At this moment of contact, reality became clear, and Rong Jinshan’s fury surged.
The opponent was not a Martial Artist at all!
Recalling his earlier cautious probing, the fear in his heart, the humble demeanor, Rong Jinshan wished he could tear this boy apart.
He must not be spared!
In the next moment, Rong Jinshan’s form changed, his hands curved into claws, his steps moved continuously, charging forward like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.
Fighting Spirit Technique, Fierce Tiger Claw!
He had only been a Martial Artist for a few dozen days and naturally hadn’t cultivated to such an advanced Combat Spirit Technique.
However, relying on a surge of Blood Qi combined with this Combat Spirit Technique, he was still quite skilled.
A group of Sub-humans nearby hurriedly dodged, afraid of being caught in the aftermath of the battle.
An attack infused with Blood Qi by a Martial Artist was something ordinary people couldn’t withstand, easily leading to collateral damage or even death.
Yu Ping and his daughter held their breaths in suspense.
Baiyu stared at the opponent, disregarding whether his Pollution Level was rising, and activated Energy Perception at this moment, revealing a clear trail of Blood Qi before him.
"The hands are just a ruse; the real killer move is in the right leg."
"The Qi Veins are only opened in both legs."
"This Rong Jinshan may seem reckless, but he conceals great subtlety beneath his roughness."
If a typical person heard this move, they would naturally focus on defending against Rong Jinshan’s upper hand attacks.
Especially as the guy shouted "Fierce Tiger Claw" out loud when making a move, as if fearing others wouldn’t know he was using claws.
Who would have thought his real killer move was in his leg?
But in front of the Scholar Secret Technique, Baiyu instantly discerned the opponent’s intentions.
At this moment, inspiration struck him, and he came up with a plan.
The Soaring Eagle Gloves had long been donned.
Baiyu ignored the Blood Qi’s consumption and boldly activated "Spiritual Technique: Local Enhancement!"
This was a Spirit Technique system reward, capable of instantly enhancing any part of the body, making it as hard as steel, turning it into a lethal weapon.
Now Baiyu naturally reinforced his index and middle fingers.
By focusing the enhancement, the smaller the enhanced area, the more terrifying the destructive power becomes.
And it was all with the Soaring Eagle Gloves on.
"Twelve Paths of the Eight Trigrams Linked Ring God-Slaying Silence Leg!"
He shouted boldly, startling everyone around him.
Rong Jinshan, even more startled, instinctively looked at Baiyu’s lower body, reflexively raising his knee to block downward.
Though this kid wasn’t a Martial Artist, he surprisingly had Mechanical Armament and weaponry specialized for Martial Artists; he might just be the son of some wealthy family.
Such people often have trump cards, capable of unleashing destructive power far beyond their rank.
Given the length and complexity of this move’s name, it certainly wasn’t simple and was highly likely a self-preservation technique.
Even though Rong Jinshan was formerly a porter and hadn’t seen Martial Artists fight, he had read many Martial Arts novels in his spare time.
Moves with such names... were typically ultimate trump cards!
He relaxed his Qi flow, intensely focusing on Baiyu’s lower body.
His right knee rose swiftly to defend in front, aiming to block this leg.
But when Baiyu charged close, Rong Jinshan’s face instantly changed.
Two gloved fingers wrapped in black energy were thrust straight at his chest.
This boy indeed mirrored his tactics, even surpassing him in cunning!
Rong Jinshan was both angry and anxious, turning his body sideways, and those two fingers directly stabbed into his left shoulder, creating a bloody gaping hole.
He staggered back two steps, blood gushing down his entire left arm.
Moreover, the Blood Qi couldn’t suppress the injury.
There was something wrong with the opponent’s gloves!
They were likely Magical Items!
At this moment, Rong Jinshan had no intention of underestimating. Even though this person’s Blood Qi was low, his equipment was nothing short of luxurious.
If he could kill him, his combat power would increase by a level.
"How did you find the taste of my Soaring Eagle Finger?"
Without giving Rong Jinshan a moment to catch his breath.
Baiyu, clad in bright red armor, charged once more, chanting, "Look at me, coward! Do you not even have the courage to face your opponent directly?!"
I’m just trying to control the injury, who the hell isn’t looking at you.
Rong Jinshan instinctively looked over, but his heart sensed something amiss.
The opponent seemed not to intend a direct attack, there was a plot!
Rong Jinshan realized he couldn’t wait any longer.
This kid’s fighting style was peculiar.
Fighting him was far removed from what he imagined a duel between Martial Artists would be.
The feeling was strange.
It was like falling completely into the opponent’s peculiar rhythm, being defeated by his rich experience.
This young appearance was simply a disguise.
He was absolutely a crafty old fox!
Rong Jinshan’s eyes steadied, staring firmly at the opponent, Blood Qi surged in his right hand, poised to counterattack.
Baiyu’s voice rang out again.
"Holy Light, grant me strength, blind the dog’s eyes!"
The Prayer Technique apprentice’s only active ability Sunlight, powerfully activated at this moment.
The entire hall was filled with dazzling light.
The light was incredibly intense!
Whether it was Yu Ping and his daughter or the Sub-humans hiding in the corners, their eyes felt as if filled with meteors, uncontrollably tearing up.
In their eyes, Baiyu became an extreme source of light, impossible to look at directly.
The light pierced through windows and doors, harshly breaking through the night sky, like fireworks exploding, the entire villa seemed to be glowing from the outside.
The most affected was Rong Jinshan, who was staring fixedly at Baiyu.
Upon hearing the sounds of battle, Charman, hurrying from the garden to the villa, halted abruptly when he saw this beam of light, filled with uncertainty.
How terrifying would a Spiritualist have to be to release light waves of this magnitude?
Though he was Rong Jinshan’s confidant, he wasn’t at the point of sacrificing his life for him.
He had no idea what level the enemy inside was.
A group of Sub-humans stumbled out, groping and scrabbling as they ran.
Led by a Fox Person and a Tiger Person.
Crying and covering their red eyes, escaping frantically, shouting as they ran.
"It’s too intense, too intense, I’m blind."
"Eye drops, quickly, I need eye drops!"
Charman’s face changed.
A Spirit Technique that affects the mind?
Causing great harm to the eyes?
A shiver ran through his heart, he looked at the hall from a distance.
Light, all was light...
Tears instantly flowed uncontrollably.
"What kind of Spiritual Technique is this, so powerful..."
Charman mopped his tears while retreating.
He couldn’t see the person radiating light, only the silhouette glowing like the Sun, impossible to look at directly.
He remembered the sunglasses at his waist, putting them on over his eyes.
The intense stabbing pain from the light eased slightly then, but only somewhat.
The true state of the hall appeared before his eyes.
Rong Jinshan was rolling on the ground, covering his eyes, wildly writhing like a twisted caterpillar.
In front of him, a young man in blood-red armor was holding a diary, repeatedly swinging it at his head.
Every hit was a headshot, the scene extremely brutal.
Charman felt a chill rising in his heart, quickly turned, and fled in dismay.
He must report this to Lord Charman!!
This person must be a High Tier member of the Church!