When the blades of their weapons clashed, You consistently kept your gaze locked elsewhere, never once meeting eyes with Wang.

Before the battle, You had conducted intelligence investigations.

Through various bits of detailed information, he vaguely guessed that the current leader of the demon clan possessed the power to control others' minds.

The existence of this power could not be ignored. If You had not obtained this information beforehand and rashly looked into Wang's eyes, he would probably have involuntarily committed suicide.

Since his opponent never took the bait, Wang decided to give up on other means and only use his sword to end it all.

When the two weapons were in opposition and You realized that he was gradually losing ground, his restless gaze made a discovery.

In front of his burning, hot eyes was a flowing crimson, the true color of fresh blood.

Until now, the most serious injury Wang had sustained was the time he sacrificed himself to block the dragon's claw attack for Hawky;

Although Cai had done the most basic emergency treatment for the massive bleeding wound in his abdomen, it could only temporarily stop the bleeding and not heal it.

Later, Wang personally led a brutal and intense war, annihilating a hundred thousand undead;

During this process, the freshly bandaged wound burst open again due to vigorous activity, causing a large amount of blood to spill out.

To You's surprise:

Even though the wound kept getting longer, the movements of the demon clan leader did not slow down, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

This won't do, You thought:

Whether it's a monster or a person, if they don't scream in pain after being injured, it's not reasonable.

To correct this "mistake", You freed up one hand, clenched it into a fist, and pounded it towards that specific target.

Thud!

The powerful fist struck heavily at the wound, the rolling back of the fist stirring up the flesh and blood, as if trying to tear the skin in that area completely.

"Ah!"

Wang's face underwent a drastic change, his previously stern expression greatly distorted, and groans leaked out from between his clenched teeth.

"Yes, this is how you should be. Call out more, and let me make you suffer even more..."

Thud thud thud thud thud!

The fierce punches continued to strike the same spot, and in an instant, splatters of blood and intermittent groans gradually intertwined.

You truly hated it!

Why did he hate that no matter how many methods he used and how hard he tried to weaken his opponent's strength, he still couldn't gain the slightest advantage in a direct fight.

Fortunately, there are many ways to win.

For example, what he was doing now, although it was not at all glorious, as long as he could win, wasn't that enough?

Once You had the advantage, he planned to keep it, but Wang wouldn't let him change the situation so easily.

Later, You dropped your fist once again, and this time, a raised foot met the blood-stained fist.

Wang still maintained the posture of holding out his sword, but his right leg suddenly lifted and harshly collided with the incoming fist.

With a "crack," the raised leg struck the hand and sent it back, leaving You's hand instantly covered in flesh and blood.

When Wang lowered his right leg, a heavy stomp followed, leaving an imprint of the sole of his shoe on top of the skull beneath his feet.

After a "crack" sound, the final skull was crushed, Wang and You lost their footing, and both fell down.

Instinctively, the skull moved and extended bone claws, catching its owner.

You avoided the predicament of landing, then sequentially kicked out with both legs, holding the knife from above and coming down to the target below, aiming for the only target and delivering a powerful strike.

On the other side, as Wang descended, he decisively threw the long sword in his hand down;

In the next second, his feet, following the direction he remembered in his previous mind, stepped onto the sword handle exactly.

Stabilizing his balance, he exerted force with the tip of his foot, controlling his body to leap upwards;

At the same time, his other foot glided down vertically on the sword handle, performing a kick and a hook, using his foot to kick the sword back up.

As the sword rose in front of him, Wang reached out his hand and gripped the blade, coinciding with the appearance of the shadowy figure.

The sword edge was vertical, the knife blade horizontal, overlapping to form an irregular "十" shape, bursting with countless sparks.

In the second stalemate, Yuo did not give up his plan of making a treacherous move and soon lifted one of his feet, sweeping it towards Wang's waist and abdomen.

Using a move once is considered "clever";

But when it is used a second time, besides the words "stupid", what other words can be used to describe this action?

Thud!

The foot that was swept out couldn't continue forward because the lower leg, which controlled the movement of the toes, was already gripped by a hand stained with blood.

Wang remained silent, but his raised left arm rotated, throwing Yuo's leg and his whole body away.

The speed of the skeleton's movement was not very fast. It managed to catch its master once, but couldn't catch him a second time, only able to watch as he fell to the ground.

A distance of five or six meters would not cause significant damage to Yuo, who was at the level of "allure".

However, Yuo's feelings at the moment were not great either.

Initially, he did not have any obvious external injuries, but now he had suffered some significant injuries, both internally and externally.

The offensive named "Erasure" had not ended, and Yuo had not found an opportunity to get up from the ground. The icy sword pierced down.

