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The strength displayed by He Yuzhu was far beyond his imagination. The feeling of oppression made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
But he had no choice. At the moment of life and death, he could only pin all his hopes on this punch, hoping that this punch could be like a solid barrier to block He Yuzhu's fierce pursuit.
He knew in his heart that at this moment he had no time to worry about whether he could achieve success or not. He only hoped that this punch could allow him to escape temporarily and find a glimmer of hope in this thrilling life-and-death battle.
However, all Zhao Yunhai's calculations were nothing but wishful thinking.
For He Yuzhu, Zhao Yunhai's punch, which condensed all the strength of a peak-level expert in the Transformation Realm and came with a fierce gust of wind and the force of a bamboo breaking, could hardly cause any waves and was not a threat at all.
He Yuzhu had long since broken free from the constraints of the Transformation Realm and entered the new world of the Embracing Dan Realm. Furthermore, over the long years, through the miraculous nourishment of dual cultivation, his internal Qi surged like a surging river, and his strength had undergone a profound transformation, surpassing anything he had experienced before.
Chapter 622 Victory over Father and Son
Although he has not yet honed the power of the Baodan realm to perfection, and his aura still has room for improvement, but with his profound foundation and powerful spiritual power, he has already firmly ranked among the powerful people in the middle stage of Baodan.
With his current strength, dealing with a powerful person like Zhao Yunhai who has reached the state of transformation is like an elephant stepping on an ant, and he can crush him easily.
Even if Zhao Yunhai really had the chance to successfully cross the gap and step into the Baodan realm, in He Yuzhu's eyes, it was just an easy chess game with a few more chess pieces that needed a little attention, which would only add a little trouble and would never be able to turn the tide and shake the overall situation.
At this moment, everyone in the field felt that the air around them suddenly stagnated, and He Yuzhu's attack speed slowed to the extreme, as if the flow of time was under his control.
He moved his body lightly, each move was full of unique rhythm, as if he was performing a classical dance that transcended the ordinary, and his every move was full of elegance and composure.
On the other hand, Zhao Yunhai's eyes were wide open, and he was filled with fear. He could only watch He Yuzhu's palm, which was gently stroking him at an almost dreamlike slow speed, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.
This seemingly gentle and weak touch actually held a hidden meaning. Zhao Yunhai suddenly felt as if his entire body was tightly restrained by an invisible and powerful force. His hands and feet seemed to be bound by heavy lead, and no matter how he struggled, he could not move an inch.
That hand, like a ghost from the underworld, came silently and yet unavoidably, slowly imprinting itself on his chest.
In an instant, a heart-wrenching scream tore through the sky, like an extremely sharp knife, cutting through the tense and oppressive atmosphere.
Zhao Yunhai's body was like a kite with a broken string and out of control, falling straight down from a high altitude without any support.
The falling momentum was swift and decisive, carrying with it endless despair.
He fell heavily on the solid ground like a meteorite, and the dull impact made people's hearts suddenly tighten.
A large amount of dust was instantly stirred up from the ground, like a yellowish-brown mushroom cloud that bloomed and dissipated in an instant.
After landing, Zhao Yunhai swayed violently, staggered, and almost fell to the ground. He flailed his arms involuntarily to barely steady himself, looking utterly disheveled.
Lin Wanting suppressed her inner panic, looked carefully, and instantly took a breath of cold air.
Zhao Yunhai's chest seemed to be struck by an invisible sharp blade, and a neat palm-sized black hole appeared out of thin air. The edges were smooth, as if it had been precisely cut by a top-level laser. The surrounding fabric was torn into shreds, hanging in disarray, revealing the terrifying and hideous cavity inside.
Wherever He Yuzhu pressed his palm, the clothes vaporized directly, leaving not even a trace of ash.
What was even more terrifying was that there was an extremely clear palm print on Zhao Yunhai's chest, with every line and vein clearly visible, just like He Yuzhu's palm, carrying endless power, deeply embedded in the flesh and branded into the depths of the soul.
