hard to tell that he was some kind of wealthy young master. 。Facing this young man was Shen Chenyu. The two were talking. 。Could it be the headmistress's admirer"Ye Junlang mused to himself, such a we...Ye Junlang steadied his staggering retreat, his face becoming incredibly grave.
The gray-robed old man was very powerful. The strength of the Mad Lion and Black Sword was not on the same level as his, nor even in the same league. The killing power generated by the dark energy was indeed unimaginable.
Even so, it could not break Ye Junlang's invincible belief and fervent fighting spirit.
Ye Junlang savored the characteristics of the dark energy unleashed by the grey-robed old man just now. The biggest damage was its penetrating power, but this kind of penetrating damage was different from the penetrating damage he formed with his critical strike.
The difference lies in that the penetrating damage caused by dark energy is subtle and undetectable. It kills silently, and once this dark energy enters the body, it will inflict fatal damage on all the internal organs. On the other hand, the penetrating damage caused by a critical strike is visible and can pierce through the body, like the hump-like protrusion on Ye Junlang's back caused by his critical strike.
The power of darkness is invisible and leaves no trace, but the power of a critical strike is unmatched in its ferocity.
As for who is stronger or weaker, it's really hard to say. They each have their own strengths.
Ge Tong continued walking towards Ye Junlang, the killing intent emanating from him had become razor sharp. He had completely locked onto Ye Junlang, his posture clearly treating him as prey about to be hunted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ye Junlang began to take steps forward, each step he took was as heavy as a thousand pounds, accompanied by a force that swept out from him. The dull sound of his footsteps stopped in people's ears like a drumbeat.
This was a kind of momentum. Ye Junlang wanted to use his own overwhelming strength to counter the overwhelming martial arts aura of the gray-robed old man.
"Come again!"
Ye Junlang roared, his feet slamming into the ground as he charged once more towards the gray-clad old man.
Boom! Boom!
Ye Junlang unleashed a furious barrage of punches. In the blink of an eye, his hands, both left and right, thundered out more than ten strikes. Each punch carried within it the most violent explosive force of his being, converging upon the gray-robed elder with the terrifying might of a tidal wave.
During that time, Ye Junlang's right leg swept out as well. The force of his leg was like a cannonball, swift and powerful. To put it bluntly, if a living person were to be hit by such a kick, their waist would surely be broken in two.
Faced with Ye Junlang's attack like a furious storm, even Ge Tong, who was at the Martial Venerable realm, had a slightly solemn expression. His grayish eyes suddenly shot out two sharp and cold rays of light. He stretched his body and unleashed the "Burning Wilderness Sun Fist" technique.
Ge Tong's martial arts style, when performed, was like a series of small suns exploding outwards. It was blazingly bright, with dazzling light and an unparalleled radiance. Its energy seemed to burn all corners of the world, illuminating heaven and earth.
After Ge Tong unleashed this form, it was as if an invisible circular shield had formed, spanning before him. No matter how Ye Junlang attacked with his ferocious fists and legs, like a whirlwind of fury, he couldn't shake the formation of this shield even slightly.
When Ye Junlang's frenzied offensive finally subsided, leaving him gasping for breath, Ge Tong seized the opportunity. He launched a preemptive strike, unleashing a ferocious punch that surged down like the setting sun over a vast river, aimed directly at Ye Junlang's chest.
"Roar!"
Ye Junlang roared, he gathered his full strength, and met Ge Tong's fist head-on.
Boom!
The fist attack was terrifying, unparalleled. Don't look at the ordinary appearance and average build of the gray-clothed elder, but the dark energy erupting from his fists was too frightening, like a raging tide, engulfing Ye Junlang.
Ye Junlang uttered a muffled hum, his figure involuntarily retreating under the impact of that overwhelmingly powerful dark energy.
The grey-robed elder clearly wasn't giving Ye Junlang any chance to breathe. He continued his attack, unleashing six consecutive punches, each faster and more ferocious than the last, as if all his double layers of inner strength were erupting in a terrifying display.
Ye Junlang gritted his teeth, continuously punching back as he retreated, desperately resisting the attacks of the grey-robed elder.
When the sixth punch of the gray-robed elder came crashing down, Ye Junlang's surging qi and blood within his body could no longer be suppressed. He immediately coughed up a mouthful of crimson blood and staggered back five or six steps.
Ye Junlang was panting slightly, with a trace of blood remaining at the corner of his mouth, making him look rather disheveled.
Ge Tong still seemed calm and collected, continuing to walk towards Ye Junlang. However, beneath his surface tranquility, his heart was filled with shock.
He launched a series of relentless attacks, but still failed to knock Ye Junlang to the ground. If it were any other martial arts expert at the same level, not to mention so many attacks, even a single full-force strike from him would be beyond the capabilities of most martial arts experts.
Ge Tong knew that Ye Junlang didn't cultivate ancient martial arts, but Ye Junlang's strength was comparable to that of a Wuzong realm in ancient martial arts. This meant his cultivation level was one realm higher than Ye Junlang.
Despite being at a significant disadvantage, Ye Junlang was able to withstand numerous attacks. This truly astonished him, even the most talented martial artists in the ancient martial arts world wouldn't be any better, would they
Sithu Liu Yun and Yang Rui Che, who were watching from the sidelines, finally relaxed. They watched as Ye Junlang was repelled, coughing up blood with injuries. This battle could be said to be a sure win.
"Second Young Master, this Ye Junlang is truly overreaching. I eagerly anticipate witnessing the Second Young Master personally vanquish this arrogant fool. It will surely be immensely satisfying," Yang Rui said with a smile.
Si Tu Liu Yun nodded and sneered, "This Ye Junlang really thinks he has some weight to walk sideways, but he doesn't know that in the eyes of a true ancient martial arts master, he is just an ant."
"How can fireflies compete with the brilliance of the moon Compared to the Second Young Master, he is nothing." Yang Rui said flatteringly.
Si Tu Liu Yun narrowed his eyes, he thought of Su Hong Xiu.
Thinking of Su Hongxiu's intimate attitude towards Ye Junlang that day at the Su Group, he was consumed by jealousy. However, soon, the jealousy in his heart could be transformed into the thrill of killing Ye Junlang.
Thinking of this, a hint of smug satisfaction played on the corner of his mouth.
"Your performance is truly exceeding my expectations. I'm eager to see how long you can keep it up."
The old man in gray spoke, looking at Ye Junlang with the kind of gaze a cat has when it's playing with a mouse.
Ye Junlang raised his right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said in a calm voice, "Don't worry, I will hold on until you fall."
"Even in the face of death, he is still arrogant and ignorant!"
The gray-robed elder let out a cold snort, his figure moving with a killing intent, charging towards Ye Junlang.
"Fist of Furious Fury, unleash on me!"
Ye Junlang let out a ferocious roar, his bones creaking immediately throughout his body. His muscles bulged in an instant, his eyes bloodshot red. He seemed to be in a state of wild rage and murderous intent.
Driven by boundless rage and murderous intent, he charged forward step by step, his speed increasing with every stride, his aura rising steadily until he transformed into a true Satan!
First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Networkie Zheng led the Satan Army soldiers rapidly marching towards the East Sea. Along the way, the Satan Army soldiers maintained an orderly formation, their ranks tight and movements swift, racing toward...