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Chapter 1387: Is the Initial Stage Martial Saint Really This Defiant?

Boom!

The spear, carrying the might of an Evil Dragon, tore through the void and aimed directly at Xiao Zheng’s throat. The terrifying Gang Qi enveloping this spear was a simple measure of a Martial Artist’s strength - the denser the Gang Qi, the stronger they were. Now, the Gang Qi carried by this spear was enough to make even a Peak Martial Saint’s heart race.

Clearly, after seeing through Xiao Zheng’s realm, Lancelot was ready to use Gang Qi’s advantage to defeat him.

This was a brute and violent method, but it was usually very effective.

Unfortunately for Lancelot, he was facing Xiao Zheng. What he didn’t know was that Xiao Zheng, having refined the Golden Bone, wielded an inexhaustible and unparalleled Gang Qi that no one in this world could match.

"Mystical Sky Battle Sword!"

With a light shout, Xiao Zheng unleashed all the Gang Qi within him, surging like a torrent towards the Mystical Sky Battle Sword.

This time, Xiao Zheng mobilized nearly all the Gang Qi in his body, thus the Mystical Sky Battle Sword, infused with Xiao Zheng’s Gang Qi, emitted a golden brilliance more dazzling than the sun, and its terrifying power surged like a tsunami.

"Are you trying to risk your life? Haha." Lancelot sneered, steering the Evil Dragon’s shadow, spear in hand, charging at Xiao Zheng.

Boom!

The spear and battle sword collided without any flair, the earth-shattering roar resounding across the ten directions.

In this clash, they were evenly matched; their bodies shook, and both were forced to retreat.

"Hahaha, if I’m not mistaken, that sword strike just now exhausted all your Gang Qi, did it not?" Lancelot said with a cold smirk at Xiao Zheng.

"And I... Though that spear was costly, my Gang Qi inside is still thriving, I could stab out ten more times without any problem. What will you fight me with now?"

Lancelot looked at Xiao Zheng in the distance, trying to detect fear and panic in his eyes. Xiao Zheng’s silent appearance had initially made him very cautious. Later, discovering Xiao Zheng was at the Initial Stage Martial Saint, he felt deceived, very angry in his heart, so he wanted to use words to strike Xiao Zheng and let him experience the taste of fear.

"Can’t you see for yourself whether my Gang Qi is exhausted?"

Xiao Zheng smiled faintly.

With a thought.

Boom~~~

The violent Gang Qi surged out from his Gang Yuan, instantly filling every corner of his body. His Gang Qi was restored to the peak level, even slightly stronger than before!

"You... You..."

Lancelot’s eyes widened, speechless.

What is happening?

Wasn’t his opponent at the Initial Stage Martial Saint? That sword strike just now was earth-shattering and should have been at full power! Why is the opponent still lively as if unaffected?

"Lancelot, let’s go again."

Xiao Zheng said with a calm smile.

Boom!

The Mystical Sky Battle Sword ignited once again with golden flames, the flames illuminative, turning the surrounding space into a piercing gold.

"You must have taken some drug to awaken potential, but even so, what difference does it make? You could only swing another sword, still far from being my opponent!"

Lancelot gritted his teeth.

He was unwilling to believe that just a mere Initial Stage Martial Saint could possess such abundant and fierce Gang Qi, which must be from some cunning method.

Thinking thus, Lancelot’s eyes flashed cold.

Boom!

Once again, black Gang Qi coiled around the spear. Lancelot wielded the spear, controlling the shadow of the Evil Dragon, roaring, charging at Xiao Zheng.

Just like before, he intended to use a tyrannical force to destroy Xiao Zheng with one strike!

"If you want to play that, I’ll accompany you." Xiao Zheng advanced vigorously wielding the Mystical Sky Battle Sword, raising it high midway, cutting down fiercely, unleashing a terrifying Sword Qi stretching ten feet.

Boom!

Lancelot’s spear and the Sword Qi clashed madly in mid-air, the scene reminiscent of earth and sky crumbling, the ground shaking.

The Grandmasters avoided it from afar, not daring to approach the two, as a careless move might result in being caught by the crossfire, and such residual forces, they couldn’t withstand.

Boom!

Both were evenly matched, retreating violently. After stabbing two times in succession, Lancelot was feeling breathless, but seeing Xiao Zheng, his eyes almost popped out.

Xiao Zheng’s Gang Qi was inexhaustible, still at the pinnacle state just like at the beginning!

Even if Lancelot was a fool, by now he realized that Xiao Zheng hadn’t taken some potential-enhancing drug but possessed very unique abilities.

What on earth could it be? Able to make Gang Qi inexhaustible is terrifying!" Lancelot was shocked inside.

If there really is such a person, wouldn’t they be invincible?

After all, no matter how they fought, they’d never be fatigued! Someone like that would likely have no opponent in the same realm, possibly even fight across levels, and definitely not fear manpower tactics.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

As the Great General of the Werewolf Clan, Lancelot had seen many frightening figures, but rarely felt fear. Today was different; for the first time, he sensed a kind of fear.

The opponent was a true anomaly!

"Hmph, even if he is very special, what of it? He is, after all, at the Initial Stage Martial Saint. I am at the Late Stage Martial Saint, whether in experience or battle skill, or even the flexible use of Gang Qi, I am far superior to him."

In Lancelot’s mind, a thought quickly flashed, becoming confident again, "Next, I only need to use direct methods to subdue him!"

His gaze became sharp.

A spear-like sharp aura soared.

Lancelot decided to deploy some refined Blood Clan combat techniques.

Boom!

Suddenly, at this moment, he sensed a terrifying energy approaching, looked up, and immediately his soul flew away in terror, seeing Xiao Zheng wielding the Mystical Sky Battle Sword, slashing towards him again, with potent fervor.

This sword’s power was slightly stronger than previous ones, even Lancelot had to dodge, his body swiftly retreating.

But just after retreating, Lancelot’s expression froze, the hairs on his back stood on end, he felt himself locked on!