Kill Me More Times, I'll Become Invincible-Chapter 339:

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One step, two steps, three steps.

The Martial Saint’s steps were not fast, more like a leisurely stroll in the garden.

With each step he took, his muscles moved and changed, contracting and expanding, and the deep wounds on his body visible to the eye were healing at a visible speed.

Stepping forward one by one, the speed was not fast, but it felt like a towering mountain approaching.

Standing still like a tall pine tree before this mountain, Qiao Mu’s figure did not move.

"Different paths lead to different destinies, isn’t that right?" Qiao Mu lowered his eyes.

Both him and Wu Qizheng… their conflicts with the Martial Saint were actually due to differences in beliefs and paths.

The life and death of the Mountain Mother, as well as the livelihood of the villagers in Black Mountain Village, were indeed the direct reasons.

Even without today’s events, they would still be arch enemies standing on opposite sides of the path, unable to coexist in the future.

When martial artists’ beliefs and paths diverged, there was only one way to determine right from wrong.

Of course, the answer is to fight him!

Qiao Mu’s body emitted a solid and pale energy, surging out like the tide.

The Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method had been suppressed.

This meant that after internal strength transformed into True strength, the amplification of internal strength was far greater than the previous Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method that overstressed the body by five times.

At this moment, a pale energy seemed to materialize and swept in all directions like ripples.

With just a release of energy, a gust of wind arose, blowing sand and stones in the surroundings, causing trees and grass to topple over instantly.

Qiao Mu’s body shot out like electricity, swinging the King Qin Sword in his hand, the pale energy cutting through the air in an instant, producing a sharp and intense sound.

In a flash, the Martial Saint raised his right hand and met the King Qin Sword with the outer side of his forearm.

Clang!

At the moment of impact between his arm and the King Qin Sword, a clear sound of clashing metal and gold rang out.

The sharp sword light instantly tore the skin on the Martial Saint’s arm, revealing white bones extending outward on the edge of his arm, forming a bone knife.

"My martial arts have reached the current level, where every inch of my body is born for battle and can serve as a weapon," Martial Saint said indifferently.

"Martial Saint, stop pretending. Is this what you call martial arts?" Qiao Mu, wielding the King Qin Golden Body as a weapon, shouted.

Martial Saint’s Flesh Changing Skill and Wu Qizheng’s Shape Changing Skill seem to have taken different paths…. Qiao Mu remained calm, King Qin Sword kept slashing, slash again!

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

Whether or not he had the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Method, Qiao Mu’s fighting style remained the same, swiftly unleashing all his strength without worrying about running out.

Therefore, the battle between the two sides had just begun, yet already reached a fierce stage.

One wielded the King Qin Golden Body as a weapon, with an immense, bottomless True Strength.

The other had trained his body to change in countless ways, constantly adjusting during battle, containing explosive power within every part of his body.

The two fought fiercely, each trying to gain the upper hand.

The powerful energy surged like a tsunami, shattering the air. Every collision caused the ground to shake, with strong winds swirling and sweeping in all directions.

Mountain bandit Zhang Kui and Village Chief Dedication Brother were on their way back down the mountain to the village, hearing sharp gusts of wind breaking through the air intermittently, the sounds of intense battle making them alarmed.

"Are those two people normal humans?" Bandit Zhang Kui’s face looked complicated.

Just over two years ago, when he was outside Nan Province Yan City, he had sparred with Qiao Sen from the Qiao family.

At that time, the Qiao family’s reputation was only known in a corner of Yan City, and they were not a prestigious family…

Zhang Kui never expected that this seemingly unknown family, like one after another popping up like pumpkins, had even produced an extraordinary master who could rival the Martial Saint.

"Darn, were these Qiao family members practicing martial arts since birth?" Zhang Kui muttered:

"If a family can produce two or three extraordinary masters, they would already be a famous martial arts clan worldwide."

"But these Qiao family experts just keep coming… Where are all these extraordinary geniuses coming from?"

After practicing the "Human Path Sutra" to rejuvenation, the Qiao family members who appeared now looked like middle-aged men with white hair and green faces.

Although Zhang Kui and the other martial artists knew they couldn’t be in their twenties or thirties, they still felt these Qiao family members didn’t seem very old, estimating them to be extraordinary geniuses with not too long cultivation time.

"Stop thinking about it," Wu Qizheng gazed into the distance where Martial Saint was fighting Qiao Mu, and said with emotion:

"Even if someone starts learning martial arts from the moment they are in their mother’s womb, they cannot reach the level of skill these two have."

