William Nangong didn't bother using a weapon, because he felt there was no need. Dealing with a late‑Grandmaster should be more than easy enough with just his bare fists.
But was it really that simple?
Facing this fierce punch, Ian Song stepped forward.
Boom!
The fist grazed past his face, carrying a wave of scorching heat, but still missed.
His punch missed, which surprised William Nangong a bit. The force of his fist swept sideways, and true qi erupted from within—every tiny pore on his arm shot out a barrage of qi‑needles, spraying across the sky.
The martial art he used was the Nine-Star technique, Drizzling Needle Fist. It looked simple, but hid a deadly threat—often catching people completely off guard.
Seeing Ian Song about to be struck by his qi‑needles, William Nangong couldn’t help but let a cruel smile slip from the corner of his mouth. Once these qi‑needles entered the body, they would take root in the opponent’s acupoints and wreck them from within.
Both the dantian and the acupoints are places where true qi is stored. If the acupoints get damaged, your cultivation will drop sharply.
So, Drizzling Needle Fist really is a pretty vicious martial art.
Whoosh!
In a blur, Ian Song vanished from where he stood.
Puff, puff, puff!
Hundreds of qi‑needles lost their target and dissipated after flying dozens of meters.
"You're way too slow. Maybe it's all that booze—why don't you sober up and try again?"
Ian Song's voice came from behind him.
William Nangong whipped around and saw Ian Song standing dozens of meters away, grinning at him.
At the edge of the drill field, Jason Song laughed, "The commander's Art of Great Teleportation is getting more and more refined. With just that, he can stand undefeated!"
"Exactly. That movement art is just unfair. I have no idea how the commander even cultivated it!" Hannah Han nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with envy.
Actually, what they didn't know was that ever since Ian Song's mental power surged, his Art of Great Teleportation had leveled up several times—almost reaching perfection and leaving Xander Xuanyuan, who taught him the technique, far behind.
With Ian Song's current Art of Great Teleportation, he could travel five or six thousand li in a single thought—and within a confined space, he could dodge at will.
So as long as he wasn't ambushed, even Martial Saints couldn't do anything to him.
William Nangong lunged at him again, unleashing dozens of fist-beams mid-air.
The fist-beams suddenly intertwined and merged, and as they reached Ian Song, they transformed into a qi-dragon. Its surging aura nearly froze and locked down the surrounding space.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he thought to himself, 'You're fast, huh? Well, I've frozen the void—no matter how quick your movement art is, you won't get away.'
Too bad he didn't realize that the Art of Great Teleportation doesn't rely on the main space at all, but on a secondary spatial layer.
Whoosh!
Ian Song's figure flickered and vanished again, leaving William Nangong grasping at empty air.
"You're still too slow. Try again!"
The slightly mocking voice came from behind, making William Nangong's killing intent surge.