“Loyalty is a good thing, but my patience is limited. Even if you don't say anything, I will figure everything out eventually. Why risk your life? It's not easy to reach this level of cultivation.”
Chen Shuo shook his head and sighed.
As he sighed, the pressure increased even more.
At that moment, Sang Biao was almost unable to breathe, his eyes bulging, and the veins on his face fully visible.
His body began to tremble violently, and a sense of death gradually enveloped him, causing Sang Biao to convulse repeatedly.
If Chen Shuo continued to exert pressure, Sang Biao would be obliterated at any moment.
“You… who exactly are you… if you have the guts, fight me face to face, what is this?”
Sang Biao roared in anger, even though he was almost incapacitated, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
Sang Biao's words made Chen Shuo chuckle: “You? You think you're worthy?”
“If you're scared, just admit it. If you dare to fight me face to face, I'll tell you everything you want to know!”
Sang Biao desperately negotiated, and his offer genuinely tempted Chen Shuo.
If it were true, then everything would come effortlessly.
Although Sang Biao had a constitution that grew stronger when faced with stronger opponents, in the face of absolute power, all was futile.
Chen Shuo then loosened his grip, and the immense pressure instantly vanished. The moment the pressure disappeared, Sang Biao collapsed to the ground, gasping heavily.
“Come on, don't waste time. If you can last ten moves against me, you win.”
Chen Shuo lazily waved his hand at Sang Biao, signaling him to make his move.
Hearing Chen Shuo's words, Sang Biao was greatly stimulated.
No one had ever dared to be so arrogant, not even his master would have dared to be careless in the face of his ferocity.
“Die!”
With a roar, Sang Biao stomped hard on the ground, and in the next moment, he shot forward like a cannonball, flying straight towards Chen Shuo.
His speed was extremely fast, leaving only a blur.
But at such speed, in Chen Shuo's eyes, it was like slow motion. At the moment Sang Biao charged forward, Chen Shuo merely sidestepped slightly, easily dodging the attack.
Dodging at the same time, Sang Biao crashed into the wall beside him, causing it to crack instantly. With a loud rumble, the wall crumbled, and Sang Biao was deeply embedded in it.
“Roar!”
With a furious roar, Sang Biao pulled himself out, still unwilling to give up.
The violent energy within him surged, increasing his momentum once again. Feeling the strength that was even greater than before, Chen Shuo raised an eyebrow slightly.
Indeed, this mutated constitution was powerful.
It could grow stronger with each burst of anger. If he could harness this ability for himself, he truly could become invincible.
As Chen Shuo mused, Sang Biao charged at him again, faster this time, and his powerful punch caused the surrounding air to distort.
The strong wind had solidified, directly striking Chen Shuo.
But the result was the same; no matter how fast or powerful Sang Biao's attacks were, to Chen Shuo, it was like an adult dealing with a kindergarten child.
A simple dodge was enough to defuse everything.
Once, twice, three times.
No matter how Sang Biao attacked, Chen Shuo could easily dodge, and he never even had to make a move, leaving Sang Biao in a miserable state.
By now, Sang Biao's eyes were bloodshot. Each setback caused his anger to skyrocket, and his strength to grow wildly, making Chen Shuo slightly more serious than before.
Because in just a few attacks, Sang Biao had risen from the level of a Demon King to a half-step Demon Saint.
Chen Shuo had not made a move from the beginning because he wanted to see how far Sang Biao could truly elevate his strength.
If he could reach the level of a Demon Saint, this ability would be powerful enough.
“Roar! If you have the guts, don't dodge, face me head-on!”
Sang Biao became increasingly frenzied, and his repeated failures made him furious. In front of Chen Shuo, he felt like a monkey being toyed with.
He had used all his strength, yet he couldn't even get close.
Overwhelmed with anger, he just wanted to confront Chen Shuo directly.
On the other hand, Chen Shuo wasn't afraid of anything; it was just that Sang Biao's strength was not even worth his attention.
Confronting him directly might cost Sang Biao his life.
“You're not worthy. Wait until your speed can match mine, then you'll be worthy of my move. Oh, no, I forgot, I said within ten moves, right? This is the fifth move, you have four more chances.”
Chen Shuo calculated, and as he did, Sang Biao, enraged, charged at him again.
“Die!”
Sang Biao's thunderous voice echoed throughout the area, and the trembling earth saw Chen Shuo standing firmly as a mountain.
His gaze fixed straight ahead, filled with excitement: “This is more like it, but still not enough.”
As the words fell, Sang Biao was already infinitely close to Chen Shuo, his giant fist mere inches from Chen Shuo's face.
Just as Sang Biao thought he was about to touch Chen Shuo, Chen Shuo merely lifted his foot slightly.
“Boom!”
Sang Biao was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall, this time embedding himself deeply within it.
After several struggles, Sang Biao couldn't free himself.
The intense pain further fueled his anger, and with a roar, Sang Biao's momentum surged again.
Once again, he broke free and charged at Chen Shuo, unwavering.
Once, twice, three times, and soon it was the ninth time.
This time, Sang Biao was only a step away from becoming a true Demon Saint. His body had grown larger, and more pus flowed, corroding everything around him.
Even so, the stone coffin beneath Chen Shuo's feet remained unscathed.
All of this was observed by Chen Shuo, who realized that the stone coffin, capable of such strength, must contain something extraordinary.
Chen Shuo's curiosity was fully aroused, and he knew this was Sang Biao's limit.
With this final strike, he would completely defeat him.
“Roar!”
With another earth-shaking roar, Sang Biao charged, his terrifying speed creating afterimages.
When he appeared in front of Chen Shuo, Chen Shuo revealed a satisfied smile: “You've become very strong, but this is not true strength.”
As the words fell, Chen Shuo made his move, a simple punch, without any frills.
Even the surrounding air showed no change, and when it hit Sang Biao, he didn't fly away.
On the contrary, Sang Biao felt like he had been injected with a sedative, his body went limp, his knees buckled, and he seemed to have lost his soul.
“Ugh!” Sang Biao felt a rush of sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Chen Shuo looked calmly at the scene before him: “You've lost, it's over.”
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