Chapter 320: A Slight Strength Advantage Means a Lifetime of Superiority

Chapter 320: An Inch More, A Lifetime Stronger

"Wu Liu Zhi Ge, you're destined to die under the banner of war today!"

Huang Shimao's body crouched in a tiger's stance, towering over the figure pinned beneath his gun.

All his strength poured into the long spear held before him, the internal power of the Yellow Heaven Gate surging down like blazing celestial might.

High above, he surveyed all beneath him.

The overwhelming internal force swept away the blazing heat wrapped around the Brocade Spring Sword, relentlessly invading Li Jun's flesh, bones, and sinews.

At that moment, not only his body trembled, but even the ink armor covering his skin emitted a faint, mournful cry.

The red eyes within his helmet dimmed, like a dying torch in the wind, about to be extinguished.

Cold air carried the thick stench of blood into his nostrils, while the clatter of swords from the infantry above drilled into his ears like a whetstone sharpening a blade, grinding at Li Jun's fighting spirit within.

"An inch stronger, a lifetime stronger. Do you understand this principle? Then let me teach you!"

Huang Shimao raised his gun and struck Li Jun's shoulder, shattering the armor completely.

The Brocade Spring Sword's thick blade pressed against his shoulder, grinding into the exposed, pale bone.

Li Jun's skin tightened, his jaw clenched like a gate, desperately blocking the hot blood surging into his throat.

Blood and gore churned between his lips, agony surged through his limbs.

Clang!

Another thunderous strike of the gun.

Li Jun's pupils suddenly dilated, his senses as if all stripped away in that instant.

The wind and snow muffled all sound, silence reigned.

Only the pounding of his heart in his chest grew louder, clearer.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Clang!

The ground beneath Li Jun's left knee shattered completely. His Brocade Spring Sword flew from his hand, slicing into the distant snow.

His flesh convulsed, bones cracked in anguish.

Cold death began to spread through his body, everything seemed settled like dust.

"Li Jun, get up for me! Even if we die, we'll die on our feet!"

The red eyes within erupted a defiant roar, accompanied by the humming of the ink armor's core, a feral vibration.

Li Jun gave no response, his drooping head barely closed his eyes, crimson blood tracing a path from his mouth, as if already fainting.

Boom!

At that moment, a thunderous "Beiwei" gunshot rang from afar, like thunder crashing into his chaotic mind.

Clang! Clang!

The bronze door lock violently shook, the genes within struggling against the shackles before them.

A fresh, vibrant life force surged through the "crack" between the doors, instantly dispelling all cold death.

"In the next life, let's have a good embryo, let's not be a dog that doesn't know the sky's height or the earth's depth!"

Huang Shimao raised his gun with one arm, his eyes filled with arrogance and disdain.

Whoosh!

The tiger-headed gun streaked through the air like a rainbow, cleaving toward the drooping head before him!

Suddenly, a pair of scorching, blazing eyes plunged into Huang Shimao's gaze.

"Huh?!"

His face withered, blood drained from his cheeks.

The Dragon and Tiger energies darted in and out of his mouth and nose!

The Tiger and Leopard thunderous roars echoed within his sinews and bones!

Thick blue armor plates emerged on his bare skin, even his fists wrapped within them.

Li Jun erupted from a massive blaze, his half-fallen body suddenly rising, a fist striking the broken gun.

Clang!

The blue armor shattered, blood splashed everywhere.

The spear trembled, humming.

The tiger-headed spear flew from Huang Shimao's hand, spinning down behind him.

"You kid, next time, can you make your wind-up a bit shorter? You nearly killed me with that!"

The red eyes carried a voice of bewildered panic, urgently halting the ink armor's core, which was already on the brink of self-destruction.

Li Jun, launching a counterattack from the direst of circumstances, naturally gave Huang Shimao no chance to recover.

Seeing his fingers gripping Huang Shimao's shoulder, the brutal, savage tearing force erupted from his fingertips.

Seventh-Level Skill: Splitting Tendons, Breaking Bones!

With a sound of armor warping and cracking, a large chunk of blood and flesh was torn from Huang Shimao's shoulder.

The spilled blood stained Li Jun's cold, pale face. His attack did not cease.

Fifth-Level Step, Assaulting the Step, pressing toward his opponent's chest center, his elbow thrust out, like a ferocious tiger emerging from a gully, directly striking Huang Shimao's heart!

Eighth-Level Skill: Eight Extremities Fist!

At the moment his elbow tip reached his opponent's heart, Huang Shimao finally realized Li Jun's sudden burst, his hands crossing to block in front.

Yet, even so, the hastily formed defense was shattered by Li Jun's direct strike, his elbow smashing into his chest!

Thud.

From a blocked punch to this moment, this was Huang Shimao's first retreat.

He slid backward on the snow, then stood still, a fresh trickle of blood spurting from his mouth.

"A bit of something, a pity it's not much."

In Li Jun's cold, indifferent eyes, Huang Shimao wiped his mouth, his expression light, tearing off the tattered shoulder armor, tossing it to the ground.

"Still don't understand the depth of the gap between the sequences, do you? Without internal power, all martial arts are rootless, like floating lotus leaves, easily defeated."

His bare torso resembled a sculpture by the most refined ink artisan, every muscle line nearly perfect.

Only the shallow depression at his heart, glaringly conspicuous.

"The Yellow Heaven is above, unparalleled in physique!"

Huang Shimao's eyes still held arrogance, his form vanished from the spot.

Cold, damp air filled Li Jun's painful lungs, his distorted face clear in his vision, inches away in a blink!

Huang Shimao's fist surged forward, Li Jun's elbow blocked it, his right foot sweeping beneath, a chilling whoosh driving straight at Huang Shimao's chest. Huang Shimao pressed his elbow down, blocking Li Jun's heel, turning his fist into a claw, gripping his ankle.

Li Qian’s response was equally swift; as the grip on his wrist tightened, he lifted himself up, using the momentum to swing his leg forward toward the opponent’s solar plexus!

In the midst of the chaos, his eyes narrowed sharply. This movement was no new trick—it was the very essence of the Eight Extremes in action!

In that critical moment, Li Qian’s right arm contracted suddenly, his wrist shielding the blood on his shoulder as he pushed forward with force. It was as if the storm of battle had finally settled, leaving him unsteady.

His pupils darted inward, and the gesture felt instinctive, a testament to the power he had harnessed.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the tension—unfamiliar, yet urgent. “Old Li, are you still alright?”

He shook his head, unable to suppress a faint smile. “Not bad, I suppose. But I still have a few moves left.”

Then, from the shadows, a voice rang out—sharp, unfamiliar.