Internal martial arts masters are able to seal their own energy, preventing any leakage. The higher their cultivation, the harder it is for others to sense or see through them. When top-tier experts clash, they hide their forms behind their attacks and defenses. If you're a little slow, it's not a big deal, but in lightning-fast battles, everyone relies solely on sensing each other's energy.
This sword-wielding woman was ridiculously fast, her blade a dazzling blur. Even with an eight-layer defensive shell, you can't exactly armor your eyeballs. One wrong move and you'd get your eyes poked out for real, so Jill Young never dared lose focus—and honestly, never paid attention to what her opponent looked like.
Today, that big guy snatched the kid first and threw punches later. Jill couldn't care less who these people were or what the deal was. Everyone here was an expert, everyone knew how to hide their energy, and everyone understood the rules of a brawl—so naturally, they all started swinging fists without a word. The fight was short, but insanely dangerous.
If Professor Yang were here, with his personality and super senses, he’d definitely spot something odd. But with Queen Jill’s temperament, it’s always punch first, questions later.
So, in just a few moves, the fight spiraled into a total frenzy—nobody could back down, and things kept escalating.
It all came to a head when Jill landed a punch right in the swordswoman’s stomach.
Skin touched skin, nerves fired, and the swordswoman couldn’t hide her energy anymore. The warmth and softness of her body sent a shock straight to Jill’s brain—her lightning-fast reflexes caught something off the moment her fist made contact.
This swordswoman was pregnant.
Not far along, maybe four months tops. You couldn’t tell from the outside (some women show earlier, depending on their constitution). But that surge of vibrant life—just like the energy Jill felt at the fourth tier of Dragon Elephant—was unmistakable. One punch here, and the baby would’ve been nothing but a bloody mess.
Right then, you’ve got to give Jill credit for her character.
She's wild, but she's not extreme or radical.
This punch was powerful, but Jill Young still held back. Her aim was to subdue, not kill. Even though her fist seemed to tear through space, Jill could recall every ounce of force in an instant. The air thundered, the power was scary, but all that energy was quietly dispersed by Jill herself.
She reached out and carefully touched the woman's belly again, just to double-check. Jill's expression instantly turned odd. Pregnant woman, female swordsman, an old monk with freakish finger strength—who could that be? Even if the Divine Eagle Hero only watched a third of the drama, Jill suddenly realized. In the whole world, only one person fit all these conditions.
"Lydia Drake?"
The swordswoman, after her initial shock, realized something too. She hadn't actually been hit, and the baby seemed fine. But she only managed to say, "I..." before a thunderous palm strike came crashing toward Jill Young's back.
The palm force was fierce and unyielding, no weaker than a Dragon Subduing blow. And this one, thrown in a fit of heartbreak and rage, was even more powerful than usual. There was a pressure that seemed to crush the whole world—just like the five-finger grab Jill Young had used earlier. It had to be Gabriel Yang's Melancholy Soul-Palm. That move ran on pure emotion. Now, with his feelings running wild, he'd pushed the technique to a new level. With this kind of all-in-one palm, Jill's internal strength was nowhere near enough to take it head-on.
Normally, dealing with a rampaging top-tier master like this would be a nightmare. But right now...
"I'll dodge~" Jill Young spun on her heel and instantly slipped behind Lydia Drake. Gabriel Yang never expected anyone could break free of the Melancholy Soul-Palm's lock. In a blink, it was his own wife standing in front of him. Shocked, Gabriel Yang froze, his energy scattered, and all that overwhelming momentum fizzled out.
"My turn!" With a flash of gold, the Black Iron Sword appeared, buzzing with heavy metal vibes. With a thunderous swing, a dark arc cut through the air. Lydia Drake was still in shock from almost losing her baby, when suddenly, a very familiar giant sword whacked her "dear hubby" like a baseball, sending Gabriel Yang flying.
Thud! Gabriel Yang slammed into the courtyard wall. He tried to get up, but suddenly clutched his chest, doubling over in pain.