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Chapter 199: Can five against three really lose? Can three against one really lose?

"What do we do now?" Lu Mingfei glanced around, his throat bobbing involuntarily. For some reason, he felt that the surroundings were full of danger.

"What else can we do but fight?" Ye Fan stared at Russell not far away, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Finally, they arrived at his favorite part. All the scheming and plotting was nonsense. When it came down to it, they had to prove themselves with their fists and feet. He refused to believe that they could lose five against three!

"Leave Russell to me, the rest of you!"

Ye Fan's eyes burned like fire, and an incomparably powerful masculine energy suddenly rose from his body, turning the sparks and dust within several feet around him into a vacuum.

His voice drifted through the sandstorm, and in an instant, he pierced through countless void currents, his figure leaving a straight golden afterimage in the folds of space, rushing to Russell's side.

With one arm raised high and five fingers forming a fist, he unleashed a powerful punch that crashed down on Russell's head like an inverted dome.

This punch had no fancy techniques, just pure physical strength, vast and domineering, enough to shatter mountains and split seas.

It disregards reason, cause and effect, and laws; it is simply the release of force and speed compressed to their extreme on the fist.

He had long wanted to have a fair fight with Russell, but unfortunately he started too late and the gap between him and Russell was too big, so this wish could not be fulfilled for a long time.

But now, the Heavenly Gift of the Dao Fruit has forcibly shortened the distance between them. Given this, how could he possibly waste such a great opportunity!

"Catch this punch!"

The fist slammed down with a deafening roar, like an ancient divine mountain being uprooted and then crashing heavily into the sea. The void trembled violently, and countless turbulent void currents were shattered. Fine black spatial rifts spread out in all directions from the point of impact of the fist like a spider web.

Russell licked his lips. This was the Ancient Sacred Body, born for battle. Even without any cultivation techniques or divine arts, its blood and qi alone could generate such earth-shattering power.

However, his Heavenly Overlord Body was not without its disadvantages!

His divine sense shook the void, and his blood and qi surged forth like mountains and seas. A pillar of purple-gold blood and qi shot straight up from above Russell's head, like a divine sword that pierced the heavens and the earth, piercing a huge hole in the dark red sky of Mars.

Amidst the hazy fog, another enormous fist imprint rose up, crashing head-on into Ye Fan's fist.

The two fists collided, and the heavens and earth seemed to collapse. The space within a radius of hundreds of miles was divided into two distinct halves by the impact of the fist's collision. Golden divine radiance and purple-gold divine light were frantically annihilated at the interface. The entire Martian wasteland trembled violently under the collision of the two, and countless fragments of stone and dust were swept into the air, forming a huge chaotic vortex.

The void collapsed, the earth cracked, and the sky tilted.

In that instant, everything in the world seemed to cease to exist. The ancient wasteland where the two were located exploded into countless huge cracks the moment they collided. The cracks were bottomless and ran down from the surface of the earth, penetrating deep into the Martian crust and turning up ancient rock layers that had been buried for hundreds of millions of years to the surface.

"————" Klein paused, glancing almost imperceptibly at Zhang Xiaofan, whose attention had been drawn to the earth-shattering clash between Russell and Ye Fan. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and unleashed a fool.

Although they were well-prepared for the battle and had a traitor on the other side, he was still cautious and habitually prepared to steal a chance to weaken the opponent's strength.

Xu Qi'an looked at Klein and raised a middle finger expressionlessly.

Klein shrugged, showing no embarrassment whatsoever.

"We are not here; we should be thousands of miles away." Xu Qi'an tore off a piece of paper containing the Confucian principle that words can be followed by laws and techniques, and read it aloud.

Invisible spatial ripples spread out, transporting him and Klein to another desert plain thousands of miles away.

Almost the instant he landed, Xu Qi'an formed a hand seal, and a huge Buddhist artifact materialized behind him. It was a golden wheel, exuding a heavy metallic texture. The center of the wheel was engraved with the swastika, and the edges were engraved with "Heaven, Human, Asura, Animal, Hungry Ghost, Hell".

As the six realms of reincarnation turned, the power of cause and effect surged forth like a tide, sweeping towards Klein.

