Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

In facing a powerful enemy like 'Black Robe,' he had to play all his cards and completely drain every ounce of his strength—only then could he increase his chances of victory.

At this moment, his complexion was icy, his body beast-like.

Although his body felt like a scorching volcano about to erupt, his mind was clear.

He was waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity to arise.

"Hundred Steps Divine Fist!"

Yi Chen roared, his entire body trailing a deep purple flame as he dashed rapidly towards Black Robe.

The intense heat of the deep purple Pure Yang Inner Qi even scorched the ground along the way slightly black.

In an instant, he arrived in front of Black Robe, and with great momentum, executed a direct side kick. With deep purple flames on his leg assaulting his opponent, the flames suddenly surged as he neared Black Robe, rolling towards him.

Is it reasonable to use kicks instead of fists for the Hundred Steps Divine Fist? It is reasonable.

After all, in both length and strength, legs are superior to fists.

At this time, surprise appeared on Black Robe's face for the first time, and he chuckled,

"Worthy of being the disciple I've set my eyes on, always coming up with new tricks."

"Now let me teach you what real combat is!"

As soon as Black Robe's voice fell, three major spells descended instantly, three circles of golden light enveloping him.

"Imperial Edict: Divine Power"

"Imperial Edict: Fortitude"

"Imperial Edict: Vajra"

He gently moved his arms to meet Yi Chen's kick and shouted,

"Disciple, brute strength alone cannot lead to the Great Dao."

"You have chosen the wrong path."

"Turn back, and you shall find the shore!"

Boom!

In an instant, their fists and legs collided fiercely.

At the moment of contact, Black Robe's face paled.

A force far beyond what he had imagined struck him.

He had been careless, not dodging, choosing to withstand Yi Chen's offensive directly, wanting to defeat him in the area in which Yi Chen took the most pride, to utterly crush his confidence.

But he hadn't expected Yi Chen to give him quite a shock first, sending him flying back.

"Imperial Edict: Stasis"

Another golden light was bestowed upon himself, and Black Robe finally managed to steady his figure without making a fool of himself.

This time, he wore a thoughtful expression.

"Pure Yang Scorches the Void, the Gigantic Strength of the Dragon Elephant"

"Creating Solar Flare from the flesh, are you a naturally born treasure body, my disciple?"

"Is it the body of the Dragon Tiger Dao or the Underworld Divine Body? No, it doesn't seem like it, could it be some kind of constitution that I am unaware of?"

"Haha, disciple, with such aptitude, you should indeed join my sect even more!"

"If you also cultivate my Word Spirit Secret Technique and push your treasure body to its peak, where in this world can't you go?"

"Even if you encounter a True Monarch who has pushed their cultivation to the pinnacle of refining the divine and retroverting to the void, who is on the path of enlightenment, you might not be unable to withstand a few moves."

Black Robe clapped and laughed heartily.

"You're talking nonsense, what kind of so-called treasure body? I've never even heard of it."

"My strength, it all comes from my own hard work!"

Yi Chen immediately refuted with a sharp voice upon hearing this.

His strength was all hard-earned; what did it have to do with any treasure body?

Frying fish till his scalp tingled day after day, yet now that his physique had reached its current level, even such frying could hardly provide any enhancement.

Next, he almost wanted to stew himself in an iron pot.

Wasn't this his own effort?

Who has witnessed deep-water bombing in the Falling Dragon Pool at three or five in the morning?

Not wasting words with Black Robe, he once again mustered the deep purple Pure Yang Inner Qi inside his body and charged at Black Robe once more — this time, he was genuinely throwing punches.

Black Robe's expression became serious, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

"Imperial Edict: Divine Power"

"Imperial Edict: Shockwave"

"Imperial Edict: Confinement"

In an instant, an incomparable pressure descended upon Yi Chen, as if a mountain was weighing down on his back.

This time, he did not score any success, but instead, the counterattack from Black Robe sent him stumbling backward several steps.

At this moment, he was like carrying the abyss on his back.

An endless pressure seemed bent on crushing him.

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Yi Chen's muscles were trembling all over.

Pinprick-sized bleeding spots began to appear on his body, secreting tiny droplets of blood.

No sooner did the blood droplets emerge than they merged into the scorching Pure Yang Inner Qi.

With this addition, it was like pouring fierce oil into the fire; the deep purple Pure Yang Inner Qi picked up speed again.

As the blood droplets emerged, a faint green color began to appear in the originally deep purple, and at its peak, yet another shade impossible to deepen.

At this moment, the effect of the Soul Ignition Technique had reached its zenith as well.

Leveraging the indiscriminate burning, Yi Chen was able to catch a glimpse of the way ahead, the direction of the eighth level of the True Pure Yang Skill.

True Pure Yang Skill Level Eight: The Purple Reaches to Green.

This appearance of faint green Inner Qi was like a signal, sweeping around his body.

Yi Chen seemed to hear a sound like glass shattering in his ears, and the invisible pressure that had been restraining him instantly vanished, burned to nothingness.

His spine straightened once more like a javelin.

Yi Chen himself had not anticipated that under the pressure of life and death, his indiscriminate burning would grant him a brief glimpse into the path ahead.

His face showed excitement as he once again swept towards Black Robe.

"Come again!"

"Fight"

"Fight"

"Fight me to death!"

At this moment, the robed figure's expression changed again.

