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Upon landing, his fingers extended out of his sleeve and tapped the tip of the whip lightly, as if he were charming a snake, and the whip instantly turned limp.

Thereafter, he hooked his finger and hooked the whip into his hands.

His actions were as fast as electricity was he twisted and turned without using a hint of true energy, using his years of training entirely.

At that moment, Meng Fuyao finally realized the meaning of the saying that ”There was a gulf of difference between the top five and the bottom five among the Top Ten, and there was a world of difference between each member within the top five.” Epsilon was ranked fourth and had already lost the true energy that was the most important to every martial artist, yet he could still hold his ground against her, who was also among the Top Ten!

Now, her competitive spirit had been sparked; with Epsilon's formidable abilities and skills, fighting to the limits with him would definitely bring her skills to an even higher level!

She curled her fingers, forming a ”Phoenix Formation” with her hands. She did not try to retrieve her whip; instead, she reached directly for Epsilon's meridians.

Instantly, Epsilon's face changed. He had lost his true energy and could no longer fight as he wished with Meng Fuyao. He stepped back, his body moving fluidly like flowing water, his steps as light as a feather. It seemed that he could still use Qing Gong, but Meng Fuyao knew that it was merely the innate characteristics of the martial arts technique that Epsilon had cultivated, or else that night on the boat, he couldn't have pretended to be the child sacrifice of the Lishui Gang and fooled even Tie Cheng when the latter had carried him in his arms.

That night on the boat, when she had returned to investigate, her suspicions eventually had fallen on the child—the guards that had been escorting him had disappeared midway.

Epsilon's weightless movements demonstrated that he still had his Qing Gong abilities and was able to execute powerful techniques. As long as he didn't try to fight head-on with Meng Fuyao's inner energy, he could still hold on for a long time. Meng Fuyao glanced up at the sky. She didn't want to spend too much time here; she still had to go to the palace.

Suddenly, she flew up as well.

Fluttering in the air like a piece of paper, she drifted beneath Epsilon's feet and raised her hand, unleashing Destiny Rebellion in a black arc directly up at him. Epsilon could only move aside, and before he could land on the ground, Meng Fuyao swung again with the same movement and force, intentionally preventing Epsilon from reaching the ground.

Remaining in midair for an extended period of time required true energy to sustain, and given Meng Fuyao's true energy, she could drift around in the air for a long time. However, that was not the case for Epsilon. Every time he was about to land, he was forced to come up again, unable to rest. A mouthful of negative energy began bubbling within him, rising up and causing his head to spin and his eyes to turn blurry.

His eyes flashed angrily as he snorted coldly and said, ”Truly as the saying goes, if a tiger stoops to a lower level, it would be insulted by dogs!” Suddenly, he no longer tried to dodge and launched himself at Meng Fuyao directly in a green flash of light.

Meng Fuyao laughed and responded, ”If dogs were able to insult you, then wouldn't you be worse than a dog?” With a wave of Destiny Rebellion, a black arc erupted in the air, and the two became locked in combat.

The sky was instantly filled with the sharp clashing of metal against metal!

Black arcs streaked across the air like a humongous axe, destroying another wall in the room, while the green light was narrow and elegant, like the ceaseless drizzle outside, disrupting the black arcs. Black and green clashed into a bundle, emitting dramatic and beautiful flashes of light. In the midst of it all, there would be the occasional gold flash from the whip that Epsilon had snatched away. Black, green, and gold, it was a truly spectacular battle.

Epsilon still refused to leave the bed containing the Empress. Even though it was obvious that fighting outside would be more advantageous for him, he still chose to fight Meng Fuyao indoors. His moves were elaborate and complex, vastly different from Meng Fuyao's massive surges of power. He preferred focusing on the details; within the green and golden flashes of light was a pair of hands moving agilely and swiftly, ferocious and elegant. He could unleash five different techniques in a single moment, and each attack could be unleashed in different directions.

On the 137th move, Meng Fuyao let out a yell and the air was filled with shadows of her sword, forming a net directly above Epsilon's head.

Epsilon suddenly smiled as well.

His narrow eyes glinted, and his body softened, twisting his waist in an instant. Suddenly, he was holding a golden claw, its ends rounded like four paws. It was an extremely intriguing design.

His fingers gripped the golden claw as he closed his eyes and sighed nostalgically, ”It's been many years since I've last used a weapon…” Suddenly, the golden claws seemed to extend, locking accurately onto Meng Fuyao's palm and shooting out, the middle claw hooking onto the Laogong meridian in her palm.

Meng Fuyao retracted her hand, feeling a stream of energy spurt out from her hand. The golden claw had actually managed to accurately target the location of her true energy flow. Her heart lurched in surprise; she had not expected Epsilon to have such a powerful weapon. It seemed that it could manipulate the opponent's true energy as it wished or block the flow of its opponent's true energy. It was especially effective for opponents who practiced more aggressive techniques. It seemed that Epsilon was truly a meticulous person; despite knowing how powerful his Virgin Boy Technique was, he still kept a backup weapon.

The golden claw shot forward again, manipulated by Epsilon as he raised an eyebrow and taunted, ”You managed to make me take out my weapon…”

”Please, you Top Ten Masters don't have to keep harping on that statement,” Meng Fuyao interrupted, waving a hand and saying, ”I'm sick of that statement.”

”It's not too bad to die in the hands of this golden claw,” Epsilon replied mildly. ”Since it has already claimed too many lives.” He flicked his fingers and golden hooks shot out from the claw.

Black, green and golden flashes of light once again surrounded the room, causing the bed canopy to rip into shreds as pieces of torn fabric fluttered down like butterflies. Immediately, a huge amount of true energy turned the shreds into dust, disappearing before it hit the ground. Outside, the spring rain continued to fall incessantly, yet in this small room, the scene felt as if it were from another world.