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Before he finished speaking, he brandished his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), no longer pursuing the ultimate slash, but instead swinging it around!

The heavy Mo Dao (陌刀) appeared surprisingly agile in his hands, its blade flashing and transforming into a dark curtain of blades, slashing, sweeping, parrying, and cutting, its attacks like a storm, relentlessly enveloping Wu Changfeng.

The wind howled, stirring up dust and grass clippings on the ground, creating a terrifying spectacle.

Wu Changfeng frowned, his heart sinking. This Black-Faced Tiger was indeed not easy to deal with!

In terms of strength, my 237 points of arm strength were still slightly inferior! The weight of the Mo Dao and the opponent's power technique made up for the slight difference in attributes.

In terms of weaponry, although the Goose Feather Spear is of blue quality, its length advantage is negated when facing the obviously superior Mo Dao, and it will definitely suffer a loss in a head-on confrontation.

This Mo Dao is powerful and heavy; if I were to be hit by it, even with my own defense, I would probably either die or be maimed!

He immediately changed his strategy and abandoned the idea of ​​fighting head-on.

With his footwork fully extended, he maximized his 112 points of agility attribute, combined with the evasion efficiency of the Great Perfection basic agility technique and the unpredictable changes in direction of the Lesser Perfection Cloud Ladder, he darted, dodged, and weaved through the Black-Faced Tiger's blade flashes in perilous situations.

Dodge if you can, never take a direct hit.

If it's truly unavoidable, use the shaft of the spear to skillfully deflect or deflect the force, ensuring the long-handled sword never strikes the spear shaft squarely.

For a moment, Wu Changfeng seemed to be at a disadvantage, forced to retreat and move around constantly by the Black-faced Tiger's ferocious blade attacks, only able to parry and dodge, with little power to retaliate.

When the Mo Dao (陌刀) struck the ground, wooden stakes, or stone locks, it shattered stones and cracked wood, demonstrating its terrifying destructive power.

Wu Changfeng remained unusually calm.

While dodging, he focused intently on observing Black-faced Tiger's sword techniques, breathing rhythm, and power exertion habits.

The ultimate mastery of the Swift Spear Technique brings not only attribute bonuses, but also a profound understanding of the essence of thrusting and a keen ability to seize opportunities on the battlefield.

He was waiting, waiting for a weakness that could turn the tide in one fell swoop.

Although Black-faced Tiger's sword technique is fierce, wielding such a heavy weapon at full strength consumes a great deal of physical strength.

His fighting style, which pursues extreme power and speed, puts a greater strain on his cardiovascular system.

The two fought fiercely in the mountain stronghold square for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, one attacking and the other defending.

Black-faced Tiger's blade strikes remained fierce, but Wu Changfeng keenly sensed a tiny gap in the opponent's storm-like attacks—not a flaw in the transition of moves, but a slight fluctuation in the power output during the moment of breath control.

Moreover, sweat was already beading on the other person's forehead, and the flushed face beneath their bronze skin was becoming increasingly apparent.

It's now!

When Wu Changfeng narrowly avoided Black-faced Tiger's powerful diagonal slash by a hair's breadth, and the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) slammed heavily into the ground, requiring an instantaneous burst of strength to pull it out, a sharp glint flashed in Wu Changfeng's eyes!

Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward, and with the goose feather spear in his hand like a club, he used the middle of the spear shaft to carry the force of his whole body twisting upward, fiercely lifting it upward, aiming directly at the back of Black-faced Tiger's right hand exposed when he pulled out his sword!

This sudden change of tactics was extremely abrupt, completely devoid of any spear technique or method; it was purely a matter of basic power generation skills and timing.

Just as Black-faced Tiger was about to draw his sword, he suddenly saw the spear coming at him, its target being his own hand holding the sword. If it hit him squarely, his hand bones would surely be shattered!

He was shocked and furious. He didn't have time to fully draw his knife to defend himself, so he could only hastily flip his wrist and use the wrist guard on the outside of his arm to block.

Snapped!

The gun slammed heavily against the metal wrist guard, producing a dull thud.

Black-faced Tiger let out a muffled groan, feeling a piercing pain from his wrist. His entire right arm went numb and weak instantly, and his fingers involuntarily loosened.

Clang!

The heavy broadsword was jolted out of his hand by the blow, flying in an arc before crashing onto the bluestone ground several feet away, sending sparks flying.

Weapon dropped!

Black-faced Tiger was both shocked and furious, but as expected of a ruthless bandit who had been licking blood from the edge of a knife for many years, he remained calm in the face of danger. His left hand instantly reached for his waist and with a "clang," he drew out a spare narrow waist knife.

The blade gleamed brightly, though not as fierce as the Mo Dao, it was more agile and swift.

"Good move!" Black-faced Tiger gritted his teeth and growled. He held the knife in his left hand. Although his right hand was injured and his movements were slightly sluggish, his knife skills were still sharp. He swung three times in quick succession, blocking Wu Changfeng's possible pursuit route. At the same time, he retreated quickly, trying to create distance.

Wu Changfeng would not give him a chance to breathe. He flicked his goose-feather spear and stuck to him like a shadow.

The amazing spear technique was unleashed once more, with each spear point aimed at the vital points around Black-faced Tiger's body.

The opponent switched to a lighter knife, which was faster, but its power and attack range were greatly reduced, and the injury to its right hand affected its overall balance and power generation.

The two clashed once more. Gunfire lashed out like dragons, and blades flashed like snow.

