The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Frowning, the Damascus blade appeared in Zhang Yuze's hand. Seeing the middle-aged man exude such powerful pressure towards him, Zhang Yuze refused to be outdone, and a fighting spirit with him as the will erupted from him,迎迎 the middle-aged man. He was not one to admit defeat; no one could make him submit with just a mere pressure. With the two as the center, cracks like spider webs formed on the ground, constantly splitting towards the distance. Large trees were also inexplicably cut in half by the pressure, crashing down.

Smiling, the middle-aged man smiled, with a hint of disdainful mockery.

In an instant, the middle-aged man's figure blurred in the air and then silently disappeared.

A black light flashed, and a palm, carrying a black glow, struck towards Zhang Yuze. The palm was ordinary, without any techniques, just falling straight towards Zhang Yuze.

Zhang Yuze keenly felt that this move carried an unimaginable power. The surrounding space seemed to be completely isolated by a force, causing Zhang Yuze to suddenly feel a heavy sense of suffocation, as if an invisible pressure was imprisoning him, making it impossible to avoid the palm in front of him.

“Hmph! If you don't let me dodge, then I'll take it head-on!” Zhang Yuze quickly wielded the Damascus blade in his hand, moving it swiftly with extremely agile techniques. The sharp blade light slashed towards the black glow in front of him.

“Shua! Shua!” The blade light and the black glow collided fiercely.

The palm retreated, but it drew out a vortex, with strands of black gas swirling in the center, assaulting him.

Zhang Yuze's expression sank, and he unleashed the technique that the masked master had taught him.

“Bang!” The two forces collided fiercely in the air, and the resulting shockwave sent Zhang Yuze flying.

“Ugh!” Zhang Yuze's internal Qi and blood churned, and he had already suffered a significant blow.

However, a powerful force was constantly approaching Zhang Yuze, with black mist surging—it was the middle-aged man.

“Damn it!” Zhang Yuze cursed inwardly, but he had no choice but to use all his skills. The power contained within the "Hidden Dragon True Art" was stimulated from within his body. However, his third-level peak "Hidden Dragon True Power" was insignificant compared to the opponent's vast ocean-like energy, but even so, it still played a considerable role.

“Great Dragon Slash!”

The Damascus blade in Zhang Yuze's hand slashed down from the air.

“Boom!” The blade in Zhang Yuze's hand struck the black mist, emitting a violent explosion of energy. The intense rebounding force sent Zhang Yuze flying. Sand and dust filled the entire sky.

“Wah!” Zhang Yuze spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. After his body landed on the ground, with a thought, Zhang Yuze suddenly disappeared from the spot.