"You're so confident bringing me here? Aren't you afraid the three of them won't get a good result?" Klein's body split into dozens of shadows just before the power of cause and effect touched him. Each shadow carried a part of his presence, barely dodging the causal rays that covered him like a net.

His voice emanated simultaneously from every shadow, overlapping into a resounding question that echoed through the void.

"If I can still lose in a three-on-one fight, I'll just eat it!" Xu Qi'an lowered his knees slightly and, amidst the "boom" of the collapsing ground, shot towards Klein, who had reappeared.

The moment he leaped into the air, golden light around him suddenly intensified, and a majestic phantom materialized behind him, its eyes wide with rage, its muscles bulging, and its right arm raised high, forming a fist identical to Xu Qi'an's own, domineering and carrying the power to suppress all evil spirits.

He refused to believe it. Even if Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Mingfei were to fail, there was still Xiao Yan. Could Xiao Yan and Yao Lao possibly fail?

boom!

The punch also hit the air. In the instant before the fist landed, Klein's body once again disintegrated into dozens of shadows, like a school of startled fish, scattering along the ground before regrouping into human form hundreds of meters behind him.

Xu Qi'an's fist slammed solidly into the ground, creating a giant crater hundreds of meters in diameter and bottomless depth. The violent force of the punch surged and flowed along the ground, tearing out countless dense cracks like a spider web.

Klein gave Xu Qi'an a deep look, then answered silently. His outline became blurred, and the boundaries of his body expanded outward. It was as if something was flattening him layer by layer from three-dimensional space, until he finally turned into a cloud of gray mist covering hundreds of meters in radius.

Within the gray fog, countless phantoms of gears and clocks could be vaguely seen slowly turning. Each gear had tiny ancient Hermes words engraved on its teeth, and the meshing of the gears produced a deep and long clicking sound, as if keeping time for the entire universe.

At the same time, in the vast universe, stars twinkled simultaneously, their light piercing through interstellar dust and illuminating this desolate plain. As a result, an extra layer of light, which shouldn't exist, appeared in the thin atmosphere above the ancient star Yinghuo.

In an instant, the phantom starry sky covered the heavens and the earth. Xu Qi'an felt as if he were standing among endless stars, his body drifting, being acted upon by an invisible force, and he could be torn to pieces at any moment.

"————" In the deep silence, Xu Qi'an could only let out a long sigh.

Just as the Vajra form had been summoned and retracted into his body, the Acala form rose again. In the next instant, countless brilliant starlight rays converged from all directions, striking the barrier of the Acala form and scattering countless specks of light.

Sigh, what else can we do?

Boil it!

"So our opponent is the model worker?" Seeing that Ye Fan and Xu Qi'an had both found their opponents, Lu Mingfei was also eager to try and looked around for Han Li's location.

As for why he was so excited, it's simple: three against one, the advantage was in my hands.

What do you call this? A righteous brawl!

To his surprise, a sudden gust of cold wind arose where the white bone banner stood, and an invisible force stirred up the reddish-brown sandstorm. Three blurry figures slowly emerged from the sandstorm, their forms gradually becoming clearer.

Huh? Why are there three?

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then looked closely and saw three identical figures appear before him, though each had a different form.

Han Li, standing in the center, holds the Azure Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword. His body is surrounded by spiritual energy of wood, water, fire, and earth. Seventy-two flying swords unfold behind him in layers, their tips pointing outwards, slowly rotating like a screen woven from sword blades.

On the left, Han Li was clad in high-tech armor, which gleamed with a cold, silvery-gray luster. The thrusters on his feet and hands emitted eerie blue ion tail flames, steadily holding him in mid-air.

Han Li on the right holds a jet-black white bone soul banner. The banner has faint shadowy figures of evil spirits flickering on it. Behind him, countless evil spirits roar and howl, their resentment soaring into the sky. They transform into a gray-white mist that envelops him, exuding a chilling aura.

"This is... the Three Corpses Severing Secret Technique?" Zhang Xiaofan asked in surprise.

"Xiao Fan is right, it is indeed the method to sever the three corpses," Han Li said, holding the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

Of course, the "severing of the three corpses" mentioned here is not the supreme method of the Primordial School that severs good, evil, and obsession to attain sainthood, but a secret technique for differentiating the soul that was exchanged from Zhongli.

