High Martial Arts Start with Ant Talent Fusion

"It's not good for young people to be fighting and killing!"

"The sins are too heavy!"

Old Zhao slowly put away the chess pieces, then sighed and said.

"Um?"

The cold-faced man stopped what he was doing and glanced sideways at the old man who was slowly getting up.

The old man had white hair and nothing particularly special about him.

"Old man, do you want to die?"

"The old man never intended to live much longer, so why would he be courting death?"

"Hmph, I don't have time to play riddles with you."

"I don't know who you are, but my target is those two. You'd better not interfere, or I'll kill you right now."

The cold-faced man said irritably that although the old man in front of him looked like an ordinary person, he was so composed in front of him that it would be strange if he were an ordinary person.

"Old Zhao!"

"Run! He could very well be a Grandmaster!"

Fang Zhou, who had already escaped not far, looked back and was surprised to find that Old Zhao, who had been playing chess with him, was actually confronting that terrifying man.

Old Zhao is a good chess player, but how come he can't see the situation clearly?

The slightest mistake could be fatal!

I said...

"You can't touch them!"

Old Zhao suddenly looked up, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, and his previously slightly bent body straightened up.

"Who exactly are you?"

The cold-blooded man actually sensed a sense of danger from the white-haired old man. What a joke! He was a Grandmaster!

Although he has only recently entered the Grandmaster realm, his strength is truly formidable.

This old man is no ordinary person.

"No matter who you are, you can't protect either of them!"

The cold-blooded man leaped up and charged directly at Fang Zhou and Chen Xin in the distance, his punch shattering the space around him.

Fang Zhou and Chen Xin felt as if they had fallen into an abyss.

"I said, you can't touch them!"

A furious shout pulled Fang Zhou and Chen Xin out of that hellish abyss.

Fang Zhou opened his eyes and saw a person's back in front of him.

That terrifying punch was caught steadily by a withered arm.

"Old Zhao...Old Zhao!!!"

Fang Zhou and Chen Xin were completely stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing. The person who saved them was actually Old Zhao!

Is this still the same white-haired old man who was kind and approachable when talking to people?

Is this still the same Zhao Lao who plays chess like a stinky puddle?

The sight of the two men in a daze was imprinted in Old Zhao's eyes, and a subtle emotion flickered in his gaze.

"With me here, no one can hurt you!"

Old Zhao roared inwardly and then charged towards the cold-faced man.

"Hmph, you old codger, since you've chosen to die, don't blame me!"

"Killing you first, then killing them won't be too late!"

The cold-blooded man then engaged in a fierce battle with Old Zhao.

The deafening roar of the battle shook the buildings, and some structures began to crumble in the aftershocks.

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I...?"

Chen Xin asked blankly, unsure whether she was referring to herself or Fang Zhou beside her.

"I...I must...I didn't see wrong, right..."

Fang Zhou swallowed hard. If this scene hadn't happened right in front of him, he would never have believed that the old man he was playing chess with was such a terrifyingly powerful expert.

Even after witnessing it with my own eyes, I still find it unbelievable.

How could this guy who can take back moves when playing chess with me be such a strong player?

This is unbelievable!

Did I offend Old Zhao?

After all, I've taken back quite a few moves myself.

"Old Fang, why would someone as powerful as him come to a poor neighborhood like ours?"

"Could this be the legendary 'great hermit lives in the city, lesser hermit lives in the wilderness'?"

Chen Xin asked uneasily.

"I think... I guess so..."

Fang Zhou didn't know who this Old Zhao was, but it was quite strange that Old Zhao knew his name as soon as he moved in.

I initially found it a bit strange, but since I only heard about it from other neighbors, I didn't pay much attention to it.

But now it seems that things are not so simple.

Moreover, this strong person and I got along so well. Could it be that we were evenly matched and admired each other?

But for such a strong person, if he wanted to, there would be countless people playing chess with him from beginning to end!

However, I am just an ordinary person with nothing special about me, so it seems that all of this is just a coincidence.

Fang Zhou told Chen Xin to escape quickly, as he couldn't leave Old Zhao here alone.

After all, this man came to kill them. Old Zhao kindly saved them, so they can't just leave without taking his help!

But before Chen Xin could speak, the battle between Old Zhao and the cold-looking man had become increasingly fierce.

"Old man, you're asking for it!"

With a deafening roar, the heavens and earth trembled, and Old Zhao was blasted directly into the ground.

"You're getting old!"

"His strength has reached its twilight years."

"You're no match for me now!"

"If you run now, you might still save your life!"

The cold-blooded man, his eyes filled with murderous intent, stood before the crater created by the blast, looking at the injured old man, and spoke calmly.

He's telling the truth.

The old man's physical functions were not as good as before.

Moreover, he discovered that the old man was injured and unable to exert his full strength.

Inside the pit, sand and stones rolled down, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of Zhao Lao's mouth. His clothes were also torn in many places by the blow.

He's getting old!

Their strength is not what it used to be!

"Cough...cough...cough"

He coughed a few times, then coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Beside him, the clothes on one arm were gone, revealing the withered, tree-like arm.

Suddenly, a palm-sized, jet-black wound appeared on his arm.

A terrifying black aura was emanating from the wound.

The wound was clearly not from a recent injury, but rather it had been there all along.

The cold-blooded man also saw the wound. The lingering aura on it gave him a sense of familiarity, as if he had felt it somewhere before.

"That's the master's sword intent!!!"

The cold-blooded man exclaimed in surprise. No wonder it felt so familiar. Several years ago, he had sensed this Dao intent when the adult made a move.

This wound was left by an adult!

The cold, aloof man must have been incredibly perceptive to have become a Grandmaster; he guessed the identity of the old man before him.

"Who do you think you are, you criminal?!"

Old Zhao in the pit did not respond. He slowly got up and muttered to himself.

"After forty years of ups and downs, have I really gotten to where I am today by luck?"

"This injury has been with me for forty years. If I had to say what I know best in this world, it would be this!"

"For the past forty years, I have been constantly trying to understand the remaining sword intent on it."

"Although I've only grasped the basics, it's enough in the face of life and death!"

Upon hearing the old man's words, the sinister man immediately sensed something was wrong and retreated rapidly. This old man was trying to trade his life for his own!

"Today, I, Jing Yushan, comprehend the sword intent of the earth, taking life as its source and the spirit as its foundation!"

"I will definitely cut off your head!"

Earth Sword Intent is a third-class sword intent, signifying profound protection!

Although it was only a third-class weapon, it was still something that the cold-hearted man could not resist.

"Are you really going to trade your life for that sword?!"

The cold, retreating man exclaimed in shock, "This old man is really going to sacrifice himself for an ordinary person!"

Old Zhao, no, it should be Jing Yushan at this moment.

He turned to look at Fang Zhou, who stood not far behind him in astonishment, his eyes filled with reluctance. His game of chess with the young master wasn't finished yet...

It seems I'll have to wait until the next life...

He then turned his head, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

A powerful sword intent erupted!

"Even if it costs me my life, I will protect you!"

"cut!"

Instantly, a sword intent that filled the heavens and earth erupted from Jing Yushan, transforming into a dazzling, enormous yellow light that slashed towards the fleeing, cold man.