Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"Rest assured, Sect Leader Ning, life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are determined by fate! If I were to accidentally perish at Sect Leader Ning's hands, I can only blame my lack of skill!"

"Good! That's enough! Come! Fight me!!"

Two completely different auras clashed violently above the Guiyi Sect, and the originally clear sky was filled with lightning and thunder.

Their eyes met simultaneously, and they moved almost at the same time.

The two figures collided fiercely in the void like two shooting stars. There were no fancy moves, no complicated spells, only the most primal and pure clash of flesh!

Fist to fist!

Bone against bone!

Xia Jin unleashed her right fist, colliding head-on with Ning He's fist. The terrifying force exploded between the two, and the incredibly solid void of the Mirage Realm became as brittle as a mirror, with countless tiny black cracks spreading in all directions from the two of them.

"Hmm?" A hint of surprise flashed in Ning He's eyes.

He had initially assumed his opponent's physical strength would be their weakness. But after just the first exchange of blows, he realized that his opponent's physical strength was not much inferior to his own!

A fighting spirit ignited in Xia Jin's eyes beneath the mask.

"That feels great!! Sect Leader Ning, your physical body should rank in the top three among those at the Great Power Realm! Let's try again!"

A cold light flashed, and Xia Jin's fists rained down like a storm.

"Hmph! When it comes to physical strength, I fear no one." Ning He snorted coldly and met the attack head-on without showing any weakness.

The two abandoned all defense and fought with brutal, earth-shattering blows.

Ning He slammed his fist into Xia Jin's shoulder, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible; Xia Jin, in turn, elbowed Ning He in the ribs, breaking several ribs in response. Blood splattered in the air, and both men were quickly covered in wounds.

But neither of them backed down an inch.

Ten punches.

Twenty punches.

Fifty punches.

Xia Jin's robes were already tattered, revealing her strong physique, with several deep wounds oozing blood. Ning He was in no better shape, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his left arm covered in bruises.

The void around the two combatants continuously collapsed, only to be repaired by the laws of heaven and earth, then collapsed again, and was repaired again...

The space within a hundred miles had become extremely unstable. The disciples of the Guiyi Sect who were watching from afar felt that the world in front of them was being distorted and deformed, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"Who exactly is this person? Even the sect leader can't do anything about him for the time being." Below, an elder of the Guiyi Sect stared intently at the top. With his strength, he could only make out the figures of the two at the moment of their collision.

"No matter who it is! With the sect leader's strength, he is absolutely confident in taking down this person." Beside him, another Guiyi Sect elder gritted his teeth nervously, but his eyes were still full of confidence in Ning He's strength.

Meanwhile, in the void.

"One hundred rounds." Xia Jin was forced back dozens of meters by his opponent's punch. He looked down at the wounds on his body.

Three deep, bone-exposing wounds were found on the chest, left arm, and right side of the abdomen.

Standing opposite him was Ning He, the sect leader of Guiyi Sect. Although he was also covered in wounds, his injuries were obviously much lighter than Xia Jin's. He was panting heavily and staring at Xia Jin with a gloomy look in his eyes.

This person is indeed very strong, definitely someone who, like him, has been immersed in the ninth level of the Great Power Realm for a long time.

Who exactly is he? Why can't he recall when such a person appeared in this Mirage Realm?

Just as he was deep in thought.

Xia Jin suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha!! Interesting, very interesting. Sect Master Ning, you are the first person I have ever met who can rival me in terms of physical strength, and in fact, you are even superior to me in terms of sheer physical power."

After the laughter subsided, white flames suddenly burst forth from Xia Jin's body!

As the flames surged, a fiery aura, imbued with the spirit of rebirth, spread out.

The white flames slowly flowed over Xia Jin's wounds, and an incredible scene unfolded: the three deep, bone-revealing cracks began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Three breaths.

In just three breaths, all of Xia Jin's injuries were completely healed.

