The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror-Chapter 387 - 171: The Secret of the Martial Arts Grandmaster (Please Subscribe) _2

His punch had reached its limit; advancing further meant inevitable decline.

King Lin couldn’t help but lament; had his opponent been slightly slower, even by a mere inch, the outcome might have been different.

That inch marked the boundary between life and death, defining the clear distinction between right and wrong.

"I have only cultivated the Asura Evil Skill to the Seventh Layer; it’s not enough to dominate the current era, but it’s sufficient to deal with you," the voice of the Luo Sect Master turned exceptionally cold, like a demon emerging from the nine layers of Hell.

King Lin raised his eyebrows; he had heard of this Absolute Skill, a strange power that unified Magic and Martial Arts and was extremely yin and evil.

Unexpectedly, the Luo Sect Master had actually cultivated one of the most profound and evil skills and had forsaken the opportunity to breakthrough to Ghost Immortal, choosing the more challenging path of Magic and Martial Unity.

Can a Seeker who gives up halfway and harbors fear still be considered a significant figure?

King Lin’s gaze carried a trace of disdain.

The Luo Sect Master clearly understood King Lin’s meaning.

Each had their own path; ultimately, they needed to fight it out.

Once the Asura Evil Skill was deployed, contrary to typical Divine Soul Taoist Skills that were suppressed by Martial Arts Qi-Blood, it instead overpowered the burst of Qi-Blood.

King Lin distinctly felt an unprecedented obstruction in the circulation of his Qi-Blood.

Under the influence of the Asura Evil Skill, the Luo Sect Master launched the Mian Palm again. This time, each strike was imbued with Evil Ghost Poison, radiating Netherworld Ghost Qi.

The two engaged in combat once again.

King Lin’s punches continued unabated.

Still, behind the Luo Sect Master was the vast ocean.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, there was only an inch’s gap from falling off.

That one-inch gap remained constant, seemingly an insurmountable barrier.

King Lin now seemed like a robust hornet caught in a spider’s web; although he could still use his brute force to tear through the web, the influence of the Luo Sect Master’s Asura Evil Skill kept him from breaking his own limits, instead continuously depleting his Qi-Blood.

He understood that the Luo Sect Master was intentionally using a war of attrition, planning to exhaust him to death.

This was also the best strategy for the Luo Sect Master.

Otherwise, even if the Luo Sect Master possessed higher Divine Skills and bizarre powers, in such close quarters combat, he might still be vulnerable to King Lin seizing an opportunity to injure his physical body.

King Lin was a Martial Artist, forging ahead through thorns, comprehending the Dao amidst life and death.

While the Luo Sect Master was more like a grave guarding ghoul, on a path of seeking the Dao, his physical body must remain unharmed.

Although King Lin despised this life-preserving cowardice of the Luo Sect Master, he also understood that if this continued, he would indeed meet his demise here today.

With a thought, he unleashed his Heart Power to its utmost.

His bones hummed, hands clasped together, and he inhaled deeply as if swallowing the sun and moon.

Attaining such a level of skill, claiming to seize the creation between heaven and earth, and swallowing the mysteries of the sun and moon was not an overstatement.

And his bone humming resembled the profound essence of bone tempering.

The humming sound, enduring like the ringing of a bell, continued uninterrupted.

At this moment><![CDATA[l, King Lin’s breath, Qi-Blood, sinews, and flesh were perfectly integrated, with no energy wasted.

He clasped his hands and thrust forward.

Like ancient assassins who slew Monarchs, his action was as definitive as a rainbow piercing the sun.

The waters of Yi River were mournfully hushed, and the west wind fierce!

With this thrust, any intricate networks of heaven and earth were pierced by King Lin, like a dominating Bull Demon.

The Luo Sect Master’s robes billowed, instantly torn apart by King Lin’s powerful energy.

Boom!

King Lin’s clasped hands pierced the Luo Sect Master’s chest.

Unexpectedly, the Luo Sect Master’s chest caved in by exactly an inch, dodging King Lin’s fingertips, yet penetrated by his energy.

A powerful burst of Yin Evil erupted.

Thump thump thump!

In the blink of an eye, the Luo Sect Master struck a palm at King Lin’s abdomen.

King Lin’s abdomen swelled, deflecting the strike.

The Luo Sect Master used the repelling force to glide away like a bat spreading its wings, falling off the cliff into the tumultuous waves and skimming across the ocean surface.

King Lin couldn’t help but spurt a mouthful of fresh blood, bright red, not coagulated.

He endured the excruciating pain in his internal organs, supporting himself on his knees.

After a while, Gao Gongyuan and others arrived; seeing King Lin supporting his knees and gasping, with large patches of fresh blood on the ground and his pale complexion, they were all deeply shocked.

"Boss..."

King Lin gestured with his hand, "Take me to Xu Gongming."

After speaking, he sat cross-legged, like a stone statue, breath unseen.

Gao Gongyuan, having seen much, knew that King Lin, to prevent his injuries from worsening, had entered the deepest state of Turtle Breath to reduce consumption and hide his vitality.

He, now highly valued by King Lin and essentially the second in command of East Island, gave orders to have King Lin carried away.

When they lifted King Lin, his body felt like cold jade, devoid of any warmth.

It took several leaders proficient in Martial Arts, personally intervening and stimulating their Qi-Blood, to lift King Lin.

In a short while, a thin layer of frost covered King Lin’s body; even under the dissipating sea mist’s sunlight, it did not melt.

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When Xu Qing saw King Lin, the usually robust and lofty brother was now like an ice sculpted statue. He inquired everyone about what had happened.

By the time the others arrived, the Luo Sect Master had already left.

They naturally could not explain clearly.

Xu Qing had no choice but to attend to the rescue first.

"What kind of Divine Skill is this? It’s even more venomous than the Cold Ice Dao Techniques of the Five Elders of Zhong Mountain," Xu Qing felt a pulse and felt a sinking feeling.

He knew the longer the delay, the worse it was for King Lin.

Setting aside any interests, Xu Qing had to save King Lin. Though their official statuses differed, their bond of loyalty ran deep.