58: Chapter 58 Come on, let's have a proper battle!

Too ruthless! Too ruthless!!

What kind of decent person uses nunchucks with barbs attached? And with that thickness, these are clearly nunchuck-maces...

"Enough!!!"

Chen Yuhao spread the wings on his back and slammed his fist into the ground, kicking up a massive gale of astral wind.

"Not enough!"

Yang Bai kicked Chen Yuhao in the chest. The latter stood rooted to the spot without moving an inch, extending his dragon claws to grab at Yang Bai.

Yang Bai didn't expect this strike to deal any damage; he needed to borrow the momentum to retreat quickly.

Boom!

Yang Bai exerted force with his feet, retreating ten meters away like a shot.

In mid-air, Yang Bai's eyes were fixed on Chen Yuhao, memorizing every detail of his body. Simultaneously, the two nunchucks in his hands fused together, quickly transforming into a long spear.

The moment Yang Bai's toes touched the ground, his body twisted violently. Using his toes to prop himself up at an exaggerated angle, he used the momentum to thrust the spearhead forward.

"The Turning Horse Spear!!!"

The ten-meter spear pierced through the air, stabbing straight into the unhealed muscle on Chen Yuhao's chest.

During this process, Yang Bai hadn't even looked at Chen Yuhao. Only when the spear struck did Yang Bai's soles touch the ground and his body fully turn around.

This was the spear arriving before the person.

Chen Yuhao was pinned in place by the great spear. Looking at the spearhead deep in his flesh, the veins on his forehead bulged. He felt pain, but he also felt a massive sense of humiliation.

Yang Bai didn't give him time for self-reflection. A mass of deep green spiritual energy emerged from his palm, and he slammed it against the butt of the spear.

The deep green spiritual energy traveled rapidly along the spear to the tip.

"Boom boom boom!!!"

The spearhead exploded.

"Aaaaahhhh—"

Half of Chen Yuhao's chest was blown open. Countless wooden splinters embedded themselves into Chen Yuhao's flesh; the scene was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Even more bizarrely, those shattered wooden splinters seemed to have a life of their own, burrowing toward Chen Yuhao's internal organs like maggots.

"Hahahaha~~~"

Chen Yuhao panted heavily, clutching his chest with a flushed face. He finally understood the meaning behind Yang Bai's initial mockery—it was a blatant taunt that he had no brains.

There was no way to fight; in close quarters, there was simply no contest.

Yang Bai's combat experience could no longer be described as powerful; he was a monster.

Chen Yuhao even saw four figures overlapping on Yang Bai: a martial artist, a mage, and an assassin.

And one more swordsman who exuded an immense sense of pressure but held his sword without striking.

That's right, during the preparation period, Yang Bai had used [Red Dust Samsara] on Ying Sha.

The lifelong killing techniques of a professional Yanyu Pavilion assassin, combined with the martial legacy of the Northern King of the Great Zhou Dynasty—these two things had fused into something even more terrifying.

Chen Yuhao stopped holding back. A massive amount of destructive magic power gathered, and a giant black fireball appeared in his mouth.

Since he couldn't win in close combat, he would use the Destruction Dragon Breath that could incinerate all things to kill his opponent directly.

Seeing this, Yang Bai tossed the wooden stick aside, held his breath, and quickly calmed down.

"Don't be nervous. Carefully recall the countermeasures. Destruction Dragon Breath, the ultimate destructive energy."

"To resist it, I must use the same level of power to counter it."

"Yang Bai, you've tried this many times. In this actual combat, you can pull it off."

The voice in Yang Bai's heart flashed by as his mind became completely immersed.

He extended both palms. Two streams of spiritual energy—fiery red and watery blue—erupted from him, converging in his palms.

"The intensity of fire, the softness of water, the union of Yin and Yang, the incompatibility of water and fire, life and death intertwined..."

Under his realization, the red and blue spiritual energies gradually converged and were compressed into a sphere.

