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'A formidable enemy indeed.'

He was an old man with one foot in the coffin, yet the pressure he exerted on Bailuo was even greater than the combined might of the five from the Luwei Family.

'Xiao Hei, isn't this guy going beyond the prescribed limits?'

Old Luwei's combat strength was even a notch higher than that of the old uncle, marking him as a true martial arts specialist.

"My apologies for the discourtesy," said the old man.

Old Luwei's movements were swift, not just in terms of physical speed, but every action he took was imbued with strange techniques.

The blind spot in one's vision, the angles where the eyes could not reach.

Although the old man was not a Miracle Troop Type, the moves he utilized were like abilities devoid of Miracle Power, or even Secret Skills.

"Bang!!"

"Oh?"

Seeing his strike blocked by a knife, Old Luwei smiled, "The right hand, huh?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You're different from them."

In an instant, Bailuo switched his knife to his right hand. He was confident he could overpower any of the five from the Luwei Family, but he dared not take Old Luwei lightly.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Indeed, Old Luwei's actions were smooth and flowing like drifting clouds and flowing water. Each move did not seem particularly forceful, but in a real clash, the pressure was far greater than that of Asura and Yellow Spring.

He was very strong, incredibly strong!

Nevertheless, Old Luwei was not a Miracle Citizen; his techniques were still within the domain of mortals and had not reached the realm of the extraordinary.

"How does Your Majesty find my performance?"

The two fought for nearly ten rounds with no clear victor.

The lack of a victor did not stem from Bailuo underestimating his opponent, but it was genuinely an evenly matched contest.

Old Luwei controlled his power very well; he had no intention of provoking Bailuo's Miracle Power to secure a defeat.

In a true battle to the death, Old Luwei would prefer to be cut down by Bailuo or to cut him down instead.

'So strong!'

Even without his Miracle Power and relying solely on his Heroic Level Constitution, Bailuo's current strength was more than ten times stronger than it had been during his Mortal Stage.

The power Old Luwei had inherited from the Miracle Descendants reached the Transcendent Level, second only to the Heroic Level.

His skill alone was enough to bridge the gap between Transcendent and Heroic Levels, just as the senior sister had effortlessly beaten Lu Anya; attributes did not mean everything.

'Not even the old uncle would be his match, right?'

Bailuo reached this conclusion: 'The skills of both parties aren't too different, but Old Luwei's physical constitution is at least five times that of the old uncle.'

With such a vast difference, it's no wonder the old uncle referred to Old Luwei as the martial expert of the team.

It's not that the old uncle was not excellent, but that their base attributes were too disparate.

"That's why I warned you to be careful," said the senior sister, observing from behind. "Ghost Princess and I are of a similar age with comparable talents. When we were children, the difference in our constitutions wasn't significant, and I could suppress her, but now..."

If the senior sister was still at the Mortal Stage, even if her talent surpassed that of the Ghost Princess, she likely couldn't face her in direct combat.

It's not that our forces aren't strong; it's just that the enemy has a Gundam.

In other words, if the Ghost Princess could become a Miracle Entity, her talent, though possibly not as high as the senior sister's, would still make her nearly second to none.

The senior sister is at the top, and the Ghost Princess is at least first-rate.

"They haven't been pushed to join forces until now," Bailuo checked the time, about 55 minutes remaining. "The Ghost Princess you mentioned hasn't even drawn her sword. Is she really that formidable?"

"Being cautious is the right approach."

Bailuo didn't dare engage in much conversation with his senior sister, fearing that this too might be considered cheating by the Black Leather Book.

"Old sir, you are very strong."

Bailuo said, "If you're willing, you could become my retainer."

"Just me?" Old Luwei replied. "I think a few of my grandchildren also possess such qualifications."

"Don't push your luck, old man!"

Bailuo: "You're already gasping for air, can't you see that?"

"If you were twenty years younger, you might be able to fight me without using Miracle Power," Bailuo: "Now? Within ten moves, you will be defeated!"

"Indeed."

Old Luwei sighed: "Although I don't know why Your Majesty treats us this way, my goal has been achieved."

"Hmm?"

In front of Bailuo, Old Luwei suddenly bent down, and behind him, a Cross Longspear with an astonishing gale swept down diagonally, aiming for Bailuo!

[Danger pre...]

'Stop!'

In such a critical moment, a passive suddenly popped up, taking Bailuo by surprise, and he quickly suppressed it.

This passive ability allowed Bailuo to see parts of destiny's trajectory, much like future sight, a Superior Protection that was a level stronger than 'intuition'.

"Bang!"

Bailuo forcefully took Yellow Spring's sweeping strike, and as Old Luwei backed away, his place was taken by Asura, young and strong with natural god-like strength.

Bailuo had experienced Asura's Dual Blade Style before, and with no choice left, Bailuo had to hold the blade with both hands. After taking a strike from Asura, he immediately switched to holding the blade with his left hand.

"Tsk! Not this again!"

Asura was nearly driven to tears by frustration: "How much more could you possibly look down on me?"

'I don't look down on you.'

Bailuo thought to himself: 'It's that you're too strong. If I clash blades with you a few times, my Super Monstrous Strength is going to go berserk.'

Bailuo actually held Asura in high regard, but he couldn't show it; otherwise, he would give himself away. The Black Leather Book did not recognize a trifling ritual of acknowledgment.

"A lion, even in decline, is still a lion, while a rabbit, no matter how high it hops, still remains a rabbit!"

While fending off Asura, Bailuo continued with his provocative words: "I'm not like those guys who have to go all out even against a rabbit."

"Ah!!!!"

Asura exploded with anger, feeling he had met the nemesis of his life.

Asura was not someone who easily got angry. Only two things could infuriate him, one being Yellow Spring, and the second, the man before him who clearly didn't take him seriously at all.

"Your words are well spoken, I feel the same way!"

In the midst of a life-and-death struggle, Yellow Spring actually wanted to laugh with delight, as seeing Yellow Spring humbled brought pleasure.

"You!"

"Swoosh!"

But before Asura could scold Yellow Spring, the flash of a blade, and Yellow Spring's shoulder armor was shattered with a loud bang.

"A cat and a rabbit," Bailuo's cold voice, sharp as a blade, pierced Yellow Spring's heart: "What's the difference?"

Having said that, Bailuo raised his hand to strike Yellow Spring, who was falling, delivering a second blade.

'I'm going to die!'

In that instant, Yellow Spring felt the breath of death, her pupils constricted, no longer in the mood to mock Asura.

"Be careful!"

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In this critical moment, Asura stepped in front of Yellow Spring, helping her block Bailuo's blade.

But this strike, because it was too hasty, neither Asura nor Yellow Spring could fully defend against it, and it also meant that one of them was bound to fall because of it.

"The two of you, it's time to leave the stage."

The first blade missed the vital spot, the second blade was blocked by Asura, but the third blade...

'Can't dodge it!'

This thought simultaneously flashed through the minds of Asura and Yellow Spring.