Clang clang clang clang!

Yuo remained in a supine position on the ground, and from half a foot in front of him, the sharp tip of the sword, carrying an astonishing killing intent, was ready to strike.

The knife blade, used to block, held the sword, with the person wielding the sword applying force at the front end, while the person holding the knife desperately resisted the approaching opponent's weapon.

Resistance was not a long-term solution. Due to Yuo's current position, he could not exert all of his strength;

As a result, the sword tip continued to advance, from the previous "half a foot apart" to now being able to target the heart at close range.

In ten seconds, no, just five seconds, Yuo would lose his most precious life!

At this critical moment, the skeleton once again changed the situation.

The skeleton didn't use its bone claws to strike at its prey like before, because it knew that doing so would involve its master.

Since a direct attack wouldn't work, it decided to adopt an indirect attack.

The skeleton raised its neck, twisted it to an extreme angle as if it was going to break its own neck, and engulfed the surrounding air currents with its mouth wide open.

Wang was not the type to focus on one thing. While threatening Yuo's life with the sword, he also kept a sideways eye on the skeleton's location.

Seeing the restless movement of the skeleton, he knew he couldn't stay any longer, immediately drew his sword, moved his legs back, and reversed several meters.

This judgment was very accurate. After just a blink of an eye, a swirling howl spread from high above.

At this crucial moment that required quick thinking, the puppet-like undead creature displayed a significant lack of intelligence.

The skeleton only thought of swinging its large claws; it had not paid attention to the howling sound. It would be very easy to trap someone with it.

The sound waves that were enough to level a small forest did not consciously distinguish between "enemies" and "allies" when they descended, and they could not turn.

Youshi raised his elbow and slammed it into the ground, using his reflexes to quickly roll in a diagonal direction, then flipping and standing up in the distance.

The sound waves landed, creating a deep pit in that area, and Youshi was grateful for his quick reaction.

A series of battles proved Wang's recent judgment to be true - as long as there were skeletons, Youshi could not be killed.

The question is:

Why did Wang, knowing that the counterattack was ineffective, still put so much effort into his sword stance?

There is only one answer:

Wang deliberately did this in order to provoke the skeleton to attack, pretending to have a stance that was determined to take Youshi's life!

For tens of seconds after the skeleton emitted its howling sound, it could not make agile physical reactions, exposing its most vulnerable side.

If Youshi is a genius of conspiracies, then Wang is a genius of battles and wars, with an almost innate intuition for seizing the right moment.

While the opponent was busy avoiding the sound waves, Wang did not idle for a moment. He held up his long sword with both hands, and the blade aimed at the position where the skeleton was.

The burning fire elements melted the air along the way, enveloping a wave of intense heat, and in the movement of swinging the sword, it thundered towards the large skeleton.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

It was not necessary to shatter the whole body, as the main destructive force of the raging fire focused on the large skull, pulverizing it with the power of a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

A large skeleton that cannot be ignored stood out in a prominent area of the battlefield;

Its body stood upright, but its head was gone.

Without the core of its whole body, the body could not maintain its posture for too long, and after over half a minute, it fell straight to the ground, turning into scattered bones.

One of the dead was gone, and the two living ones continued to fight until one of them became a dead one.

In the blink of an eye, Youshi's judgment of the current situation was incredibly accurate, which led to the next scene.

The tool serving as a staff was stabbed into the ground, and in Youshi's low humming chant, an overwhelming number of skeletal remains emerged in the sky, forming a surging black tide.

This would be Youshi's most powerful move.

Infinite killing intent surged towards him, so Wang held down his trembling hand due to pain and controlled the elements one last time.

Illusory sword shadows appeared one by one, a total of five, plus Youshi himself, making it six swords in total.

The elements, which were not abundant on the battlefield, were once again forced to converge and surrounded the ends of the six swords.

Water, fire, ice, wind, thunder, and earth, the six elements were ultimately controlled by the strongest man in the western continent.

Instead of unleashing their power one by one, they transformed into a resounding shock, combining into a "holy power surge," overwhelming and stirring up the sky.

Numerous undead fulfilled their curses, their lingering spirits sweeping down, attempting to take the life of the only living person in front of them;

A sword traversed and twisted the dome of the sky, directly facing and cleaving through the curse, as if wanting to destroy this dim battlefield.

Some fought tirelessly, driven by desires for ultimate victory;

Others had no attachments, wielding their swords to embrace their final destination.

No distinction of high or low, no hierarchy, just a pure contest of strengths.

Through their respective ultimate moves, the two of them seemed to have lived through their entire lives in an instant, reaching the pinnacle of decades.