"Oh? How did they train then?" Zhang Kui asked curiously.

"Their martial arts skill has reached a level that ordinary people cannot achieve," Wu Qizheng said:

"People like Qiao Xin, Qiao Shuangpian, Founding Emperor Yan, Martial Saint, or Xue family’s leader Xue Changhe, their profound martial arts skills did not come from simple and foolish training."

"Xue Changhe’s internal strength has been passed down through generations in the Xue family, the ordinary effort of a lifetime of martial artists cannot compare to the accumulation over many generations in the Xue family."

"As for the founding emperor of Great Yan Imperial Court…normal people live only about a decade, but he has lived for three hundred years, equivalent to five lifetimes of an average person. Not to mention his unique physique, being able to consume spiritual medicines as food, and accelerating his power far beyond the normal rate."

"Martial Saint relies on the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, to say the least…"

Wu Qizheng’s words made Zhang Kui nod in deep agreement.

Zhang Kui, a low-skilled martial artist, sees these unparalleled masters as unbeatable.

Their talent, understanding, physical fitness, and techniques are far beyond ordinary people.

In other words, these unparalleled masters are so powerful that ordinary people cannot understand, reaching an unbeatable level.

If Qiao Mu is a martial arts Grandmaster for 1100 years, ordinary people cannot compare.

The Martial Saint who masters the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill combines everyone, passes down the Xue Changheinternal strength through generations, and the Founding Emperor Yan of Medicine Spirit Body excessively consumes spiritual medicine… It is something that ordinary people cannot achieve even after hundreds or thousands of years of hard work.

"The Qiao family members are indeed impressive," Zhang Kui thought.

"The Qiao family has many exceptional geniuses with outstanding talent and understanding, easily producing astonishing achievements."

At that moment.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard.

A big shadow in the shape of a person flew in from a distance, then crashed into the ground.

This was not a living person, but the King Qin Golden Body used as a weapon by Qiao Mu.

Wu Qizheng looked up again.

In the messy mountains and woods in the distance, Qiao Mu and Martial Saint stood facing each other.

The King Qin Sword had slipped from Qiao Mu’s hand, his hand was bleeding, torn open from the powerful impacts, blood flowing.

There were faint cracks on the bone knife extending from Martial Saint’s arm, clearly not unscathed either.

He withdrew his hand and looked calmly at Qiao Mu, saying indifferently:

"If you have no other abilities, then today’s events end here."

"You are right," Qiao Mu said slowly.

"Today’s events should come to an end now."

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Qiao Mu took a brief pause and got into the stance of Long Life Fist.

With over a thousand years of martial arts experience and countless years of training, mastering most of them to a high level, he couldn’t be stopped just because he lacked the King Qin Sword.

Besides sword techniques, there were also spear skills and hand-to-hand combat techniques without any weapons.

"The Qiao Family of Heyang City, known for Long Life Fist?" Martial Saint was slightly surprised, recalling a past event.

Back when he first met Qiao Zhong in Nan Province, he had suspicions about the mysterious Qiao family, and their possible connection to the Qiao Family of Heyang City that was destroyed by him.

The current Long Life Qiao Family of Hero Island had far greater reputation and fame than the Qiao Family of Heyang City, making any comparison impossible.

"True strength, unleashed."

The residual energy between Qiao Mu’s limbs and bones burst out without holding back at that moment.

The powerful energy surged out layer by layer like crashing waves, intertwining like waves in the sea.

Suddenly, gusts of wind rose up between the mountains and forests, rustling the leaves, causing even small trees to almost bend and topple under the strong wind.

"Ripple Stacking Wave Strength…"

Qiao Mu moved as fast as lightning, his fists swift like the wind, striking heavily on the chest of Martial Saint, unleashing a massive burst of True strength.

The Ripple Stacking Wave Strength passed down by the Qiao family of the past, only the clan leader had mastered up to the third level, the realm of Triple Wave.

Qiao Mu had already surpassed the Qiao family’s mastery of this secret technique to an unparalleled level through meticulous practice, just like deciphering the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," now having subtle differences from the original.

This technique, considered top-notch in the current world of internal strength application, when Qiao Mu now aimed to unleash the Fivefold Wave, actually had two variations: one fast, and one slow.

