Chapter 138: Fierce Battle

"Eh?"

Wang Yu swept his gaze around, a surprised "eh" sound escaping his lips.

With his terrifying spiritual sense, he actually discovered two areas of abnormal fluctuation on the martial arts arena, and both were quietly approaching him, separated from both sides, one left and one right.

"Qi Observation Technique."

After Wang Yu's thoughts raced, he formed seals with one hand, chanting incantations, and a yellow spirit-pattern pattern flashed deep within his pupils.

Instantly, everything around him emitted a pale yellow halo.

He looked carefully at the two abnormal spots approaching him again, only to be surprised to find two pale black gas masses slowly floating forward.

These two gas masses were nearly completely transparent. If he hadn't first used his spiritual sense to determine their exact positions, it would have been impossible to discover them with a mere Qi Observation Technique.

However, no matter how he observed with the Qi Observation Technique, the two gas masses were identical, and he could not find any difference between them.

Wang Yu's mind turned, and he couldn't be bothered to distinguish the real from the fake. He simply raised a hand, chanted a spell, and two pale crimson fireballs appeared in his palm. With two "swish" sounds, they shot toward the two gas masses.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

One of the fireballs seemed to have hit something, exploding into a large mass of flames. A pale black shadow appeared silently in the flames, but after flickering a few times, it dissipated and vanished.

The other fireball hit the empty ground. After rolling heat waves swept toward the surroundings, a slender figure flashed out, avoiding the raging flames.

"How did you find me?"

The slender woman's body was still shrouded in a layer of pale black light, making her figure blurry, but the surprise in her voice was audible to anyone.

"Why must I 'find' you? Can't I just see you?" Wang Yu said indifferently. The next moment, he flipped his hand, and a four-foot-long bone saber suddenly appeared in his palm. He simply tucked the blade into his waist and pressed one hand against the hilt.

Seeing this, the slender woman's face changed drastically. She formed a seal with one hand, and her figure faded again, about to vanish.

But at the same time, Wang Yu uttered "Saber Drawing Technique," his figure shooting out like a crossbow bolt. A snow-white saber light flashed across the spot where the woman had vanished.

A crisp "Clang!" sounded.

The woman's blurry figure emerged from the void again, but she now held a massive black shield, which had just blocked the bone saber in Wang Yu's hand.

But the next moment, Wang Yu let out a low roar, switching to holding the hilt with both hands. His arms grew a circle thicker, and he pressed down hard on the shield.

With a "Bang," the black shield and the blurry woman dissipated into a mass of black mist, causing the bone saber to slash through empty air.

"Not good!"

Wang Yu was startled, but another figure of the woman rushed out from his own shadow. With a wave of a snow-white short thorn, a pale black spike shadow unexpectedly stabbed into Wang Yu's back.

"Puff!"

Wang Yu's body swayed, but he immediately stood firm as if nothing had happened, backhanding a palm toward the woman. His five fingers spread out, vaguely becoming huge in the blur.

"Boom!"

The woman was startled, her figure suddenly turning into a black line and shooting backward.

The massive palm missed and slapped the void, actually emitting a sharp, explosion-like sound, causing air waves to roll out nearby.

The woman, who had stopped in the distance, witnessed this scene, her heart skipping a beat.

If she had reacted even a fraction of a second slower, the match would likely have been decided by that palm. But she immediately thought of something else, staring fixedly at Wang Yu, who had turned back around, and asked with shock.

"You relied on your flesh and blood to take a hit from my artifact, and you are completely fine?"

"Fellow Daoist, don't you know? We who practice the Strongman cultivation technique all have thick skin and tough flesh. Perhaps the artifact in your hand is a bit dull; you should change to a sharper one." Wang Yu shrugged his shoulders and replied unhurriedly. But no one noticed that a layer of faint golden mist had appeared on the part of his back that had been attacked; it was only because it was too thin and separated by a layer of clothing that the woman hadn't noticed it.

"You say my Soul-Chasing Thorn is dull?" The slender woman muttered, looking down at the short thorn in her hand, seemingly truly hesitant for a moment.

But the next moment, she raised her other hand, and a black ribbon shot out, flying and spiraling toward Wang Yu.

"Well come!"

Wang Yu seemed prepared. With a wave of his arm, he threw the bone saber in his hand directly at the black ribbon.

A white shadow flashed, slicing the black ribbon head-on and causing it to pause slightly in mid-air.

In this brief moment, Wang Yu had already taken a deep breath, his body instantly growing a circle larger. He opened his mouth and spat out a massive wave of air, his upper body growing another circle larger, tearing his clothes and revealing a lifelike, ferocious tiger head pattern on his back.

Just then, the black ribbon had flown and spiraled to him, about to wrap him up.

Wang Yu's two arms blurred, his ten fingers slightly curled.

"Sizzle, sizzle!" sounds erupted. Countless claw shadows intertwined and emerged in front of him. As soon as the black ribbon touched the claw shadows, it turned into countless fragments floating in the surroundings.

Following this, Wang Yu crouched down, his hands and feet exerting force simultaneously, and he leaped repeatedly like a wild beast, rushing straight toward the woman.

"Swift!"

The woman formed a seal with one hand and let out a low shout.

Those black ribbon fragments shot toward Wang Yu like a rainstorm, transforming back into a black ribbon in mid-air and chasing after him. With a flash, they wrapped around Wang Yu, who was too late to dodge.

Seeing this, the woman was overjoyed, chanting incantations, and pale silver spirit patterns appeared on the black ribbon.

But the next moment, the black ribbon began to bulge crazily, growing larger and larger.

With a thunderous boom,

the bulging black ribbon was forcibly torn apart. A crimson fire pillar shot into the sky. Wang Yu stood within the fire pillar, forming seals with one hand. In the blink of an eye, the black ribbon vanished into nothingness within the raging flames.

"My artifact!"

The slender woman witnessed this scene, heart-stricken. But the next moment, Wang Yu within the flames suddenly flicked his sleeve, and specks of cold light flashed within. Three willow-leaf flying knives shot out.

The woman's heart tightened. With a sway of her figure, she turned into a black line and shot to the side.

But Wang Yu in the distance simply pointed into the void with one hand, and the three willow-leaf flying knives made a turn, continuing to chase after the woman's figure.

The woman had no choice but to form seals again, changing direction to escape, but the three willow-leaf flying knives also changed direction, following closely and moving faster and faster.

The slender woman was shocked. Just as she formed a seal with one hand, wanting to execute some secret technique again, she suddenly felt a gust of wind roll in front of her. A tall figure blocked her path and, without a word, punched toward her. ===== CHAPTER 139 =====