"Too strong!" Lin Wanting opened her red lips slightly, and the exclamation she uttered involuntarily was like the sound of a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, crisp and with a hint of coquettishness.
Her watery eyes were filled with admiration and obsession at this moment, and the person she was praising was not the stern and cold master beside her, but the man who occupied her entire heart deep in her heart - He Yuzhu.
Ever since she heard that He Yuzhu was about to cross mountains and seas and arrive at the distant Luzon Island, Lin Wanting's heart felt as if it was being pressed down by a huge rock, so heavy that it made her breathless.
Along the way, she looked dazed, as if she had lost her soul. Her former lively and lively appearance was completely gone, replaced by a frown and a heart full of worry.
Every day, she ate exquisite snacks, but they tasted like wax, and the food in front of her did not arouse her appetite at all.
In her mind, all kinds of extremely horrifying scenes kept replaying like a kaleidoscope.
In her imagination, her master, who was usually as irritable as thunder, would lose his mind like a wild horse once ignited by anger.
The master has always been extremely proud of his martial arts skills, and he feels that no one in the world can surpass him.
What would we do if the master accidentally killed He Yuzhu in a rage?
He Yuzhu is her first man, the one she regards as her support and harbor in this complicated world.
If such a tragedy really happened and He Yuzhu died tragically in front of her eyes, what would she do in the future?
Where else in this world could she find a man like He Yuzhu, who not only had a strong body to protect her from wind and rain, but also had a huge fortune to give her a good life?
However, what Lin Wanting had not expected was that the moment He Yuzhu stepped into the villa, the situation was like a wild horse that had run away from its reins, completely deviating from her expected track.
As soon as they started fighting, He Yuzhu's figure was ghostly and his moves were as fast as lightning. Her senior brother Zhao Yaojie, who was usually so majestic and powerful in the boxing ring, was like paper in front of him and had no ability to resist.
He Yuzhu kicked Zhao Yaojie sideways with a fierce kick, causing him to stagger back and almost fall to the ground. He then used a set of dazzling punches, forcing Zhao Yaojie to only be able to defend himself and unable to fight back. However, after just a few moves, Zhao Yaojie was defeated.
This scene made Lin Wanting's eyes widen in disbelief, and her heart was filled with shock.
What was even more shocking was yet to come. After taking a deep breath, He Yuzhu turned her gaze to her master, Zhao Yunhai, a well-known master in the martial arts world.
Zhao Yunhai looked solemn and prepared to meet the challenge.
However, He Yuzhu showed no fear at all. He took light steps and rushed towards Zhao Yunhai like a black lightning.
The two men fought back and forth, and for a while, the wind from their fists was whistling and their figures were intertwined.
But soon, the situation became clear, and He Yuzhu gradually gained the upper hand with his superb martial arts and extraordinary reaction speed.
He turned around and kicked beautifully, hitting Zhao Yunhai's shoulder. Zhao Yunhai's body swayed, but he still managed to continue fighting.
He Yuzhu took advantage of the victory and launched another series of swift attacks. In the end, Zhao Yunhai had to admit that he was inferior to his opponent and was defeated.
It turns out that the real strong man is hiding in the market. He Yuzhu is low-key, but he can easily defeat his senior brother and master.
Lin Wanting looked at He Yuzhu in the field, feeling mixed emotions. She was amazed at his powerful strength, but also a hint of curiosity was quietly growing. From then on, the image of He Yuzhu in her mind completely changed, making her look at this mysterious man with admiration.
At this moment, Lin Wanting's heart seemed to be surging with huge waves, and the strong regret was like a surging tide, completely drowning her.
Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past, and every moment when He Yuzhu expressed his feelings to her appeared in her mind extremely clearly.
At that time, due to various inexplicable hesitations, she rejected He Yuzhu's passionate feelings again and again.
Looking back now, it was such a stupid decision.
He Yuzhu used to have her in his heart and eyes, and he hoped to join hands with her and move towards the future together.
But now, time has passed and everything has changed beyond recognition.