Black-faced Tiger gritted his teeth and persevered, his left-handed swordsmanship surprisingly impressive. He followed a ruthless and swift approach, targeting Wu Changfeng's lower body and joints, attempting to turn the tide with speed.

For a moment, the two seemed to be at an impasse again.

Guns and knives clashed, their clanging sounds as dense as a sudden downpour.

Although Wu Changfeng had the upper hand, Black-faced Tiger was like a cornered beast, fighting fiercely with ruthless swordsmanship and rich experience, making it difficult for him to completely defeat him in a short time.

"Boy, impressive martial arts!" Black-faced Tiger suddenly spoke amidst the fierce fight, his voice heavy with panting. "I underestimated you! If you're willing to stop fighting and join my Black Wind Stronghold, the position of second-in-command will be yours! Gold, silver, and women are all yours to choose from! Why risk your life for those peasants?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Changfeng's lips curled into a disdainful smile. His grip on the gun tightened, and he sneered, "Who cares about being the second-in-command of this thief's den? If anyone's going to be in a position, it'll be the top one!"

"Arrogant!" Black-faced Tiger roared in fury, his blood rushing to his head. His swordplay suddenly shifted, no longer conservative, but a desperate, life-or-death approach. Every strike was aimed at Wu Changfeng's vitals, completely disregarding his own defense. He was clearly enraged and ready to make a final stand.

Wu Changfeng was not surprised but delighted. The other party was agitated; this was the perfect opportunity!

He focused intently on the situation, his marksmanship as subtle as a needle hidden in cotton. Although he appeared to be overwhelmed by the opponent's fierce attacks, he was actually advancing step by step, constantly depleting the opponent's stamina and aggravating the impact of the injury to his right hand.

After several dozen more rounds, Black-faced Tiger's breathing became increasingly heavy, sweat poured down his forehead, his left-hand sword speed slowed down noticeably, and his moves became increasingly unpredictable.

The effects of the injury to my right wrist began to fully manifest. Not only was it difficult for my right arm to effectively coordinate blocking and dodging, but the rotation of my left side also became unnatural and sluggish.

This is the moment!

Wu Changfeng seized the moment when his opponent had exhausted his strength and was about to retract his blade, before he could generate new power, and suddenly his goose feather spear burst forth with unprecedented speed and light!

The ultimate killing move of the Amazing Spear Technique – Rainbow Piercing the Sun!

The ultimate spear intent, infused with the true energy of the Primordial Chaos Technique! All power concentrated at a single point!

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The spear tip tore through the air, emitting an extremely sharp whistle, transforming into a silver lightning bolt too fast for the naked eye to catch. With unstoppable force, it instantly pierced through the black-faced tiger's left shoulder socket, which had been slightly raised due to the return of his blade! The spear tip emerged from his back, bringing with it a spray of blood!

-1888!!

A massive, terrifying crimson critical hit number suddenly appeared!

Black-faced Tiger let out a deafening scream, his left-hand waist knife clattered to the ground, and he staggered backward from the force of the shot.

Wu Changfeng, having gained the upper hand, was relentless and gave his opponent no chance to react.

He decisively discarded the gun! He loosened his grip on the shaft of the goose-feather spear, leaving it on the shoulder of the black-faced tiger.

At the same time, he moved forward quickly, and with his left hand, he drew the Iron-Cutting Sword from its sheath!

The sword light flashes once more! The Wind Chasing Sword Technique – Gale and Rain!

Strike while the iron is hot! Wu Changfeng moved with his sword, and the Iron-Slaying Sword transformed into a blue light curtain, completely enveloping the heavily wounded and dying Black-Faced Tiger.

Neck, chest, ribs... every strike aimed at vital points, showing no mercy.

The spear pierced Black Tiger's shoulder, causing excruciating pain and profuse bleeding. He was severely impaired and could only futilely swing his intact right arm to parry. How could he possibly withstand the rapid, close-range sword strikes?

-677! -721! -834! ...

A series of damage numbers jumped wildly. Black-faced Tiger's health bar emptied like an avalanche.

Finally, Wu Changfeng pierced his heart with a sword and twisted his wrist, completely severing his life force.

The black-faced tiger's massive body stiffened for a moment, the fierce light in its eyes quickly dimmed, and it stared intently at Wu Changfeng. Its lips moved as if it wanted to say something, but only blood foam came out.

Immediately, it crashed backward like a mountain of gold and a pillar of jade collapsing, kicking up a cloud of dust.

[System Notification: Killed Black-Faced Tiger, leader of Black Wind Stronghold (third-rate martial artist), gained 15000 experience points and 300 Jianghu reputation.]

Two consecutive beams of intense golden light shone down, and Wu Changfeng's level instantly soared from level 14 to level 16!

Inside the mountain stronghold, the dust had settled, and not a single bandit remained alive.

The only sounds were the fluttering of tattered flags in the wind and the thick, unmistakable stench of blood in the air.

Wu Changfeng leaned on his iron-slaying sword, breathing slightly heavily.

Although they ultimately won the battle, it was extremely taxing, and their mental state was under immense pressure.

He glanced at his status; his health had dropped by nearly half, his true energy was also more than half depleted, and there were several cuts on his shoulder and ribs from the blade's wind, which burned with pain.

But they won.

He walked to the body of the black-faced tiger. The body was slowly dissipating, leaving behind several items on the ground that shone with distinctly different light.

The first thing that catches the eye is that dark, heavy longsword, which lies quietly not far away, its blade gleaming, reflecting the setting sun with a cold luster.