Then, the young man in black stopped, flicked his fingers, and several silver needles shot out, whistling through the air.
"Ah..."
Zhou Yan was startled and had no time to dodge. The silver needles pierced his body, and an unbearable itching sensation spread throughout him.
"Poison needles!"
Zhou Yan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly circulated his true energy to dispel the itching.
"Hahaha, you've been hit by the 'Bone Erosion Needles'. In at most half an incense stick's time, you'll turn into pus and never be reborn." The young man in black laughed heartily, his demeanor arrogant, showing no regard for Zhou Yan.
"Bone Erosion Needles?"
Hearing this, Zhou Yan's face turned ashen, and his body froze.
As the name suggests, the Bone Erosion Needles were tempered with a special toxin. Once in the body, they caused unbearable itching until the toxin invaded the internal organs, ultimately corroding them, causing blood to flow from all seven orifices, leading to death.
"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I'll definitely perish." Zhou Yan's eyes darted around, searching for a solution.
"Hahahaha... Zhou Yan, do you know fear now?"
The young man in black threw his head back and laughed, looking like he had victory in his grasp. He swept a mocking gaze over Zhou Yan and sneered, "I advise you to surrender quickly and avoid further suffering."
"Hmph, you want me to submit? Dream on..." Zhou Yan coldly snorted, glaring at the young man in black through gritted teeth.
"Since you are stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless." The young man in black said sinisterly.
"Hmph! You dare!" Zhou Yan roared. His imposing aura surged, and a powerful surge of blood and qi erupted, shaking the void. Faintly, a layer of light mist appeared on his body's surface.
Boom...
Zhou Yan stomped on the Eight Desolations Star Chasing Steps and pounced like a leopard. His saber danced, its cold gleam flashing, the blade whistling as it unleashed a torrent of saber energy to meet the enemy.
Bang bang bang...
As weapons clashed, Zhou Yan, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Saber, engaged in a fierce battle with the young man in black.
Saber energy crisscrossed, and fist shadows rained down. The two fought on equal footing, neither able to gain the upper hand for a time.
"This guy is so strong..."
Zhou Yan's heart trembled. His combat power was enough to rival peak Martial Apprentices, yet he couldn't defeat the young man in black. In fact, he was beginning to feel stretched thin.
"Hmph, boy, don't think that just because you've broken through to the Martial Apprentice realm, you can contend with me..." Da Feng Novel Network
The young man in black's eyes were icy, his moves sharp. His imposing aura grew stronger, and his palm seals spun, generating a gust of wind that swept out.
Bang bang bang...
The two engaged in a fierce battle, exchanging dozens of blows in an instant. Zhou Yan found it increasingly difficult to fight, gasping for breath, his injuries worsening. His entire right arm felt sore, and he couldn't muster any strength.
"I can't go on like this. If this continues, I'll eventually lose..."
Zhou Yan inwardly cried out in alarm. The young man in black's attacks were fierce and domineering, and he couldn't defend against them, soon falling into a disadvantage.
"You little bastard, die!"
Suddenly, the young man in black roared. His palm wind whistled, descending like a great mountain.
This palm strike contained immense killing intent. The palm print was incredibly powerful, seemingly capable of destroying everything.
"This is bad..."
Zhou Yan's expression changed drastically. His peripheral vision caught sight of that dark cloud. He realized he was in grave danger, and his heart sank to the abyss. He had no way out...
Swish...
In a flash, Zhou Yan fiercely slashed out with his saber. The blade was sharp, cutting through the void.
Boom...
The palm print and saber energy collided, erupting in brilliant sparks. Energy scattered, and Zhou Yan grunted, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood. He stumbled back step by step, his face pale and his lips dry.
"Heh heh, no match for me..."
The young man in black sneered. His figure moved like a phantom, closing in on Zhou Yan and unleashing a palm strike with immense power.
"Damn it..."
Zhou Yan's eyes blazed. Facing this strike, he had no choice but to meet it head-on, otherwise, he would be dead or crippled.
"Kill..."
In an instant, Zhou Yan roared, raising his saber to meet the attack. The saber hummed, its saber energy blazing like the rising sun. The saber's aura soared, tearing through the void.
"Bang!"
Fist and palm collided with a deafening sound. Zhou Yan staggered back three steps before stopping, his arm numb, the tiger's mouth split open, and blood flowed freely. His saber dropped to the ground.
In contrast, the young man in black stood his ground, not moving an inch.
"You are no match for me." The young man in black looked down from above, speaking coldly.
"You..."
Zhou Yan's face turned red, too angry to speak. He had cultivated the Nine Yang Marrow Forging Art and had rich combat experience. He could see at a glance that the young man in black's strength was only at the second stage of Martial Warrior, yet he had a firm advantage.
"You little beast, surrender obediently, and I'll spare your worthless life."
The young man in black said disdainfully, acting as if he had Zhou Yan cornered. He was calm and confident, knowing that Zhou Yan was at his limit and not worth mentioning.
"Hmph, you think you can kill me just like that? Wishful thinking!" Zhou Yan coldly snorted, his face resolute. Even though he knew he was doomed, he had no intention of surrendering.
The young man in black's face turned cold, a chilling glint flashing in his eyes. He said sternly, "Since you refuse to repent, then I shall send you to the underworld today."
"Kid, prepare to die..."
As soon as the words fell, the young man in black stepped forward and struck Zhou Yan with his palm.
"Not good!"
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's pupils constricted. He could clearly sense that the young man in black's attack was even more ferocious. The palm force was vast and filled with an imposing aura, like a royal prince driving a chariot to crush him.
Boom...
Where the palm force passed, the void trembled. The terrifying pressure spread, striking fear into the hearts of onlookers.
"Such powerful strength!"
Zhou Yan showed a wary expression. He knew full well that with his current strength, he was no match for the young man in black. One wrong move, and he would meet his end here, dying tragically on the spot.
"I'll go all out. Although my strength is far inferior to the young man in black, he can't do anything to me either."
Zhou Yan's eyes flickered, his thoughts racing. His physical body had reached its limit and couldn't contain too much true qi. Therefore, he could only resort to a trade of injuries to force the young man in black to stop.
"You little scoundrel, you're courting death!"
The young man in black's face darkened. His body flickered, his speed increasing dramatically. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Zhou Yan.
A sinister smile played on his lips, and a cruel glint flashed in his eyes. His palm wind poured out like a tide, covering Zhou Yan from all directions, intending to smash him into powder.
"Ah..."
Zhou Yan grunted, pouring all his true qi into his saber. He swung the long saber, blocking with all his might.
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal echoed, sparks flying. Violent power raged. Zhou Yan's saber almost flew out of his hand, the tiger's mouth bursting, and blood flowing freely.
"Pfft..."
Then, Zhou Yan spat out a mouthful of black blood, staggering backward, his body twitching. His chest was sunken, his bones shattered. He was clearly heavily injured.
"Heh heh, you're exhausted and no match for me." The young man in black laughed ferociously and walked step by step towards Zhou Yan, his killing intent palpable.
"It's over!"
Zhou Yan's face turned ashen, his expression dejected. The pain radiating from his body stimulated his every nerve.