Yang Bai gritted his teeth and slowly brought his palms together. The red and blue light spheres collided, releasing immense energy.

"The fusion of the two is the path of death, and from death, life is endless..."

The red and blue light spheres were forcibly pressed together by Yang Bai. Due to the repulsion between water and fire, the two spheres spun rapidly, forming a red and blue Yin-Yang Taiji diagram.

"Destruction Dragon Breath, turn to ashes for me!!!"

Chen Yuhao opened his mouth wide and shot out a vast expanse of black flames. The extreme heat directly melted the ground.

"Self-created Daoist Art—Water-Fire Dual Polarities Technique!!!"

Yang Bai pushed forward with both hands. The red and blue Taiji sphere erupted with massive energy. A hurricane mixed with high-temperature steam flew from his hands, clashing directly with the Destruction Dragon Breath.

The black flames and the white high-temperature steam collided, neither yielding an inch.

"What's going on?!" Chen Yuhao's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his Destructive Dragon Flames were actually being blocked by a burst of steam.

Seeing his self-created Daoist art successfully block Chen Yuhao's strongest dragon breath, Yang Bai burst into happy laughter:

"Hahahaha, it actually works! As expected of a move I came up with after drinking ten pounds of Dao Enlightenment Tea."

"The power erupted from the forced fusion of water and fire can also be considered a power of destruction."

As the saying goes, in a beam struggle, the one on the left wins—but that's only because they haven't met Yang Bai.

Yang Bai was too lazy to compete in a beam struggle. Since the high-temperature steam was stalling the opponent, he might as well launch a damn sneak attack.

Although Chen Yuhao was being beaten miserably, it didn't change the fact that he was a peak Level 9 deity, while Yang Bai was just a novice Level 6 deity.

The amount of magic power in Chen Yuhao's body was several levels higher than Yang Bai's spiritual energy.

Yang Bai stomped his feet, injecting a massive amount of earth and wood spiritual energy into the ground. In the next second, two giant square boulders rose from the ground, smashing toward Chen Yuhao from both sides.

"Mere clumps of dirt, and you want to hit me!"

Chen Yuhao sneered. To him, these small stones were like biscuits; he could shatter a whole field of them with one hand.

No matter how many came, it was useless.

Chen Yuhao punched a square boulder, and then... then nothing happened.

Chen Yuhao stared wide-eyed at the almost undamaged boulder, falling into self-doubt.

Boom boom!

The square boulders slammed hard into Chen Yuhao. He propped his arms against them while simultaneously increasing the magic power output from his mouth.

Chen Yuhao's two punches had actually done something; at the very least, he had knocked off the outer stone layer of the boulders, revealing the internal structure.

Inside the square boulders, thick wooden bars were embedded—dark in color and as hard as steel.

"Human wisdom is truly terrifying. You can shatter ordinary boulders, but how will you shatter high-strength reinforced concrete with HRB500 pressure-resistant rebar?"

Yang Bai sneered, while also increasing his spiritual energy output by twenty percent.

Chen Yuhao began to curse loudly, "Yang Bai, damn you! You're using sneak attacks, you can't play fair! You even put fucking rebar in the rocks!!!"

Chen Yuhao's face turned red with anger. Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, he used the monstrous strength of the dragon race to forcibly push the two square boulders away.

Rumble rumble!

The sound of rolling boulders echoed, but it seemed like something was stuck on the square boulders, causing Chen Yuhao's arms to stall.

Then, Chen Yuhao saw what looked like a foot pedal beneath Yang Bai's feet.

Every time Yang Bai stepped on the pedal, the square boulders would retract inward. Chen Yuhao could no longer withstand this immense force.

Soon, an inconceivable thought appeared in Chen Yuhao's mind.

From a third-person perspective, a giant stone clamp was caught on the two square boulders, with a water channel below connecting to Yang Bai's pedal.

"That's right, it's a fucking hydraulic press!!!" Yang Bai accelerated his pedaling speed.