Master of Strange Dao

He simply had a natural talent for combat that far surpassed mine.

"Just watch, and when the village chief faces the danger of falling, then intervene.

Furthermore, this guy's Qi Veins are indeed long-lasting, but there doesn't seem to be any extremely explosive killer moves.

Perfect for the village chief. Also, don't underestimate the village chief as a Seventh Tier Body Cultivation."

In the distance, after a time equivalent to one incense stick, the village chief remained calm, showing no signs of exhaustion.

Cui Changping, on the other hand, also showed little sign of fatigue.

The two seemed prepared to continue dragging it out.

The village chief's attack speed grew faster and faster, but the opponent's secret technique activation speed was swift; he couldn't find an opportunity to advance within ten miles.

A surge of Qi, stuck in his chest, refused to be vented.

He grew increasingly anxious, his eyes turning redder and redder, and finally, with a low roar, he spat out a mouthful of Demonic Qi.

Upon seeing this, Yang's eyes lit up, and he immediately spoke to Yu Ziqing.

"Tell those hungry ghosts to restrain their aura. Don't bother with the village chief. Spitting out this Qi puts outsiders in a dire situation of imminent death, but for us, it's actually the most suitable."

The village chief expelled a mouthful of Demonic Qi, and its presence within him churned and erupted continuously. His aura soared straight upward once again.

In an instant, he transformed into a figure standing over ten feet tall, with muscles like blue stone. His skin was covered with cracks that turned into blood-red runes.

His Qi-Blood surged by tens of times in a flash, and fierce faces emerged in the Demonic Qi, only to be crushed in his hand with a slap.

He stood there, floating in the air, his eyes deep and calm after entering the Devilic state.

"I'm going to beat you to death with my fists."

A breath later, the village chief shattered a Big Handprint, advancing within a three-mile radius of Cui Changping.

The village chief launched a punch with pure physical strength, its power transforming into a rapidly spinning, gigantic spear that crossed the three-mile distance in an instant.

The Defense Magic Treasure hanging above Cui Changping's head emitted a cracking sound, displaying a fissure running through it.

The remaining power even penetrated his defenses and struck against his Protective Divine Light.

Cui Changping grunted, stepping back several miles, his brow slightly furrowed.

With just a single strike, he knew he couldn't defeat the opponent.

After entering the Devilic state, his strength surged tens of times, his speed multiplied several times, fast enough that even he couldn't keep up with the opponent's tempo.

Knowing his death was inevitable, he struck his chest with a palm, actively loosening his mind, and entered the Devilic state on the spot.

His power also doubled, seemingly reversing a bit of the disadvantage for a moment, managing to keep the village chief at a distance of six or seven miles.

If he could avoid such a Body Cultivation from getting close, he'd have a good chance at victory.

But the village chief just watched him enter the Devilic state, eyes full of murderous intent.

"Just putting up a desperate struggle."

He lifted his foot, and runes appeared on both feet, power swiftly circulating throughout his body.

In just a moment, the village chief appeared within a three-mile distance from Cui Changping.

With every step the village chief took, he left behind the imprint of each foot in mid-air.

He drew increasingly close to Cui Changping.

Yet, he didn't attack until he was within a foot of Cui Changping, at which point the village chief threw a punch.

"Ten Directions, Blast Fist."

As the punch was launched, an enormous fist imprint formed and swiftly condensed onto the village chief's fist, releasing with one punch.

The Magical Treasure hanging above Cui Changping's head shattered into powder, and Divine Light collapsed.

Cui Changping unleashed all his secret techniques, turning into a tunneling light, but the village chief's figure maintained a constant distance within a foot of him.

The muffled sounds of thumping echoed like thunder cracking across the sky.

In a flash, a beam of Divine Light darted tens of miles across the sky, disrupting the heavens.

Yang retracted his dragon-like sight, sighing deeply.

"This is outrageous..."

"What happened?"

"The village chief awakened a Divine Skill again, a half-step Divine Skill."

"What do you mean?"

"Even though he found it so hard to get close, and despite him being merely a pure Body Cultivation, he was cornered into awakening a half-step so easily. Who could he possibly reason with?

And a half-step Divine Skill offers several choices, and the village chief's choice is the favorite among body cultivation fanatics, called Half-Step More.

Did you see it? Even if that guy is faster, just getting hit once, getting close once, he has no chance of escape.

When the village chief performs Half-Step More, he can maintain a close combat state throughout.

There's no need to watch anymore, that guy is already dead."

No sooner had Yang finished speaking than the tunneling light in the sky began to implode from within.

Around Cui Changping, four Magical Treasures lined with cracks shattered into dust.

The village chief didn't resort to using the Ten Directions Divine Skill, nor did he activate the Jinlan Secret Skill.

He simply used his most ordinary punches, one after another, landing on Cui Changping's Protective Divine Light.

His body dropped straight down from the sky, head over heels, maintaining the close combat state with both fists.

As the two fell from the sky, they exploded into a massive crater on the ground with a boom.

Moments later, Cui Changping's entire body was like limp noodles, his bones shattered, blood spewing continuously from his mouth, his skull deformed, his consciousness blurry, his Qi Sea forcibly shattered, yet he hung on by a thread.

Engulfed in black-red flames, as if a Divine Devil had descended, the village chief dragged Cui Changping by one foot, like a dead dog, pulling him out of the pit, heading towards Jinlan Mountain.

"Yang, do you think this is enough? It seems like the village chief has grown even stronger. Should we still search in the future?"

Yang glanced at the village chief's form of a Divine Devil descending, swallowed hard, and replied,

"I think in the future, if you encounter something you can't handle, you'd better come back and find the village chief..."