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Chapter 1122 - 1093: Annihilating the Shadow (Part 2)
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Chapter 1122: Chapter 1093: Annihilating the Shadow (Part 2)

The suddenly soaring momentum of Ye Lǜshou not only made Xiao Lin, who was watching from above, feel the dull pressure radiating from his body, but the shadowy figure just a few steps away bore the full brunt. That aura, mixed with killing intent and brutality, was like some primordial beast awakening, pouncing at the shadow with ferocious savagery.

His heart gave a slight tremor. That suffocating impact made the shadow instinctively want to slip aside and dodge, but just as his feet tapped the ground to evade, Ye Lǜshou’s vicious surge and explosive Body Technique made a burning light leap in his narrow eyes.

Xiao Lin had no intention of jumping down to join the battle; instead he grew curious about the shadow’s identity. A figure suddenly flashed through his mind, yet the name of that person seemed as if it had been erased, forever out of reach.

His pitch‑black eyes locked onto the battlefield below. Shrouded in thick smoke, this place also seemed to have been forgotten by those people. Even so, Xiao Lin still kept a sharp watch on the movements in all directions.

His body moved with his will. In the blink of an eye, the shadow who had made up his mind suddenly twisted his figure. Just as Ye Lǜshou’s charging body was about to slam into him, the shadow barely, almost perilously, slipped past the incoming Steel Rod. Two silver Steel Claws suddenly shot out from beneath the black robe, stabbing toward Ye Lǜshou’s chest.

"Good timing!" The shadow’s unexpected choice to close in for melee made Ye Lǜshou freeze for a split second, but he immediately snapped back and couldn’t help but roar his praise. The swinging Steel Rod smoothly twisted and smashed toward the shadow’s waist. At the same time, his feet launched a full‑force attack in midair, kicking viciously toward the shadow’s chest.

Clang... bang... A crisp clash and a muffled impact rang out almost simultaneously. Under Ye Lǜshou’s terrifying brute force, the shadow’s thin body was instantly flung away like a dead leaf. Yet just as Ye Lǜshou’s lean frame was about to land, the shadow’s body, blasted away, unbelievably came to an abrupt halt, then after a midair twist reversed and shot back at Ye Lǜshou. The Steel Claws extended outward, and under that horrifying burst of speed they even whipped up gusts of wailing, almost tangible yin wind.

Though his body had not yet fully steadied, Ye Lǜshou borrowed the momentum of the landing and viciously unleashed a fierce and resplendent ultimate move. The Steel Rod in his hand, carrying incomparable ferocity, smashed down toward the shadow.

The surging, torrential masculine momentum birthed a terrifying killing intent that instantly overwhelmed the shadow’s waves of yin wind!

CLANG!! The two Steel Claws crossed and slashed savagely at the middle of the Steel Rod. With all the strength in his body poured into his claws, the shadow actually forced Ye Lǜshou’s mighty Steel Rod strike to a dead stop. And then... while the left claw hooked on tight, the right claw slid along the Rod with a razor‑sharp gale, tearing ruthlessly toward Ye Lǜshou’s rod‑gripping hands, clearly intent on ripping and crushing them on the spot.

His throat rolled. That piercing aura made Ye Lǜshou’s heart surge with battle lust. Both hands suddenly left the Steel Rod entirely, and at the same time another external‑school technique, altered and refined by him, exploded forth. As his palms swept out, thirty‑six great palm afterimages instantly filled the space before the shadow’s chest, each one targeting a vital point over his heart.

Bang... puff... Using his own "weakness" to strike at the opponent’s "strength," the shadow was injured in the blink of an eye. His speed was horrifying, but everything has its limits. With Ye Lǜshou unleashing his absolute techniques at full power, such a short distance completely compressed the gap between their speeds. Of the thirty‑six palms, two successfully slammed into the shadow’s chest. Bright red blood sprayed from his mouth as his thin body was violently hurled away.

But the shadow did not come away empty‑handed. At the very least, he had successfully seized Ye Lǜshou’s weapon, hurling it with all his strength toward the distance as he was flung backward. Roar!

With another hoarse, muffled bellow, after landing his first solid blow on the shadow, Ye Lǜshou’s blood‑red eyes finally erupted with the manic battle intent they should have held. Wrapped in that fighting will, he did not pause for even a heartbeat as he lunged at the shadow again. His feet skimmed the ground, skidding rapidly; under the display of his Body Technique, Ye Lǜshou’s speed surged another notch.

At the instant he was about to reach the shadow, Ye Lǜshou’s palms jolted violently, turning rigid and straight in a flash, an eerie black‑gray color seeping over them as though all life had drained away. Though it lasted for only an instant, it was still strange to the extreme. Both palms struck out once more toward the shadow’s chest.

But this time the shadow did not make the mistake of underestimating him again. Just as Ye Lǜshou’s bizarre twin palms were about to land, the prone body once more rose from the ground in an unbelievable arc, skimming along the surface and floating up, like a withered leaf that had just settled, suddenly brushing off the earth on a light breeze.

That simple move again sent a jolt through the minds of both Ye Lǜshou and Xiao Lin. Fortunately, Ye Lǜshou was more or less already accustomed to the shadow’s terrifying speed. Though his mind trembled, his body only stalled for an extremely brief instant; his ferocious charge did not stop. Even though the target locked by his palms had vanished, once a strike was launched, it absolutely could not be allowed to return empty.

Bang! Crack!!! Ye Lǜshou suddenly lashed out viciously at the shadow who had once more drifted close. CLANG CLANG CLANG! Deafening impacts exploded in rapid succession. Under the flickering Steel Claws, all of Ye Lǜshou’s swirling palm shadows were intercepted by the shadow. Although that terrifying power made his qi and blood churn violently, he ultimately did not retreat a single step, successfully blocking the assault. At the same time, his feet tapped heavily on Ye Lǜshou’s body a few times, yet this also created an opportunity for Ye Lǜshou to snatch back his Steel Rod.

Ye Lǜshou’s rod‑swinging speed spiked yet again. As the rod shadows whirled, they wove a sky‑filling net of steel that came crashing down over the shadow.

The narrow‑eyed shadow likewise could not suppress the surge of his battle spirit. Accompanied by a low, rasping roar, the silver Steel Claws fully emerged from the black robe as he threw himself headlong against Ye Lǜshou’s rampaging Steel Rod.

The extreme Body Technique, terrifying speed, and savage aura the two of them displayed in their head‑on clash made Xiao Lin’s expression grow solemn up above. If the enemy still had more people of this level, then he—or they—were far more frightening than Shao Weihua. These kinds of people, who moved without clear purpose, were often the ones who would deliver the most direct strike halfway through your plans. Although it now seemed that his goal was that batch of goods belonging to Shao Weihua, that still did nothing to clarify the true intent hidden behind this shipment.

Yet... just as Ye Lǜshou and the shadow were locked in a fierce struggle, five figures suddenly flickered rapidly through the dense fog and approached. After a few graceful and agile leaps, they appeared silently atop the container directly opposite Xiao Lin. Five pairs of razor‑sharp eyes swept slowly over the scene, finally fixing on the two ferocious figures at the center of the battlefield.

The five shadows that had suddenly appeared at the edge of the battle circle stood ramrod straight opposite Xiao Lin. They too wore black clothes, their faces just as expressionless—one could even say that their entire faces were exactly the same. Xiao Lin couldn’t help but straighten up. He looked at those five; for them to enter the battle circle silently under his vigilance spoke to a strength that could not be underestimated. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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