He Yuzhu's attitude towards her took a 180-degree turn. He was only willing to let her be a maid and even said hurtful words, saying that she was destined to be a Filipino maid.
These words were like a sharp dagger, piercing her heart and causing her so much pain that she almost suffocated.
When Lin Wanting thought of this, she could no longer suppress the sadness in her heart and let out a long sigh.
This sigh is filled with endless regret and helplessness.
She fantasized foolishly, what would her life be like now if she had agreed to He Yuzhu?
Perhaps they have already formed a warm family, snuggling up to each other in their daily lives, walking hand in hand in ordinary years, and experiencing the ups and downs of life together.
But now, everything is just a fantasy. The regret in her heart spreads like wild weeds, tightly entangling her and making it impossible for her to break free.
At this moment, Zhao Yunhai looked like a defeated dog, his clothes were tattered, his hair was messy and stuck to his sweaty face, his eyes were full of panic and fear, and he had already been beaten out of his wits.
His mind seemed to be messed up by an invisible hand, and only one thought flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope - run away immediately, and run as far away as possible.
As his eyes swept across the rolling, lush and green sugarcane forests covering thousands of acres, his heart suddenly tightened.
This sugarcane forest is the family business that his Zhao family has accumulated over decades with their ancestors' hoes and pickaxes, and with every drop of sweat and blood!
As the breeze blows, the sugarcane leaves rustle, as if whispering the hardships and glory of the past.
He was filled with reluctance, as if the scenes of hard work and the laughter during the harvest were still before his eyes.
But when he looked around, he saw the opponent's cold eyes and the sharp blade flashing with cold light. At the critical moment of life and death, all his attachments were crushed in an instant and seemed so insignificant.
He gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed up with force, then turned around, staggering but running towards the distance desperately.
The embarrassed figure stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
However, at this critical moment, Zhao Yunhai's past glorious military exploits and carefully planned grand ambitions all vanished like illusions.
In his mind, scenes of his past dominance on the battlefield flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope. Those glorious moments could no longer bring him any comfort.
At this moment, there was only one thought in Zhao Yunhai's mind that was screaming wildly: Save my life!
He clearly realized that as long as he could survive this disaster, even if he hid his identity and lay dormant for three to five years, practicing diligently and successfully entering the Baodan realm, with that extraordinary strength, why would he worry about not having the opportunity to make a comeback in the future?
At that time, it will not be too late to compete for the world and plan for great achievements.
At this moment, Zhao Yunhai felt as if the air around him was instantly frozen by invisible frost. Every movement was restricted, and it was so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.
Time seemed to be deliberately stretched, and every second was like a blunt knife, slowly sawing at his nerves, bringing an indescribable pain and torment, making him unable to endure this oppressive and almost suffocating atmosphere any longer.
He has been maneuvering in the bloody world of the martial arts world for decades, and has encountered countless opponents like crucian carp crossing the river.
Those who are insidious and cunning often set ambushes with conspiracies and tricks, trying to deliver a fatal blow in secret; while the brave and fearless ones rely on brute force and fearlessness to attack head-on.
Facing all kinds of enemies, he was able to deal with them calmly, escape from each battle unscathed, and even kill his opponents. As a result, his reputation became more and more famous in the world.
But the He Yuzhu in front of him was completely different.
He seemed to come from another mysterious world, emitting an elusive aura. He was the most powerful opponent Zhao Yunhai had ever encountered since he entered the martial arts world!
The opponent's two moves seemed casual, but they contained endless power and exquisite skills. The fierce attack was like a surging tide, instantly submerging Zhao Yunhai, leaving him unable to even defend himself, let alone counterattack.
His arms were still trembling slightly from blocking the opponent's moves, and the shock in his heart was surging like a raging storm.
Zhao Yunhai's eyeballs were like two beads about to burst. They suddenly bulged outwards and were instantly covered with horrible bloodshot. It seemed that his eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets in the next second.
The veins all over his body were bulging, like extremely angry little snakes, twisting wildly under his skin.
At this moment, he had used up his last bit of strength and put all his desperate skills into use.