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nLu Xuan’s Mental world gave him the feeling that he was in a very abnormal situation. In terms of volume, Lu Xuan’s Mental Strength was much greater than his, but Lu Xuan’s Mental Strength had a terrifying level of quality that was incomparable, as he was able to condense it into a Golden Dragon.

nHe had never seen such fearsome Mental Strength before. With the protection of the Golden Dragon, it meant that all kinds of Mental attacks would not be able to damage Lu Xuan.

nHe could not even begin to imagine how he cultivated this Golden Dragon.

nThe middle-aged man in the Chinese robe became fully aware that Lu Xuan’s will surpassed all fear. Cultivating the firmness of his will, he could manifest it in the world. This was an extraordinary feat, and it was as though he was no longer human, but only a heavenly deity.

nThis middle-aged man in the Chinese robe could not have known that it was due to Lu Xuan’s rebirth. In his past life, Lu Xuan was a peerless Celestial Lord, and even though his Mental Strength since his rebirth was a far cry from what he had in his past life, the quality of his Mental Strength had not deteriorated.

nThis made Lu Xuan invincible in competitions of Mental Strength with cultivators at the same level, or even when faced with those who were several levels higher.

nTo put it differently, for someone like him, who was a Mental Awakened, there was nothing he could do against Lu Xuan, as he had immunity.

nAt this point, Luo Yongnian finally came to realize that something was amiss. The ace in the hole that he was so proud of did not seem to have any effect in front of Lu Xuan.

nBefore all this, he was not 100% confident, which was why he went on the Dark Web to find two top tier masters.

nA top tier killer and a top tier Mental Awakened!

nHe was using them to target Lu Xuan’s potential weaknesses.

nNow one of them had been killed, and the other had been easily countered and basically crippled!

nThe only remaining player on his side was himself.

nEven so, Luo Yongnian did not feel a shred of fear. While he was not a 100% sure of victory, he still had unshakeable confidence in himself.

nFrom his back, he drew out a long sword. In the instant the sword was fully drawn, the air seemed to solidify.

nAn intense killing intent exploded out from his body.

n“Lu Xuan, I must admit that you are indeed a rare prodigy like few I’ve ever seen. But before me, you have no chance of winning!”

nLuo Yongnian was armed with a weapon, while Lu Xuan was fighting bare-handed. This would be his greatest advantage.

nAs the saying went, “a weapon with a long reach is stronger, and a weapon with a short reach is more dangerous!”

nFurthermore, a martial arts legend was still a human, and not actually a god. If he was struck by a sword, he could still die.

nIn that instant, Luo Yongnian’s strength was through the roof, as he pushed it to his maximum limit. In the time span of a single breath, he had rushed to the front of Lu Xuan, bringing the sword crashing down towards him in a simple move with the strength to cleave mountains.

nIt was a simple maneuver, but in the hands of Luo Yongnian, it had a miraculous strength, enough to reach the heavens.

nOrdinarily, when faced with such force, even Baodan Grandmaster would find it difficult to consider fighting back.

nIt was extremely fearsome!

nHowever, his opponent was Lu Xuan. Without even looking at him, Lu Xuan clenched his hand into a fist, sending it shooting out in a simple punch.

nClang!

nLu Xuan slammed his fist into the edge of the blade, and the force of the collision caused a loud sound to boom out, while also sending Luo Yongnian hurtling backward through the air.

nLuo Yongnian flipped over a few times in midair before landing on his feet. After he landed on the ground, he staggered backward several steps before the momentum from Lu Xuan’s punch finally dissipated.

n“How is this possible!” Luo Yongnian stared wide-eyed in utter disbelief.

nHe knew, of course, that Lu Xuan had enveloped his fist in his Shield of Vigor, making it as hard and durable as metal.

nHowever, his sword was also wrapped in a layer of Vigor, and this should have allowed his sword to slice through the opponent’s Shield of Vigor.

nThis was the awesome strength of a martial arts legend. The most the Baodan Grandmaster could do was use his Vigor in tandem with his fists, and even that was impressive for him.

nOn the other hand, martial arts legends could control the Vigor throughout their body, and even extend it onto their weapons.

nThis was something Baodan Grandmaster was incapable of doing.

nHowever, he failed to understand the difference in strength between the Vigor he cultivated with his Skill Manuals, and the condensed Vigor Lu Xuan had gained by cultivating the Taixu Origin Power.

nThey were not even on the same level.

nTrying to estimate Lu Xuan’s strength based on conventional circumstances was naturally a mistake.

nIf Luo Yongnian had studied the battle records about how Lu Xuan resisted attacks from large caliber firearms during the battle against the Ling family, he probably would not have challenged him so boldly.

nEven if one were a warrior who prided oneself on physical toughness, and cultivated oneself into a martial arts legend, one would not thoughtlessly take a bullet from a large caliber firearm. Every time the bullet hit, even if one could block it, it would expend a large amount of Vigor.

nOver time, under a hail of gunfire, only death awaited him.

nYet, Lu Xuan could do whatever he wanted, and he walked freely through the storm of bullets, indifferent to attacks from those guns.

nThis was the difference between the two of them. It was something that could not be reasonably calculated.

nLuo Yongnian felt a disruption in the flow of his Qi and blood. While the force from Lu Xuan’s punch had been dispersed, there was still some damage remaining, which affected his Qi and blood circulation, making his face flush red.

nIt almost made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

nLu Xuan did not give him a moment to recover, stepping forward and nimbly moving in front of Luo Yongnian.

nBoom!

nLu Xuan threw out another simple punch, but this time, the punch exploded with an amazing shockwave.

nLuo Yongnian guarded himself against the attack with both arms in front of him, as the blow sent him flying backward in a flash.

nHis arms had almost gone numb!

nLuo Yongnian yelled out loudly, transferring his Vigor into both arms in a desperate attempt to relieve them of the numbness.

nHowever, Lu Xuan followed up with more strong attacks. His moves flowed naturally, like clouds or water, and his attacks had a detached and carefree quality, which made them unpredictable and ever-changing. He was not limited to any martial arts style, as he was already at a level where he did not need to use any fixed set of moves.

nIn the present day, as the world was just beginning to change, duels between warriors were still decided by who had the better moves or techniques. In these aspects, Lu Xuan had already reached the pinnacle of his cultivation.

nHis arbitrary attacks were enough to force Luo Yongnian back.

nThe middle-aged man in the Chinese robe watching from the sidelines was dumbfounded. Lu Xuan was not only vastly superior to Luo Yongnian in terms of physical strength, but he also had him thoroughly beat in terms of fighting skills.

nBefore Luo Yongnian could unleash a single move, he would be interrupted by Lu Xuan. It was as though Lu Xuan’s eyes could directly process data, allowing him to easily identify all of Luo Yongnian’s weaknesses and openings.

nIt made Luo Yongnian want to vomit blood!

nIt was an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as any force he tried to exert would be interrupted midway. It was as though Lu Xuan could see exactly where he planned to direct his energy and how he wanted to attack.

nIt was a feeling that led him to despair because Lu Xuan was not winning by having a stronger physique, but he had simply dominated him completely in terms of pure technique.

nIt was the way he normally dominated his enemies.

nNow that he was on the receiving end of such a thrashing, the feeling made him want to vomit blood.

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