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Seeing Ling Yan appear at the last moment, Pang forced his eyes to light up. He thought that Ling Yan wouldn't be able to retreat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to show off in front of his goddess.

"Heh, boy, you're a bit bold. How do you want me to play with you?" Pang Qiang forcefully lifted his head as he gently looked at Ling Yan and said.

He wanted to use long-range attacks to make Ling Yan jump up and down, but he was unable to control himself. In the end, he got tired of using his sword to cut Ling Yan's skin time and time again, causing Ling Yan to feel his blood gradually drain away.

Two hours before the start of the final battle, Pang forced himself to apply the dissolving water onto his silver sword. He did not dare to forget Ouyang Chao's orders.

When he thought of how Ling Yan would become like a little bug after today, unable to stand up and could only writhe on the ground in pain, a cruel smile appeared on Pang Qiang's face.

Seeing Pang Qiang's arrogant expression as if he didn't even put him in his eyes, Ling Yan smiled and said, "Please don't use your lungs to talk."

"What?" Pang Qiang was puzzled, he did not understand what Ling Yan was talking about, and he wondered why Ling Yan was talking so casually.

"Because what you said was nonsense!" Ling Yan smirked.

"Sh * t, you're courting death!" Pang Qiang raised his eyebrows. He unsheathed his silver sword and shot out a sharp sword light, "Let's see if you can block this father's sword energy!"

While Pang Qiang was speaking, the white stream of sword Qi cut through the air and arrived in front of Ling Yan in an instant.

Ling Yan's expression was calm as he received a full-powered strike that was comparable to the full power of an ordinary third stage Natal Stage martial artist. He rotated his blood and Qi, lifted his arm and placed it in front of his face.

"This fool, using his arm to receive Pang Qiang's sword qi, is he crazy!?"

"This arm is going to be crippled …"

In the next second, everyone's eyes widened. Why?

"Whoosh ~ ~" The white colored sword beam landed on Ling Yan's arm, and seemed to have hit a steel plate. It only left a shallow mark, but it instantly shattered.

In the blink of an eye, the shallow mark returned to its original state.

"It's nothing more than that." Ling Yan shook his finger at Pang Bo with a faint smile.

"Die!"

Pang Qiang was so angry that his eyebrows jumped, "Shua shua shua ~" A sharp sword qi once again shot out from his silver sword. After infusing Pang Qiang's true essence, the sword qi's surroundings seemed to emit a cold chill, and the sound of air exploding could be heard!

Ling Yan's eyes flashed with a bright light as he quickly raised his fists and punched the incoming sharp sword Qi three times. "Bang bang bang ~" The three sharp sword Qis were all shattered by Ling Yan's fist.

"This, Ling Yan's physical body has such a strong defense, it's even comparable to some fine steel armor. Is a peak Second Stage Mortal Body Cultivator's defense so strong!?"

"Peak of the Second Stage of the Common Birth Stage?! "If you didn't say it, then I wouldn't have noticed, but isn't this progress too fast? It's only been a month since reaching the peak of the Second Stage of the Mortal Nascent Stage. The absorption rate for a martial artist at this stage isn't high, what talent does Ling Yan have?"

"I remember hearing someone say that he had a superior second-grade martial talent." Someone recalled and said.

"Impossible!" How can a second-rate martial arts talent have such a fast cultivation speed! " Some people immediately retorted. This kind of speed of advancement was probably only achievable with the help of the Bear Heart Pill, a superior fourth-grade, or even fifth-grade martial talent.

What no one knew was that Ling Yan's martial talent was no longer a top grade two martial talent. One of the heaven-defying functions of the "Berserk Golden Body Technique" was that it could increase one's cultivation speed. Every time a martial artist's cultivation increased by a large realm, their cultivation speed would double.

When Ling Yifan was at the first stage of gestation, his cultivation speed was already comparable to a martial artist with superior third-grade talent. When he advanced to the second stage, his cultivation speed was equivalent to a martial artist with superior fourth-grade talent.

During Pang's two powerful attacks, Ling Yan's body did not move at all. He only casually raised his arm and waved his fist a few times to block the attacks. Pang Mu was like a clown as he continued to play.

"How is this possible? Your cultivation base!" Pang Qiang was shocked. When Ling Yan had broken through the Thousand Military Array, hadn't he already eaten the Bearheart Pill? How could his cultivation soar so fast after three days?!

"Can you do it?"

Ling Yan couldn't help but laugh as he looked at Pang Qiang. His gaze was filled with ridicule.

This seemed to be the eighty-eighth rank of the fake Thousand Military Array.

Pang Qiang was enraged. He had been looked down upon, and he was a freshman with a cultivation base at the peak of the Second Stage!

Good, very good! Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish!