Within an instant, his hands were rendered useless.
The middle-aged strong man was covered in a cold sweat from the pain, his heart gripped by extreme fear.
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Even now, he still did not know exactly what had severely injured him.
The little white paw seemed adorable, but its lethality was incredibly terrifying.
Whether it was steel or his body, tempered and refined through countless ordeals, neither could offer the slightest resistance; both were sliced as easily as cutting through tofu.
The most terrifying aspect was that to this day, he still had not seen how this mysterious creature had appeared.
Its ghostly and unpredictable emergence made it impossible for him to catch even a glimpse of it.
Even if he thought to counterattack, he could not find any opportunity.
How could he possibly fight ?
Could this be the Protector sent by the Mysterious Land to challenge their family's disciple, a ghost-like and fearsome creature?
The middle-aged strong man's heart turned ice-cold.
Beside him, Ma Gu saw the middle-aged strong man's hands become utterly useless in the blink of an eye.
He was so shocked he almost couldn't believe his own eyes.
What kind of creature could it be that it could even inflict instant severe injury on a Martial Artist of the Internal Organ Realm!
What further astonished Ma Gu was what the middle-aged strong man said next,
"Young friend, just now I was offensive. I wonder if you might spare me this once?"
Feeling the chill linger in his heart, the middle-aged strong man did not dare to be negligent.
He could tell that this mysterious and terrifying creature seemed to be following Lu Qing's command and quickly begged for mercy.
His hands were already ruined, and if the strange creature attacked again, he would have no means to defend himself.
Facing the man's pleas, Lu Qing offered no response.
Only a hint of mockery appeared in his eyes.
Indeed, so-called strong warriors of the Internal Organ Realm are no different from ordinary people.
When their strength is paramount, they bully and terrorize with impunity.
But when their own lives are threatened, they kneel and beg for mercy, revealing their true nature.
If Little Li weren't here today, it's likely both he and Ma Gu would be tortured to death.
So how could he possibly feel compassion for such a person?
"Boy, don't push people too far. If you want me dead, I'll take you down with me first!"
The middle-aged strong man, seeing the indifference in Lu Qing's eyes, realized that pleading was futile.
In his despair, his heart immediately burned with malice.
With a loud roar, a strong aura suddenly erupted from him; he was executing a unique Secret Technique from his sect, stimulating his Qi-Blood and acupuncture points, greatly increasing his strength.
After using the Secret Technique, remorse also arose in the middle-aged man's heart.
He regretted underestimating his enemy.
If he had used the Secret Technique at the very beginning and struck at Lu Qing with all his might,
Even if Lu Qing's Saber Technique Realm were higher, he would certainly not be the match for a single move of his.
In that case, if he had captured or killed Lu Qing immediately, perhaps he wouldn't have fallen into his current dire situation.
Unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world.
Now, with his hands useless even after executing the Secret Technique, he couldn't stop that mysterious creature.
The only thing left to do was to stake his life on killing Lu Qing, the instigator of this disaster!
After completing the Secret Technique, the middle-aged strong man stomped his feet, and a powerful force burst forth, creating a large pit at his feet and causing the riverbed to shake slightly.
With this explosive force, the strong man's figure suddenly vanished from the spot, only to reappear not far in front of Lu Qing.
Lu Qing had already retreated the moment the other's aura burst forth.
But he was still caught up by the middle-aged strong man instantly.
A Martial Artist of the Internal Organ Realm truly was powerful; even with his hands destroyed, it hardly impacted his explosive power.
Feeling the powerful speed of the middle-aged strong man, Lu Qing silently praised in his heart.
When it comes to speed, among the Postnatal Realm Martial Artists of this world, who could compare to Little Li!
Facing the murderous face of the middle-aged strong man,
Lu Qing was not panicked.
Because at this moment, Little Li was on his shoulder.
The middle-aged strong man, with the speed from his Secret Technique, closed in on Lu Qing.
Seeing that Lu Qing was just before him, with his hands destroyed, he did not use any other move but instead lowered his body and charged shoulder-first towards Lu Qing!
This charge was fueled by a conviction to kill; its momentum was ferocious.
The air before him was compressed together; even before contact, the raging airflow already caused Lu Qing's figure to become slightly unstable.
Feeling the force, Lu Qing's expression grew solemn, and he called out softly.
Yet he himself was retreating even faster.
"Do you think you can run?"
The middle-aged strong man's eyes bloodshot, his Secret Technique pushed to the limit, fixed his gaze on Lu Qing, aiming to charge at him and shatter him to pieces.
However, just as his shoulder was about to touch Lu Qing and knock him dead,
The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
The strength in his body, like a collapsed floodgate, rapidly drained away.
With his strength escaping, the middle-aged strong man's speed plummeted, and he could only watch as Lu Qing, who was within arm's reach, slowly moved away from him.
He felt his body go weak, staggering and finding it hard even to stand.
Holding onto the last bit of a warrior's pride, the middle-aged strong man ultimately didn't allow himself to fall to the ground.
He struggled to stand and looked down at his chest.
Only to find that his chest had been torn open by an unknown force, leaving a gaping hole that went straight through to his back.
And his heart was nowhere to be found.
Staring at the large hole in his chest, the middle-aged strong man gave a wry smile.