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Chapter 405: Cao Shaqing's Trump Card

Yang Qi's words echoed the question on many people's minds.

Cao Shaqing had clearly used a Secret Technique to enhance the combat power of his Magic Artifact. The problem was that it certainly had a time limit, though no one knew its duration. Undoubtedly, once that time was up, Cao Shaqing would likely no longer be a match for the boss of the Qifei Group.

"How could this bastard be so strong! It's simply unbelievable!"

The members of the Thunder Sect were fuming. The people from the Kong Family were the most displeased of all. They desperately wanted to see Yang Qi suffer a setback, but he hadn't. This infuriated them.

Cao Shaqing exhaled a turbid breath, his eyes fixed on Yang Qi. "I truly didn't expect you could push me this far. No wonder you dared to come here alone. However, when you witness my true strength, you will understand just how foolish you've been. I had originally intended to save this move as a trump card. It looks like today, I'll have to use it!" A smile bloomed on Cao Shaqing's face. He wasn't afraid; on the contrary, he was brimming with confidence.

Suddenly, with a great roar, Cao Shaqing's aura changed. His muscles bulged and swelled, and his skin gradually turned a golden color, as if he were one of the legendary Eighteen Bronze Men. He looked anything but simple.

"Yang Qi, I can feel that you must have practiced the Vajra Body Refining Technique. Unfortunately for you, I have also practiced Body Refining Techniques!"

Cao Shaqing's voice seemed to have grown heavier. The next moment, he roared again, brandishing his war saber as he lunged at Yang Qi. He couldn't afford to waste time, as the Combat Power boost to his war saber was about to expire. He had to seize this moment to finish off Yang Qi.

CLANG!

Yang Qi swung his black longsword to block Cao Shaqing's strike. In that instant, he felt a terrifying force slam into him, like a rampaging beast. Though he planted his feet firmly, he was still sent flying back more than ten meters, carving long gouges into the ground. Both of his arms went numb.

"Cao Shaqing still had a trump card! It's over! The boss of the Qifei Group is finished! He must have already used his full strength!"

"Yeah, who would have thought that old fox Cao Shaqing had something like this up his sleeve? I'm lucky I didn't rashly challenge him, or he would have annihilated me!"

"Even if he won all the previous battles, if he loses this one, it's a complete defeat!"

"Not necessarily. Who's to say the boss of the Qifei Group doesn't have a trump card of his own? We're just assuming he's gone all out. But is he really?"

"Impossible. He's already done incredibly well to last this long. How could he possibly be holding back? Don't forget, he's fighting Cao Shaqing!"

"Besides, the Qifei Group's boss is likely only in his thirties or forties. How much time could he have had to cultivate Martial Arts?"

"I also don't think it's likely!"

"This battle is over!"

When Cao Shaqing revealed his trump card, the crowd finally realized how terrifying he truly was. Everyone thought he was going to win. He was going to kill Yang Qi!

Lei Yingying bit her lip so hard it bled. "What do we do? What do we do? Master is in danger! Cao Shaqing is this powerful! He'll never let Master go."

"Calm down," Lei Tingjun said worriedly. "If things get dire, we'll intervene. Mr. Yang cannot be allowed to die!" Lei Qingtian's beard trembled.

Only Uncle Jian remained calm and composed, as if he could see through everything on the battlefield. Yang Qi's aura remained steady, so he deduced that he still had a move in reserve.

The members of the Thunder Sect were the most excited of all.

"Hahaha, the Sect Leader is truly invincible! So what if he's the boss of the Qifei Group? He's still going to die at our Sect Leader's hands!"

"Exactly! And to think he told us to surrender. He's completely delusional!"

On the battlefield, Cao Shaqing had suppressed Yang Qi with a flurry of consecutive attacks. He shouted excitedly, "Boss of the Qifei Group, see this? This is my true Combat Power! Even though the Secret Technique is about to wear off, I can still kill you before it does. This is the gap between us. You may be exceptionally talented, but unfortunately, that talent will die with you today."

Full of pride and arrogance, he completely dismissed Yang Qi. Cao Shaqing believed he had already won. He wanted to see panic on Yang Qi's face, to watch him lose his composure. To his disappointment, all he saw was a disdainful smile.

"You... you simply don't understand my power at all."

Since the battle began, Yang Qi had also been holding back a trump card.

Green Emperor Body!

Green flames erupted around him. Yang Qi's entire body began to radiate the Power of Life, and the black sword in his hand became wreathed in the pure green fire. Then, he swung his sword.

The strike precisely met Cao Shaqing's war saber. The green flames, seemingly alive, leaped toward Cao Shaqing.

BOOM!

A terrifying force exploded outward, sending Cao Shaqing flying! Cao Shaqing wasn't injured, but he couldn't control his body as he crashed to the ground.

"What? How can you still be getting stronger?!" Cao Shaqing couldn't understand. What kind of monster was the boss of the Qifei Group? To get even stronger at a time like this... Or had he been hiding his true power from the very beginning, just waiting for this moment?

"Kill!"

Without another word, having knocked Cao Shaqing back, Yang Qi charged forward again. His black sword stabbed toward Cao Shaqing's heart.

TING!

His golden skin possessed a terrifying defense. The sword hadn't penetrated it.

"Get away from me!" Cao Shaqing swung his war saber, forcing Yang Qi back. His mind was in turmoil. How could the boss of the Qifei Group be such a monster? To possess such terrifying Combat Power in his thirties or forties... If I don't kill him today, how will I ever be able to stop him in the future? He didn't know that Yang Qi was only twenty-five. If he did, he would have been scared to death.

The onlookers were completely stunned. They had thought Yang Qi was at the end of his rope, making a final desperate stand. Who could have imagined he would turn the tables once again?

Such tough skin! Yang Qi frowned. It seemed ordinary attacks wouldn't be able to pierce his opponent's body. However, he had experience dealing with heavily armored opponents. Any metal, once frozen, would inevitably become brittle.

The flames on the black sword vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness. Yang Qi attacked once more. Though Cao Shaqing prided himself on his defense, he didn't dare be careless, swinging his war saber to block. This time, however, Yang Qi dodged the war saber and stabbed him again in the same spot over his heart. Though the blade still didn't pierce the skin, an intense chill seeped into his body from the sword's tip. The golden skin around his heart instantly became brittle.