The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

The Golden Leopard was clearly enraged by Wu Tieshou's strength, and its attack became three times more ferocious than before.

He no longer single-mindedly pursued a one-hit kill.

Of course, he really couldn't do that against an opponent like Wu Tieshou.

He changed his strategy, unleashing a continuous barrage of moves, each one more powerful than the last, like a river bursting its banks, flowing endlessly.

His punches and kicks created gusts of fierce wind that howled through the small courtyard.

In contrast, Wu Tieshou was as calm and composed as a mountain.

His footwork was nimble and agile, his body as slippery as an eel in water.

Although the leopard's attacks are fierce, very few of them actually land a solid hit on him.

Occasionally, when there were unavoidable blows, Wu Tieshou would use the hardest parts of his body to withstand them, such as his elbows or knees.

Jiang Shaosheng understood that Wu Tieshou was stalling for time.

The Golden Leopard's fighting style is fierce and domineering, with each move carrying the momentum to shatter rocks and split stones, but it also consumes a lot of physical strength.

Wu Tieshou was using his more refined body techniques and force-dissipating skills to wear down his opponent's sharpness and stamina.

When the Golden Leopard's strength is exhausted and it reveals a weakness, that will be Wu Tieshou's moment to counterattack.

"drink!"

The leopard was getting impatient after failing to break through the defenses for so long.

He suddenly shouted and unleashed a fierce whip kick, carrying immense force, sweeping towards Wu Tieshou's waist and ribs.

If that kick had landed properly, an ordinary person would probably have been broken in the waist on the spot.

Wu Tieshou's eyes narrowed, and he stopped dodging.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, assumed a stance that was neither too far forward nor too backward, crossed his arms to protect himself, and forcefully used his forearms to block the leopard's thunderous kick.

A dull thud, like a hammer striking a cowhide drum.

Wu Tieshou swayed, and several cracks appeared in the blue bricks beneath his feet.

Using the recoil from the kick, the leopard flipped in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

"What a hard bone!"

The leopard shook its numb right leg, its voice behind the mask carrying a hint of surprise.

Wu Tieshou lowered his arms, revealing a clear red mark on his two thick forearms.

"Your legs aren't weak either."

Wu Tieshou replied calmly.

After they separated, neither of them immediately attacked again. Instead, they faced each other from a distance of two or three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), using the time to adjust their breathing.

In the courtyard, apart from their heavy breathing, there was only the sound of the wind.

Hong Pu and the Liu brothers didn't dare to utter a sound.

They felt like they were watching a play, a play that could kill them at any moment.

Jiang Shaosheng is also working hard to recover.

He leaned against the wall, regulating his breathing and trying to dissipate the shockwave within his body.

The punch from the leopard had seriously injured him; his chest was still throbbing with pain.

He looked at the two people in the room, his mind racing with calculations.

These two are about the same skill level. If they really want to determine a winner, it will probably take a long time to fight.

Moreover, it seems that whoever wants to win will have to pay a considerable price.

Just then, the leopard suddenly moved.

Instead of charging forward as before, he lowered his body, almost touching the ground, and slid towards Wu Tieshou like a snake.

Ground-based kung fu!

Jiang Shaosheng was startled.

This kind of skill is extremely insidious and cunning, specifically targeting a person's lower body, making it impossible to defend against.

Sure enough, the leopard slid up to Wu Tieshou, and with one leg like an iron whip, swept towards Wu Tieshou's ankle while skimming the ground.

Wu Tieshou reacted quickly, immediately jumping back a step to avoid the sweep.

But the leopard's attack wasn't over yet.

His first move missed, and his other leg, like a scorpion's tail, hooked towards Wu Tieshou's other leg from an odd angle.

Wu Tieshou retreated repeatedly, while Jinqianbao relentlessly pursued him on the ground, using both hands and feet as if he were a persistent, lingering ailment.

For a moment, the scene looked as if Wu Tieshou was being forced into a retreat by Jin Qianbao, looking extremely disheveled.

"Is Wu Tou'er going to lose?"

Hongpu watched nervously and asked.

"Won't!"

Liu Wudao.

Although he was also nervous, he could tell that Wu Tieshou was retreating, but his steps were steady and his breathing was not disordered, indicating that he was still in control.

Jiang Shaosheng also noticed it.

Wu Tieshou was not retreating, but waiting.

While ground fighting techniques are tricky, their biggest weakness is that they are vulnerable to close-range suppression.

Once someone rides on top of you, it's all over.

Wu Tieshou was waiting for the perfect opportunity, an opportunity to suppress Jinqianbao in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, just as Jinqianbao used a scissor kick to twist Wu Tieshou's legs again, Wu Tieshou stopped retreating.

He stomped his foot suddenly, his body moving forward instead of backward, charging straight at the scissor kick.

At the same time, his body suddenly sank downwards, and he slammed his palm into the ground.

This palm strike didn't seem to be intended as an attack; it was more like a way to borrow force.

Using the reaction force from his assistant's palm striking the ground, he lifted his entire body half a foot higher, just enough to clear the leopard's deadly scissor legs.

His other hand, already poised to strike, slammed down on the leopard's shoulder like an eagle catching a chick!

This series of movements was so fast, it was dazzling to watch.

Golden Leopard was also taken aback; he hadn't expected Wu Tieshou to use this method to break his ground-walking skills.

Seeing that Wu Tieshou's claws were about to grip firmly, he also became ruthless.

He abandoned his attack, rolled on the ground, and narrowly avoided the grab.

Wu Tieshou missed his first strike, immediately withdrew his hand, and regained his footing.

The leopard also leaped up from the ground, putting distance between itself and Wu Tieshou once again.

This time, he did not attack immediately.

He looked at Wu Tieshou, whose breathing under the mask was noticeably heavier than before.

The series of ground-running maneuvers he had just performed had also taken a toll on him.

"Wu Tieshou, I admit, you are very strong."

The leopard slowly opened its mouth.

"But do you think that's all I'm capable of?"

As he spoke, he slowly pulled out a pair of objects from his waist.

They were a pair of oddly shaped short weapons, somewhat like judge's pens, but thicker and longer, with pointed tips and a crescent-shaped handguard on the side.

The weapon was entirely black, and under the moonlight, it gleamed with a cold, eerie light.

"My leopard fangs haven't seen blood in a long time."

The leopard gripped the leopard fang spikes with both hands and slowly rotated them.

"Today, I'll risk your life to sharpen their edge!"

When Wu Tieshou saw the weapon he took out, his expression changed slightly.

His chances of winning against a skilled opponent of the same level who is armed with a weapon are extremely slim.