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"Hmph, it's just a recovery of strength, not a true increase in strength!" Jiang Qisha snorted coldly. His keen perception, like that of a well-trained hunting dog, instantly captured the change in Ye Chongren's aura. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes. Relying on years of rich combat experience and unparalleled observation skills, he accurately judged Ye Chongren's current state in just a moment - he had merely recovered his strength, not achieved a substantial improvement in strength.

"But even if I recover, what good will it do? Thinking I can turn the tide of the battle with just this? That's wishful thinking!" Jiang Qisha pondered to himself, subconsciously clenching his fists. Despite his current physical condition, his fighting ability was reduced to a mere tenth, his body covered in wounds, and every breath piercing with pain, his eyes still revealed an innate confidence and arrogance as he faced Ye Chongren.

This confidence stemmed from his unparalleled noble birth. As a top genius in the core region of the Heavenly Origin Land, he had lived in a world of glory and acclaim since childhood, enjoying the finest cultivation resources and the highest-quality education. His blood flowed with an ancient and powerful power, a power that countless people dreamed of but could never achieve. Coupled with his unparalleled magical powers, and the endless reverence and admiration he had received from those around him since childhood, these factors, like solid foundations, forged his unbreakable confidence and pride.

Ye Chongren was naturally well aware of the vast gap between himself and Jiang Qisha. Although his strength had returned to peak form, he knew in his heart that this was far from enough to bridge the gap between them. He raised his head slightly, his gaze deep and determined, staring silently ahead, lost in deep thought.

"Although I have recovered my peak strength now, and Jiang Qisha was seriously injured and exhausted in the battle with Yuan Po, these still cannot change the current situation of the disparity in strength between him and me. If I want to win this battle, I must find another way and come up with other solutions." Ye Chongren repeatedly weighed various possibilities in his mind, his brain working rapidly, not missing any possible opportunity.

Looking back at the previous battle, the reason his combat power had been so dramatically increased in such a short period of time was, on the one hand, due to the use of the forbidden technique "Divine Bloodthirst," which increased his physical strength in a short period of time; on the other hand, it was due to the suppression effect of divine power. Thinking of this, Ye Chongren's eyes suddenly gleamed. "Oh right! Divine power! How could I have almost forgotten about it!" he exclaimed inwardly.

Ye Chongren knew very well that he still had a great advantage that could change the situation of the battle, and that was the mysterious divine power derived from practicing the Wandao Shenhai Jing.

This divine power, like a sharp divine weapon capable of restraining all evil forces, possessed a powerful suppressive effect, effectively restraining Jiang Qisha's power. In previous battles, he had consumed some of this divine power, successfully increasing his combat effectiveness to an astonishing degree.

At this moment, at this critical moment of life and death, he can only pin all his hopes on this mysterious divine power.

Suddenly, under the gazes of everyone filled with doubt and expectation, Ye Chongren slowly closed his eyes. His expression gradually became as calm as water, and the surging aura around him quickly subsided at this moment. It was as if he had instantly transformed from a majestic god of war into an ordinary, harmless mortal.

"What's going on? Is he going to surrender with his eyes closed?" Seeing this, Hongdie showed a sarcastic smile on her face. She did not hide her inner contempt and disdain. She squinted her eyes and spoke in an almost mocking tone.

In her eyes, Ye Chongren's actions at this moment were undoubtedly a sign of cowardice, a sign of fear and submission to Jiang Qisha's absolute strength. In her opinion, Jiang Qisha was the only one worthy of being called a strong man in this world, and Ye Chongren was just an overconfident clown. His actions at this moment only confirmed her view.

Jiang Qisha's already furrowed brows twisted into a single, crisscross pattern when he saw Ye Chongren's actions. A strong sense of unease welled up in his heart, and an inexplicable intuition told him that he couldn't let Ye Chongren continue like this. However, he couldn't explain why he felt this way.

It was clear that the gap between Ye Chongren and him was as vast as heaven and earth in terms of strength, and he had never taken Ye Chongren seriously before. But for some reason, facing Ye Chongren at this moment, his heart could not help but place him in the position of his most powerful enemy.

This kind of hostile position cannot be occupied simply because the other party is an enemy. In Jiang Qisha's heart, this position has an extremely special meaning.

He had seen too many people who attempted to challenge his authority, such as Huang Taiji and others. Although those people were full of hatred for him and even wanted to kill him at all costs, in his eyes, those people were just a group of insignificant ants and were not worth his attention.

Because in his opinion, the gap in strength between the two sides is too big, just like an elephant and an ant. How could an elephant take the ant seriously?

However, Ye Chongren was different. His appearance seemed to break Jiang Qisha's original cognition and made him feel an unprecedented threat for the first time.