"How... how could the injuries have healed in the blink of an eye?" Ning He stared intently at the white flames that suddenly appeared on Xia Jin's body, a hint of fear flashing deep in his eyes.

What kind of tactic is this?

As a peerless expert at the ninth level of the Great Power Realm, Ning He had seen many recovery techniques and secret arts, but he had never seen such a rapid recovery method for the injuries he suffered under his attacks!

Where the flames passed, the injuries disappeared completely.

This is practically immortal!

Ning He's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

In that hundred-round hand-to-hand combat, he had already used seven or eight tenths of his strength. Although both sides were injured, he was confident that his injuries were less severe than his opponent's.

If this kind of attrition continues, the opponent will inevitably be exhausted after another fifty rounds at most.

But now all of the other person's injuries have healed!

However, Ning He's internal injuries were still throbbing.

Xia Jin glanced at the other party's astonished expression, smiled, and patted her robes. "Just a little trick, please excuse me, Sect Leader Ning."

Sneaky tricks?

Ning He was so angry at those words that he almost vomited blood.

You call this incredible ability to instantly heal all injuries a minor trick?!

He took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, and his eyes became more serious than ever before.

This seems to be in some trouble.

The opponent's strength is roughly equal to mine, and now they've added this underhanded tactic. If this continues, I'll only lose!

"What's wrong, Sect Leader Ning?" Xia Jin chuckled as she saw Ning He standing motionless, his expression shifting between light and dark. "Are you tired? How about I give you some time to recover?"

"Is this bastard mocking me?" Ning He's eyes narrowed slightly.

His face went from gloomy to ferocious, and an intensely suppressed rage emanated from him.

"Rest? I have no need for that!"

"Boy, your methods are indeed strange. At first, I wanted to make you back down and spare your life. But you insisted on courting death, so don't blame me!"

After saying that, Ning He suddenly closed his eyes.

"It seems this old ghost has some tricks up his sleeve!" Xia Jin stared at the other party with interest, without interrupting.

No matter how strong the opponent is, Xia Jin doesn't believe she can defeat herself.

After all, he hadn't used a single trump card yet!

Ning He took a deep breath, and his aura, capable of swallowing heaven and earth, became several times stronger than before. The golden light on his body began to slowly dissipate, replaced by a silver stream of energy.

The silvery stream of air slowly emanated from Ning He's mouth and nose as he exhaled, swirling around his body.

"Hmm!? This airflow..." Xia Jin's smile gradually faded.

The silvery aura seemed to possess a spirit, slowly and gently converging towards Ning He's brow. With each wisp of it merging in, Ning He's aura grew stronger.

As the last wisp of silver energy disappeared into his brow, Ning He opened his eyes.

His eyes had turned pure silver, devoid of emotion or warmth, displaying only a haughty indifference.

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from Ning He, causing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles to surge violently at that moment!

Xia Jin's expression turned completely serious.

This aura surpasses even the ninth level of the Great Power Realm!

"That old devil," a hint of apprehension flashed in Xia Jin's eyes, "you really have touched the threshold of the Saint Realm. But this time it was a lucky accident that forced you out of your seclusion. Otherwise, you would have been really difficult to deal with today."

He secretly rejoiced.

If this old ghost is given some more time, he might actually reach the threshold of the Saint Realm!

By then, even if Xia Jin uses all his trump cards, defeating his opponent will be extremely difficult.

"Boy, you're lucky." A hint of killing intent flashed in Ning He's eyes. "This technique of mine was originally prepared for my final breakthrough to the Saint Realm. Unfortunately, I'll use you as a test subject today!"

Just as he finished speaking, Xia Jin's vision blurred.

Where Ning He had originally stood, only a faint afterimage remained, slowly dissipating.

The attack had already landed on Xia Jin's chest!

So fast!

Before Xia Jin could even react, a fist carrying a silver aura slammed solidly into his chest.