In the slow method, one rapidly gathers strength, concentrating the body’s energy to intertwine in five layers like crashing waves. A strike in this way would be the Fivefold Wave, explosively releasing five layers of energy within one strike.

The drawback is the lengthy wind-up time, creating a significant vulnerability before the punch is thrown.

Faced with the powerful Martial Saint as an enemy, losing focus for even a moment would lead to defeat. There was no time to gather strength and power.

A fast way of fighting meant delivering five lightning-fast strikes in a short period.

With each strike, only one layer of power was released, attacking swiftly and relentlessly. The strength kept building up like angry waves, overwhelming the enemy completely.

This time facing the Martial Saint, Qiao Mu naturally unleashed a five-hit combo.

"Ripple Stacking Wave Strength·One Wave Stack!"

A surge of power erupted on Martial Saint’s chest, but at the moment Qiao Mu hit Martial Saint, his chest shook, and a sudden burst of rotating energy flow forcefully pushed back the attack.

"Protective energy…" Qiao Mu thought to himself.

His technique, "Divine Transformation Technique," was a profound skill he developed after reflecting on the Martial Saint and Earth Sword Immortal in his dreams.

Fundamentally, it was a method of merging energy and spirit, and internal strength and spirit blending together, but in practice, there were many differences between the two.

Qiao Mu’s thousand-year True strength is currently at the top of the Strength List, surpassing everyone else in both quantity and quality.

His strength is immense, with just a slight trigger, thick True strength leaves his body and attacks with a greater distance than any other martial artist. A full-force sword strike from him is enough to split waves.

Meanwhile, the Martial Saint is different. His martial energy is relatively restrained, and in their intense battles, he rarely displays powerful airborne strikes, keeping his attacks simple and direct.

"Double Wave!"

Qiao Mu took a deep breath.

Visible threads of energy flowed into his mouth and nose, transforming into a powerful surge of energy like a raging sea as he breathed in and out. The energy gathered between his arms as he delivered a heavy punch to the Martial Saint’s forearm.

The surging energy, like a raging wave, suddenly dispersed the protective energy on the Martial Saint’s forearm, striking it with a dull thud.

The Martial Saint’s expression remained unchanged as he stood still, with an unnatural bulge on his forearm, which quickly subsided.

"Triple Wave!"

Qiao Mu breathed out gently, a pale energy swirling out of his body, gradually forming overlapping waves that crashed against Martial Saint’s iron fist.

A loud boom echoed.

A visible shockwave rippled out, instantly shattering the clothes on both their arms into scattered pieces.

Martial Saint’s arms had grown significantly thicker, swollen and red with blood vessels wriggling unnaturally.

"Fourfold Wave!"

A massive energy flow moved around Qiao Mu like a huge python, as he punched out sharply in the air.

Martial Saint crouched slightly, about to leap high to avoid the attack.

But as he exerted force, he felt the ground beneath him sinking down.

Looking down, he saw the ground had turned into a soft swampy mud, and his legs sinking as he pushed down.

From a distance, Mountain Mother, who had just sent away the bandit Zhang Kui, watched intently from one side.

The Martial Saint came to kill her, and this Black Mountain could be seen as her body, how could she not resist?

This is a fight to the death, not a one-on-one martial arts competition. Even if not directly participating, these two people fighting on Black Mountain, she had plenty of ways to deal with it.

With a loud bang.

Qiao Mu’s blow hit the Martial Saint’s chest directly, a massive amount of True strength sprayed out, crashing into the Martial Saint’s body.

At that moment, Martial Saint’s skin oozed blood, and all the muscles in her body were squirming rapidly. Two or three fleshy masses the size of a head gradually bulged on her back, expanding like balloons.

Whew…

Qiao Mu took a long breath, gathering his strength slightly.

The faint moonlight shone down, enveloping his whole body.

A pale energy enveloped him, forming a powerful snake. The snake bared its teeth and claws, ready to strike.

Under the moonlight, the Martial Saint looked up slightly.

His back cracked open, revealing a row of small pores, and bones extended into sharp edges along his forearms.

Hiss!

Amidst the whistling wind, the Martial Saint rose from the muddy swamp like a soaring eagle, his bone blade arms slashing towards Qiao Mu’s waist.

At the same moment, Qiao Mu moved too.

"Fivefold Wave."

A vast amount of pale True strength gathered in his fists, the snake-like energy surrounding him merging into his palms. Like a bright moonlight, he pressed it against the charging Martial Saint’s shoulder.

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