Supreme Battle King

With a flash, Chiang Zhan appeared beside Luo Jie and grabbed his shoulder. He pulled him up, but his eyes were still staring at the man in black. Through the exchange just now, he could already tell how powerful his opponent was. He was a peak Seventh Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior, and he had cultivated some powerful combat skills. He was definitely a powerful opponent.    

Facing this man, he didn't have any confidence in fighting him.    

"Don't worry Mr. Zhan, I won't die." Luo Jie shook his head. He was secretly shocked. The battle just now had happened so quickly. If it wasn't for the fact that he had been fighting with Chiang Zhan these past few days, his strength would have increased exponentially. His combat experience and reaction speed had also greatly increased. He might have died a long time ago.    

"Although Fifth Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warriors have quick reactions, their strength is still too weak." The black-clothed man's face was cold, and his eyes were as sharp as knives. His cold voice was filled with disdain. Obviously, he didn't put Chiang Zhan in his eyes.    

"A dignified peak Seventh Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior, how dare you sneak attack me? You are truly despicable."    

Chiang Zhan said with an expressionless face.    

"You are indeed shameless." Luo Jie's eyes shone with a fierce light as he cursed coldly.    

"Killing and robbing. The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. No matter what methods you use, you won't lose face. Besides, I'll do whatever I can to deal with you two ants. You will all die. " The man in black laughed, and a strong killing intent burst forth from his tall and straight body. It was like billowing smoke that shot into the sky.    

Rumble, rumble...    

He stood there casually, and the sound of metal clashing and ten thousand galloping horses could be heard from within his body. His powerful aura rapidly increased, causing the space around him to tremble and the air to boil. His aura was extremely fierce.    

"Mr. Zhan, this guy is too powerful. There's no way for us to fight him. Why don't we find a chance to escape and avoid being buried here?" Luo Jie could feel the pressure from the man in black. He secretly took a deep breath. Lowering his voice. His voice was low. Remind Chiang Zhan.    

"Now you know the danger of the Purgatory Mountain Range, right?" Chiang Zhan glared at Luo Jie, then his eyes fell on the man in black. He changed the topic and said, "But you don't have to worry. It shouldn't be us who escaped, it should be him."    

"What do you mean? Could it be that Mr. Zhan has the confidence to deal with this guy?" Luo Jie was surprised and happy when he heard this. He had been with Chiang Zhan for many days. He knew that Chiang Zhan wasn't good with words, so he wouldn't speak without thinking. He must have a well-thought-out plan.    

At the same time, the eyes of the man in black widened. His eyes were red and burning with flames, as if he had been angered by Chiang Zhan's arrogant attitude.    

Indeed, as a peak Seventh Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior, his cultivation base was profound. He was extremely powerful. Ever since he entered the mountain range of Inferno Hell, he had killed dozens of demon beasts. There were also many disciples from various big sects, including some Pulse Opening Stage Sixth Layer warriors. A Seventh Layer warrior, but today, he was looked down upon by a Fifth Layer ant. To him, this was a great humiliation.    

While thinking, the man in black waved his hand and pulled out a long blade from his back. It was about five feet in length, the blade was thin and thick, and the cold air was dense. There were skeletons carved on the saber handle. It looked like a ghost blade, but also like a saber. The style was extremely strange.    

"Today, I'll show you what it means to have a head cut." He let out a long roar. The long blade in his hand swept across the sky. A cold light that carried a strong killing intent pierced through the void and went straight for Chiang Zhan's neck.    

"Lightning Finger!"    

Chiang Zhan pointed his finger out. Swoosh! A finger energy pierced through the void like a hot knife cutting through butter, heading straight for the vital spot between the brows of the black-clothed man.    

"What a fast speed!" The man in black was shocked, as if he had never dreamt that a mere Fifth Layer of Pulse Opening Stage warrior would be able to do this. What? The man in black was shocked, as if he had never dreamt that a mere ___ warrior would be able to do this. If he continued to attack, it would be a battle of mutual destruction. Under such circumstances, he could only turn the attack into defense. The long blade in his hand shook in the air, blocking the space between his eyebrows.    

Bang!    

Although the finger energy hit the target, it was unable to penetrate the long blade, posing a threat to the man in black.    

"The power of the Lightning Finger is indeed too weak."    

Chiang Zhan sighed. He knew the advantage of the Lightning Finger's speed, but the disadvantage was its power. He immediately took advantage of his weakness and attacked continuously.    

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...    

As he pointed his finger out, the Qi of his finger swept across the void. It was like a hot knife cutting through butter. It attacked the vital points of the man in black from all directions.    

Instantly, the man in black looked nervous and alert. The long blade in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically. He blocked crazily. Cold lights flashed in the air and covered his body, which could not be penetrated by the wind and rain. Even so, he was still at a disadvantage, and he was extremely anxious. This sort of fighting style was completely passive. If he relaxed even a little bit, he would be in grave danger.    

More importantly, he was swinging his saber so quickly and defending with all his strength. His own spiritual energy was exhausted and he could not hold on for long. When that time came, his oil lamp would run out and he would still die.    

The black-clothed man was depressed to the limit. In terms of strength, he definitely had the upper hand. Unfortunately, he didn't even have the chance to fight back against Chiang Zhan's storm-like attacks. Although the battle had just begun, the victory was getting further and further away from him. A shadow of death loomed over the depths of his heart.