I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

A hoarse voice whispered in Ling Ziyun and Xu Jiayin's ears, like a ghost.

The smiles on their faces froze.

Xu Jiayin's pupils contracted sharply, her face filled with disbelief and utter horror:

"impossible!"

The self-destructing iron man she made herself was powerful enough to kill a seventh-rank martial artist wearing the Ink Clan armor!

This person... is actually unharmed!

But she didn't have time to think about it.

The shadowy figure's attacks were like maggots clinging to bones, the blade flashing.

Even with little combat experience, Xu Jiayin's body could still sense danger.

She subconsciously pushed the control stick of the flying torch, and eight mechanical arms exploded like a peacock spreading its tail. Four of them crossed in front of her to withstand the blade light that was slashing towards her!

"Bang!!!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The four tentacles were cleaved backward, but they managed to block the attack.

The other four tentacles circled around from both sides, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, piercing straight into the shadowy figure's ribs and back!

Each mechanical arm was handcrafted by a fifth-grade Mo Sect cultivator.

Four defensive lines and four counter-attack lines combine offense and defense seamlessly, leaving no room for error.

At the same time, Xu Jiayin's face also turned much paler.

Her control of flying torches in battle consumed an astonishing amount of spiritual energy.

The Flying Torch is indeed a fifth-grade spiritual artifact of the Ink Clan.

That was the limit that she could control with her seventh-grade cultivation level.

The dark figure snorted coldly and swung his long sword back.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Four loud explosions rang out, and all four tentacles were shaken apart.

The immense force emanating from the blade was transmitted through the tentacles to the flying torch itself, causing Xu Jiayin and the flying torch to be knocked back three steps, her hands going numb.

The shadowy figure's body faintly emitted a golden light, and despite the impact of the attack, it showed no sign of retreating, instead stepping forward.

A glimmer of hope shone in Xu Jiayin's eyes.

Because just as the shadowy figure swung his knife to block, Ling Ziyun moved.

The combat style of a seventh-grade medical practitioner.

They don't attack head-on, they only exploit loopholes.

His figure, like a ghost, drifted to the left of the shadowy figure.

That position was a blind spot for the sword-wielding man, the instant the shadowy figure had exhausted his old strength and had not yet generated new strength.

Three silver needles slipped from my hand!

One thorn pierces the back of the neck, two thorns pierce the waist.

They are not vital points, but they are all key points for a martial artist to exert his power.

If the stab hits, the shadowy figure's lower body will be numb for half an hour.

In a split second, Xu Jiayin's tentacles were enough to turn him into a sieve.

The shadowy figure didn't even look, and reached behind him with his other hand.

He held the three silver needles in his palm.

"What?!"

Ling Ziyun's pupils suddenly contracted.

The dark figure slowly turned its head, grinned, and opened its palm. The huge palm, along with its entire arm, was now radiating a rich golden light.

It looked as if gold paint had been applied to his entire arm.

The tips of the three silver needles still shimmered with a ghostly blue venom, yet they had no effect whatsoever on the golden arm.

There were no superfluous words.

His five fingers gleamed with gold as he clenched them.

With a "crack", he crushed the three silver needles into iron powder!

Ling Ziyun's expression changed drastically: "A martial arts master with supernatural powers!!"

Although it was just a fleeting glimpse.

He saw it very clearly.

The person in front of me had an entire arm that was faintly radiating a golden light!

It is clearly a metal-type supernatural power among the Five Elements supernatural powers!

The martial arts system is the most skilled in combat, and a seventh-rank martial artist, plus physical supernatural abilities!

There is absolutely no chance today!!

He suddenly looked up at Xu Jiayin: "Run!"

That's too late.

The dark figure took a step forward, covering three zhang in one stride, and swept his long sword horizontally!

This strike had no fancy moves, only pure, overwhelming power!

The wind howled through the blade, and the martial will condensed on its blade was so intense that even the air seemed to mourn!

Ling Ziyun retreated hastily, his hands flashing out in quick succession, seven silver needles emitting a soft, milky-white light, shooting out like a torrential rain!

The shadowy figure didn't try to dodge at all.

The silver needles pierced his body, penetrating three-tenths of an inch into his flesh, and then...

Stopped.

Not only his arms, but also his waist and abdomen radiated golden light.

"We're doomed."

Ling Ziyun's heart sank.

His silver needles were coated with a special anesthetic made by the Medical School.

A stab to a seventh-rank martial artist would paralyze him for at least three breaths.

But the person in front of him only stiffened slightly before continuing to swing his knife!

The blade flashed, its sharpness gleaming, aiming straight for Ling Ziyun's waist and abdomen!

Ling Ziyun used all her strength to twist her body and retreat violently to the left front!

However, he was still a little too slow.

"Bang!!!"

The blade was unstoppable, striking his abdomen with unerring accuracy!

Just as the blade reached his abdomen.

A jade pendant of emerald green at Ling Ziyun's waist emitted a rich light, forming a transparent aura that blocked the sharp blade's gleam.

Then, the jade pendant shattered like glass, turning into dust...

Even so, Ling Ziyun was sent flying three zhang away like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground, rolling several times, and remaining motionless.

"A walking pharmacy!!"

Xu Jiayin's eyes were bloodshot; she had no idea that Ling Ziyun possessed a protective jade pendant.

They assumed that Ling Ziyun, after being stabbed, was already dead...

The dark figure flicked the blood off his knife, looked at her, and remained expressionless.

"Tap, tap..."

The sound of footsteps in the darkness felt like each step was striking Xu Jiayin's heart.

Xu Jiayin gritted her teeth and frantically poured her last bit of spiritual power into the core spirit crystal of the flying torch.

Eight robotic arms rose simultaneously, each end of which sprang out a sharp blade.

On both sides of the flying torch, two rows of hidden compartments were also opened, revealing a dense array of small mechanisms inside.

Thirty-six fist-sized "iron bees," each capable of independent flight and self-destruction attacks.

This is her trump card.

At the same time, her left hand subconsciously reached into her bosom, wanting to take out the "spirit replenishing liquid" and drink it to replenish her depleted spiritual power.

But they found nothing.

"..." Xu Jiayin's lips twitched.

The Spirit Replenishing Elixir... it seems she personally gave it to Cheng Laiyou so he could break through to the next level.

The shadowy figure resembled a completely impenetrable wall.

It also resembles a majestic, unmoving mountain.

He calmly responded to Xu Jiayin's attack, his voice still deep and hoarse:

"It's a real shame you got to use this torch."

Then he took a step forward.

The longsword danced, forming an impenetrable curtain of blades.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—"

Amidst the dense clang of metal, all thirty-six iron bees were shot down!

Not a single one was left!

Xu Jiayin's heart sank.

The dark figure had already rushed to the side of the flying torch.

He swung his longsword, the blade brimming with violent blood energy, and slashed at the spiritual energy crystal on the side of the flying torch!

"Snap!"

All eight robotic arms froze simultaneously, drooping limply.

Xu Jiayin and the flying torch crashed to the ground, rolling twice, looking utterly disheveled.

She struggled to get up, but a foot was already on her wrist.

"ah!!"

Xu Jiayin screamed, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

The shadowy figure remained expressionless.

His foot was pressing down on Xu Jiayin's right wrist, making the bones creak.

"Where is the Mysterious Pearl?"

The shadowy figure looked down at her, its voice calm.

Xu Jiayin gritted her teeth, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and stared intently at him.

The shadowy figure tilted its head.

"Not going to tell?"

He exerted force with his foot.

"Snap!"

Xu Jiayin's right wrist bone is fractured.