"Damn it, if not for this body being so useless and unable to fully display the strength my split soul should have, how could the binding have failed?"

A hint of thin anger flashed across his face, and he exclaimed in rage:

"If you seek death yourself, don't blame your master for being heartless!"

"Decree·Divine Power"

"Decree·Fortitude"

"Decree·Vajra"

"Decree·Shockwave"

Four golden lights descended instantly upon him.

Boom!

This time, as the two fists made contact,

A visible ripple of shockwave dispersed from their fists' center in all directions.

Abbess Shuiyue and the others who were immobilized around them lost their hearing instantly; several of them fainted outright.

The dust and grass were swept up by the cyclones generated by their clash and swirled into the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora, Ora.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged countless blows.

Yi Chen was covered in blood, his body enveloped in a thick mist of blood steam, which, as soon as it appeared, was slowly absorbed into the light cyan Pure Yang Inner Qi to be burned as nourishment.

Every punch was a gamble with his life; every moment was like tightrope walking.

Yi Chen's will crystalized in the crucible of life and death, like raw iron shedding impurities under relentless hammering.

Reborn anew.

His breath had grown weak, but his eyes were brighter than ever.

His muscles had been pushed beyond their limits; he was now fighting solely on willpower, continually throwing punches against the 'robed figure'.

His fists were covered in scars, deep enough to expose the bone.

This was the damage taken in his life-and-death struggle against the robed figure.

The calloused skin gone, the flesh peeled away; all that was left were bones that would clash next.

He couldn't hold on any longer.

Was he going to die?

From afar, the sound of rushing water came from a crevice in the ground, and a jade box was rolled up from it, along with some dark river catfish that lived in the underground streams.

However, by then, Yi Chen and the 'robed figure' could no longer afford to pay any attention to it.

Both were struggling desperately.

There is a limit to human strength.

And to willpower as well.

The real world is not like Naruto from his previous life where willpower decides everything; when one can't hold on, they simply can't.

Soon.

It would be the limit soon.

He truly couldn't hold on any longer.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that light had been continuously pouring into Yi Chen's body during the fight to supplement his exhaustion, he probably would have collapsed long before now.

After their final collision, the robed figure and Yi Chen stood facing each other.

The robed figure stopped moving, cracks spread across his body like a spiderweb.

Like a bowl with a network of cracked glass.

Yi Chen's lips were pale; three-tenths of the blood qi steaming around his body had burned away, leaving him feeling faint and severely anemic.

However, he still had the strength for one more punch.

He had won.

He had been waiting for this moment.

"Disciple, this is the result you were waiting for, isn't it?"

"You've been plotting from the start, waiting for this moment," the robed figure suddenly said, a smile unexpectedly appearing on his face.

"You never intended to defeat me head-on; you wanted to drag me into a war of attrition, all offense, no defense, to wear out this body."

Yi Chen was silent for a moment before answering, "Yes."

"Senior, although it's only a split soul that has entered the body, your realm and wisdom are far above mine."

"Your combat skills and control of the battle far exceed mine."

"I am full of rash courage, with no chance of winning."

"But Senior's weakness was also very clear. I did not believe that with this fishy shrimp body you've seized, you could perfectly display your might."

"As long as I kept attacking without defense, even at the cost of one punch for your two, I did not believe that the shell hosting your split soul could hold up."

"But I didn't expect you, Senior, to hold up so well..."

"Truly... vigorous in old age."

"I almost lost."

"Heh, don't be modest now, winning is winning, losing is losing, this old man doesn't mind losing."

By then, Yi Chen's Taoist robe was in tatters, looking like beggar's rags.

Just at that moment, the robed figure's gaze became sharp, his eyes fixing intensely on a red mark on the bare skin of Yi Chen's chest.

"Damn, it's Yin Manor's mark."

"Disciple, when were you targeted by Yin Manor..."

All of a sudden, the voice of the robed figure stopped abruptly; his body could no longer bear the strain. Like a shattered glass bowl, it collapsed along its cracks, falling into a pile of mangled flesh.

The robed figure cracked open.

"Senior, Senior, say something,"

"What's with Yin Manor?"

Yi Chen squatted before the pile of decaying flesh, his scalp tingling at the sight.

No one just cracks open while mid-sentence.

Just then, Yi Chen caught a glimpse in the corner of his eye of a white-robed female ghost, who had been shivering and hiding to one side, rushing towards the unconscious Abbess Shuiyue and others on the ground.

It seemed the robed figure had previously cast a spell to immobilize their bodies and mana, not allowing the white-robed spirit to kill Abbess Shuiyue and her company without orders. Now, seeing that even the robed figure's split soul had disintegrated, the spirit acted on impulse, intending to take the group as hostages.

Upon seeing this, Yi Chen became furiously enraged. His left fist clenched, his figure burst into motion, leaving a trail of afterimages as he lunged toward the white-robed spirit.

"Damn it, I couldn't beat the robed big shot, but I can't beat you?"

"Die, for all that's holy!"

With the last of his strength, Yi Chen mustered all the power he had left and threw the mightiest punch he could manage at the moment.

A thick arm emerged from the front of the white-robed ghost's chest, pale cyan Pure Yang Inner Qi rolling up along the arm, causing the spirit of the white-robed ghost to grow dim like a faded photograph, before finally vanishing completely.

A pair of red scissors fell to the ground.