through the air, clashing violently with the sword, sparks flying, causing pain in the eardrums.

Among them, the most eye-catching was the Sect Leader of the Extreme Fist Sect, Wei Youdao.

This emaciated old man was now exuding a powerful aura, surprisingly overshadowing the previous Sect Leader and Great Elder Zhou Bufeng, even suppressing the Martial Artist Jiang Chi on the opposite side, shocking everyone.

"Wei Youdao, this old guy, is truly able to hide and endure; we all have underestimated him." exclaimed the Patriarch of the Yuan Family.

"He should have previously tried breaking through but failed. However, in terms of strength, he is already very close to a Martial Artist." guessed another family patriarch.

Under the combined attack from three top-tier Full Cycle Martial Artists, Jiang Chi, a newly promoted Martial Artist, could only defend for a moment.

One of the greatest advantages of a Martial Artist over Martial Artists is speed.

Blood Force is True Strength cultivated, making one as light as a swallow.

But this advantage was completely negated in the close-range, narrow space under the trio's joint suppression.

Every time Jiang Chi tried to break free from the encirclement, he was forcefully hit back, unable to change position.

But a Martial Artist is still a Martial Artist.

Even though positioned within the trio's formation, Jiang Chi remained calm, his moves seamless, his defense airtight.

'Dang dang dang!'

'Bang bang bang!'

The four were entangled for a good three to four tens of breaths.

The Martial Arts Hall's dozen century-old trees were broken, several houses built of bluestone were collapsed, gravel flying, dust spreading, still with no outcome.

"Things don't look good," remarked the sixth granduncle of the Zhan Family, an expert in Great Circulation, observing the battle with his brows furrowed.

In terms of endurance, Martial Artists are far superior to Martial Artists; the longer the fight drags, the less favorable it becomes for the Extreme Fist Sect.

At this moment, light suddenly burst from Jiang Chi's body before quickly retracting, seeming to be enveloped in a faint layer of white light.

"True Strength manifesting!"

Among the onlookers, some eyes revealed envy.

Martial Artists fuse Secret Blood to birth True Strength, which has many wondrous uses.

If True Strength is spread over the body surface, its protective effect far surpasses ordinary armor.

True Strength, like a membrane of air, not only defends but also dissipates force greatly, avoiding secondary injuries.

"Hahaha, thank you. If not for you three hammering away, how would I have so quickly realized the manifesting True Strength, saving several months of work!" laughed Jiang Chi heartily.

He refined his True Strength in actual combat, treating Wei Youdao and others as a training stone!

"But, this ends here."

Jiang Chi's gaze turned cold, and a layer of white light enveloped the heavy sword in his hand at that moment.

'Hoo!'

A sword swung, the sound of slicing through the air like the wailing of a fierce ghost!

'Dang!'

Fists and sword intersected, sparks flying, sound reverberated all around.

Zhou Bufeng, the weakest among the three of the Extreme Fist Sect, his complexion changed.

Unable to restrain himself, he took a step back, creating a small indent in the white stone slab beneath his feet.

The second sword, also forced the old sect leader back.

The third sword, forced Wei Youdao back.

'Dang dang dang!'

Jiang Chi continued attacking, with his own strength simultaneously suppressing the three peak Full Cycle Martial Artists, the heavy sword forcing them to retreat again and again.

The crowd could even hear the bones on Wei Youdao and others crackling with an aching sound, under unbearable pressure.

This was caused by forces above ten thousand pounds clashing without reservation, not only enduring the enormous power of the opponent pouring in but also the counter-shock force generated after exerting their own force.

Therefore, even as peak Full Cycle Martial Artists, with their physical qualities, they could not withstand too many hits.

Yet Jiang Chi seemed leisurely as if strolling.

The white True Strength on his body continued to ripple, nullifying all powerful external forces and counter-shock forces into invisibility.

The serious Martial Artist completely suppressed the three top Martial Artists, showcasing the demeanor of a master.

'Puh!'

At a certain moment, Zhou Bufeng couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He had already retreated to a house's front, unable to retreat further, the indent at his feet deepening.

Then, with a series of 'crackling' sounds.

His numerous joints shattered, blood vessels burst, the entire person instantly turned into a blood man.

This once top expert of the Extreme Fist Sect could no longer sustain.

Half-kneeling on the ground, like a lamb on a chopping board, with no strength to resist!

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