“Zhou Tian, wait a minute!”

Seeing Zhou Tian rushing towards him, Shen Wei suddenly stopped him with a serious expression and an outstretched right hand.

To his surprise, Zhou Tian stopped quite cooperatively, probably because he thought Shen Wei was already a fish on the chopping block, ready for him to slaughter.

“What do you want now? The sooner you die, the sooner you reincarnate. Stop dawdling…”

Zhou Tian said impatiently.

“Zhou Tian, we're all civilized people. How about we change this martial battle into a literary one? Singing, dancing, rap, poetry recitation, anything you want!”

Shen Wei said earnestly.

“Damn it, stop wasting time. It's useless. I'm telling you, the ending is already decided…”

With that, Zhou Tian charged forward again, this time with the small black bell in his hand.

“Kid, be careful. That small black bell is strange. It seems to absorb and reflect damage…”

The Evil God Right Hand noticed Zhou Tian's abnormality and quickly warned Shen Wei.

“Got it!”

Zhou Tian's blade was as fast as lightning, each move fierce and swift. Shen Wei's strength and speed were slightly inferior, but he seemed to be able to foresee the future, predicting Zhou Tian's every move and blocking them one by one.

Although Shen Wei's arms were numb and his wrists were shaking slightly, he didn't give up verbally.

“Zhou Tian, being too fast isn't a good thing for a man. I suggest you go see a gynecologist. I suspect you have postpartum depression…”

“You're just putting on a brave face. When I chop off your head, I hope you can still be so glib…”

At this moment, Zhou Tian's body was slightly bent, his back foot pushing off the ground, assuming the rider stance of a drawing sword technique again.

The moment Zhou Tian adopted the stance, Shen Wei hurriedly called out to his Evil God Right Hand in his mind.

“Damn it, Right, it looks like he's about to use his ultimate move. Do you have any ultimate moves? Use one quickly, or I might be done for…”

Shen Wei said to his Evil God Right Hand.

“I deducted too little of your lifespan earlier, violating the rules, and now I'm suffering the backlash. I can't act for a certain amount of time, so it's up to you now. I'll deduce the flaws in his moves for you…”

The Evil God Right Hand said helplessly in Shen Wei's mind.

“You're kidding me, Right? You're failing me at such a crucial moment…”

“Stop talking nonsense. Concentrate, remember the blade I used before, Drawing Sword Strike: Flowing Light. Use every muscle in your body efficiently and unleash your strongest strike. Focus! He's attacking…”

“His flaw is when he pushes off the ground, leaps into the air, and wields his blade. You must be faster than him to win in the clash, to survive. Unleash your potential in the face of life and death. I believe you can do it…”

After drinking the Evil God Right Hand's soul-soothing chicken soup, Shen Wei suddenly felt like he could do it again!

Shen Wei took a deep breath and emptied his mind. Mimicking Zhou Tian's drawing sword technique stance, he exerted force and drew his blade almost simultaneously.

Zhou Tian pushed off the ground, borrowing strength like a dragon soaring through the sky, fleeting in a flash.

“Flying Heaven Two Sword Style Secret Technique, Heavenly Soaring Dragon Flash…”

“Drawing Sword Strike: Flowing Light”

Shen Wei was slightly slower than Zhou Tian, but his blade arrived first, striking Zhou Tian's chest and abdomen from below.

Zhou Tian, on the other hand, was slashing down at Shen Wei from above, as if they were betting on courage in a desperate, all-out attack.

“Die!”

Zhou Tian roared, his face twisted in ferocity.

“You're the one who's going to die…”

Shen Wei roared back, equally unwilling to be outdone.

But things soon took an unexpected turn. Zhou Tian's dragon-like blade was blocked by an opened umbrella.

It turned out that after Shen Wei unleashed his blade with his left hand, his right hand opened the Yin-Yang Umbrella with lightning speed, blocking it above his head.

Zhou Tian's bright blade flashed, and its violent power exploded, but it was all absorbed by the umbrella's surface.

Yin-Yang Umbrella

Active Skill 1: Charge Counterattack.

Opening the umbrella can absorb an attack from a being below the level of a Pseudo-God. When closed, the absorbed energy can be released!

Shen Wei's Drawing Sword Strike: Flowing Light was the same. When the long blade struck Zhou Tian's body, it felt as if it had struck an unshakeable piece of steel. His arms went numb, but he couldn't hurt him at all.

Almost at the same time, the Evil God Right Hand closed the umbrella, and a violent blade of light flew out like a flash of lightning, slashing towards Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian squeezed the small black bell in his hand, and a flash of lightning-fast blade light also slashed towards Shen Wei.

The two bright blades of light collided, causing a violent explosion. The surrounding walls were also slashed with grooves by the blade energy.

In the end, the blade released by the Yin-Yang Umbrella from Zhou Tian's attack gained the upper hand. After the attack unleashed by the black bell was shattered, the remaining force of the blade continued to fly towards Zhou Tian.

Zhou Tian was thrown back a long distance by this strike, looking disheveled.

He scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, like a beast about to devour someone.

“Damn it, you don't have any martial ethics, you're cheating…”

“Damn it, you don't have any martial ethics, you're cheating…”

Zhou Tian and Shen Wei cursed at each other in unison.

“Let me be fair, the two of you have a combined 800 schemes. One uses the black bell in his hand to absorb attacks, and the other uses the Yin-Yang Umbrella to absorb attacks. You both clearly have the same idea, to use the absorbed attacks to attack the other person for a finishing blow. It's just that you didn't expect your ideas to be so aligned. Is this the legendary telepathy? Why don't you two form a CP, and I'll root for you…”

The Evil God Right Hand said mischievously.

“Who wants to form a CP with this idiot?”

“Who wants to form a CP with this idiot?”

The two spoke at the same time again, cursing each other.

At this moment, Zhou Tian was furious, completely blinded by rage. He adopted the starting stance of the drawing sword technique, preparing to deliver another strike and completely finish off Shen Wei.

But he had clearly underestimated Shen Wei's determination. Seeing that his ultimate move was useless, Shen Wei turned and ran, disappearing down to the fourth floor in the blink of an eye.

“A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. I'll take my leave first…”

Looking at Shen Wei disappearing before his eyes, Zhou Tian was momentarily at a loss.

“What happened to your grand words just now? Didn't you say you were going to fight me to the death? So you were just joking!”

Completely enraged, Zhou Tian chased Shen Wei downstairs.

It should be said that Shen Wei couldn't beat Zhou Tian in a fight, but Zhou Tian was far inferior when it came to running away.

What's more, there was also the Evil God Right Hand's mental attacks. He occasionally pointed his middle finger at Zhou Tian, who was chasing behind him, and greeted his ancestors for eighteen generations with a high concentration of maternal insults.

This made Zhou Tian so angry that he began to doubt his life, and he threw the sword in his hand. Fortunately, Shen Wei dodged it, but he was left with a hideous wound that was constantly bleeding.