The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 463 The battle is over
It felt like a replay of the Battle of Nanjing.

An Qisheng's vision suddenly blurred as he was pulled down by an irresistible force beneath him.

He knew something was wrong. The Fish Intestine Sword dissipated, transforming into an invisible protective aura that rapidly spread behind him, attempting to form a defense before the attack arrived.

"Too slow!"

The fist pierced through before the protective qi could merge, slamming hard into An Qisheng's vest.

"Well!--"

Blood spilled from his mouth as An Qisheng finally transformed the Fish Intestine Sword into a suit of true qi armor covering his entire body. His left hand, wielding the Madam Xu Sword, suddenly transformed into a long whip and plunged into the pit wall, attempting to use the force of this punch to evade Li Miao's attack and regain his balance.

But before he could pull the whip, and his body had just been thrown a foot into the air by the blow, the fist suddenly opened, grabbed his leg again, and yanked him down.

Bang!
Another punch landed, and the True Qi Armor teetered on the brink of collapse.

Then it was torn off again!
The final punch, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, slammed into the same spot!
Bang! — Crash!
The armor made of true energy shattered with a crash, and An Qisheng's eyes widened in fury.

The problem exposed during the battle with Zhu Shoujing, the weakness of [Myriad Phenomena] that should have disappeared after the restoration of the perfect realm, was exposed again in the face of Li Miao's unparalleled brute force—the inability to balance offense and defense.

An Qisheng's mind raced.

With the enhancement of two Xuanlan realms, Li Miao is now a monster.

The two were already at the same level, making a quick kill almost impossible; they could only rely on accumulating injuries to gradually weaken each other. However, Li Miao could repair his missing flesh with [Myriad Manifestations], and due to the existence of [Underlying Strength], the more flesh he lost, the stronger he became.

Unless Li Miao's true energy or flesh and blood are exhausted, his attacks will never stop, but will only become heavier and more deadly! However, after cultivating the [Myriad Manifestations], Li Miao's Sumeru Realm has also been strengthened, and his total amount of true energy and recovery speed have reached a new level. How could he be easily exhausted?
In a daze, An Qisheng seemed to see a Taoist priest.

Today, Li Miao reminded him of the Taoist priest who founded Wudang... Even though they were at the same level, he was helpless, had no countermeasures, and had no power to resist!
"no!"

An Qisheng pulled on his long whip and dodged to the edge of the pit.

"We must find a way to break his spell... or we will surely be defeated today!"

He became extremely vigilant, scanned his surroundings, and with a quick clasp and a quick release, he broke Madam Xu's sword into two pieces in his hands.

"Fish intestines are useless to him, but true qi fragments are not. Although he can completely control himself, he has not expelled the true qi fragments, which means that the true qi fragments are still in his body! As long as enough are accumulated, they may be able to destroy the true qi structure in his body and cause the flesh and blood made of true qi to collapse!"

In the blink of an eye, An Qisheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

A shadow was cast from above in front of him.

Li Miao was above him!

Before An Qisheng could even look up, both swords thrust upwards simultaneously, colliding with the claw reaching for his head!

The sword pierced through flesh and blood, only to be stopped by the hand bones.

Li Miao suddenly clenched his five fingers, gripping the sword blade tightly, and blood dripped down the blade onto An Qisheng's face.

"Let go!"

The hand suddenly twisted, and both swords were twisted as well.

An Qisheng's palms were rubbed raw and bleeding.

He gritted his teeth and gripped the sword hilt tightly, refusing to let go.

But how could Li Miao let him off? Seeing that he refused to let go, he simply grabbed the sword blade and smashed it against the pit wall!

On the massive ruins of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, a huge mound suddenly rose up, then exploded with a deafening roar, spewing out a massive amount of soil, from which two figures emerged.

Li Miao grabbed An Qisheng and rushed into the air.

At this moment, An Qisheng finally had the opportunity to draw his short sword and meet Li Miao's gaze.

Snowflakes drifted down, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.

In mid-air, the assassin from a thousand years ago and the imperial court's henchmen exchanged a glance.

Then, an endless barrage of deadly moves was unleashed in an instant!

The deafening clang of metal clashing filled the air. The blood, barely leaving the body, was scattered into a bloody mist by the aftershocks of the battle, staining the snowflakes crimson. A short sword pierced An Qisheng's chest, and Li Miao ripped off his collarbone with a backhand motion.

With his claws gripping Li Miao's jaw, An Qisheng instantly left dozens of sword wounds on Li Miao's chest.

All means and trump cards have been exhausted.

All that remains is life and death.

The overwhelming strength compared to their weight, coupled with their unwavering killing intent to prevent each other from leaving the battle, kept the two locked in mid-air, locked in combat for nearly twenty breaths. The blood mist nearly dyed the entire night sky above the ruins of the Taihe Palace crimson. Countless snowflakes were swept up by the aftershocks of the battle, gathering into clusters and gradually turning from snow-white to scarlet, obscuring the two combatants within.

clang! ! !
At one moment, a deafening roar resounded.

The snowball shattered with a crash and drifted down.

A figure was knocked down from mid-air and fell into the ruins.

Then another figure landed a few feet away and slowly walked towards him amidst the falling scarlet snowflakes.

"He does have some skill."

Li Miao took a few steps, then suddenly stumbled.

He reached out and clutched his chest.

Dozens of sword marks were scattered across the area, their intersections forming an almost transparent void. Transparent flesh simulated by [All Things] plugged the wounds.

Li Miao extended two fingers, dispersed the true energy in his chest, then probed into the chest cavity for a while before suddenly pulling them out and flicking them away.

Dang clang——

With a crisp sound, the sphere formed by thousands of fragments of true energy was thrown to the ground, rolled for a while, and then slowly dissipated.

Li Miao took a breath and reached out to touch the wound.

【All Things】have once again covered up the wound.

Li Miao then took another step and walked towards An Qisheng.

"He struck me one hundred and twenty-four times, and poured thousands of fragments of true energy into my blood."

"If you were to strike me a few more times, my newly formed technique might actually be broken... What a pity, what a pity. If you had held on for just three more breaths, you might have been the one to win today."

An Qisheng lay motionless amidst the ruins.

His body was a bloody mess; his collarbones, patella, and radius had all been cruelly torn off by Li Miao. A claw mark ran from his left ear to the right corner of his mouth, and you could even see his nasal cavity moving with each breath. He had now lost the ability to move, almost exactly like the emperor who had been hacked into a human stump by Li Miao that day.

But he did not lose his composure like the emperor.

Perhaps knowing he was doomed, his eyes calmed down once more.

"I can't beat you, even if I fight for three more breaths, it will be the same."

He barely managed to lift his head and meet Li Miao's gaze.

"One hundred and twenty-four sword strikes, enough to poison the true energy fragments of seven or eight Four Paths Harmony Heaven Realm cultivators, still couldn't shake the technique you just comprehended. Even if you survive for another three breaths, you'll probably be able to deduce an even more solid application of this technique."

“Your comprehension has probably surpassed that of Zhang Sanfeng.”

Li Miao shrugged and didn't respond.

It can only be said that An Qisheng had a great misunderstanding of him.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had a lot of "salary" left over from the Battle of Nanjing, with his limited comprehension, which was only slightly better than that of a dog urinating moss, let alone three breaths, even if he were given another thirty thousand breaths and gasped for breath until he died, he would at most comprehend the "Black Tiger Steals the Heart".

But he didn't offer any explanation.

The victory or defeat has been decided.

(End of this chapter)