Han Li's reason for asking for this secret technique was not for combat, but to improve the efficiency of his experiments.

Bitter!

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingfei secretly groaned, his excitement instantly vanishing. The original three-on-one situation had become three-on-three, and given Han Li's usual habits, who knows how many backup plans he had already laid out in this wasteland.

Although he's not afraid of a real fight, it would likely cause a lot of trouble.

"Mingfei, Xiaofan, don't panic, leave the one in the middle to me!" Before Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Mingfei could react, Xiao Yan had already rushed out first, and the Xuan Heavy Ruler instantly appeared in his hand. The ruler was covered with a dark luster, carrying a tremendous force, and with a sound of tearing through the air, it slammed heavily into the sword cultivator Han Li in the middle.

Han Li parried with his sword, and the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword collided with the Xuan Heavy Ruler, creating a visible shockwave. In just a few exchanges, the two flew hundreds of miles away.

This was something we had no other choice but to do.

Although it is true that he severed his three corpses, the combat power of the three avatars that were severed was uneven. The upper corpse Han Li inherited most of the power of the Dao Fruit, while the lower corpse Han Li was equipped with the most advanced technology Han Li had at present and the Asura Armor lent to him by Russell. Only the middle corpse was a blank slate, with only the cultivation of Han Li's original body at the peak of the Core Formation stage.

To put it bluntly, a cultivator at the peak of the Core Formation stage wouldn't even be able to withstand the aftershocks of battle on this battlefield where destruction is commonplace. They would be crushed into dust in no time. That's why Xiao Yan had to take the corpse Han Li away from the main battlefield first, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to take the opportunity to slack off.

"Leave Brother Han on the right to me." Zhang Xiaofan had also found his opponent. His five-colored robes moved without wind, and the five-colored light on the edge of the robes lit up one by one. The five colors of blue, red, yellow, white and black reflected each other, making the surrounding darkness a little brighter.

The sword light of the Pure Yang Sword tore through the thin atmosphere of Mars, and a blazing golden sword aura swept across the wasteland, slashing down towards the corpse Han Li.

Facing this fierce sword strike, Shangshi Hanli remained calm. The white bone banner in his hand suddenly unfurled, and the thousands of Yin spirits trapped on the banner broke free of their restraints at the same moment, transforming into a sky-covering, sun-hugging gray-white torrent that pressed down on Zhang Xiaofan. The chilling resentment almost froze the surrounding air.

"Uh, I————" Lu Mingfei was about to speak when he saw Han Li, the last corpse, strike a pose.

The next moment, the surrounding spatial barriers began to shake uncontrollably, and countless phantoms overlapped and intertwined before Lu Mingfei's eyes. It was as if the space had been folded countless times from the middle. In the midst of the dizziness, Lu Mingfei felt a wave of vertigo. When he regained his senses, he and the corpse Han Li had arrived in front of a giant creation that did not belong to this era.

As far as the eye could see, a giant silver-gray domed building complex unfolded like a spider web. The inner walls of the ring structure were densely packed with tens of thousands of rhomboid launch units, each of which was slowly rotating, and the energy core at the center of the unit shimmered with a cold, eerie blue light.

Beneath the dome, the desolate ground creaked with the low rumble of machinery. The ground cracked at a visible speed as countless metal supports rose from the earth, assembling into a staggered array of fortresses and cannons.

The distant hills subtly shifted, the rock layers on their surfaces sliding to the sides to reveal the massive energy cannons hidden inside. The cannon barrels glowed with a cold, eerie blue light, slowly adjusting their angle to lock onto his location.

With a wave of his hand, Han Li activated the weapon systems throughout the base. Countless micro-drones swarmed out from the fortress's launch ports, hovering in the air like locusts. The pulse cannons mounted on their fuselages lit up simultaneously, and the electromagnetic railguns on the ground completed their charging. A dazzling blue light gathered at the muzzle, and the surrounding air was pre-ionized into pale purple plasma, emitting a piercing buzz.

Feeling the terrifying energy fluctuations that caused the entire space to tremble slightly, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but swallow hard. He looked awkwardly at the corpse Han Li and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Is there any possibility that we can sit down and talk now—"