Chapter 661: Chapter 395: Levels are Meaningless_2
He held a warhammer in one hand, touched a stone on his belt, and another warhammer appeared. Suddenly, two hammers rained down on him, making him even harder to hit. Turning around and retreating, Yan Xiaobao watched as the expert before him broke into a cold sweat. To advance instead of retreat, he needed to take a blow from the hammers, and even a single hit would be enough to seriously injure him. However, he couldn’t continue to retreat. With determination in his eyes, Yan Xiaobao focused on Speed Flow while watching the hammers. He slowly weaved in and out. Everything seemed to slow down as he took a step forward instead of backward. Then came another step, his body twisting, his waist rotating.
His body was twisted to the limit, and it was impossible for him to completely avoid the hammers falling on him. Realizing he was going to take a hit regardless, Yan Xiaobao twisted as much as possible, ensuring the hammers would only hit one of his arms.
Before the sound of bones breaking reached Yan Xiaobao’s ears, he heard a trembling sound, followed by the most painful sensation as his entire arm went numb. Although Yan Xiaobao wanted to look at his arm, he knew this was his only chance to attack, as the dagger in his hand pierced the chest of the Saint before him. Unfortunately, it didn’t go deep enough to kill the Saint, but blood gushed from the wound, causing the Saint to immediately retreat. As the two warriors stared at each other, his eyes were filled with surprise.
Now that both beast and human had finally retreated, Yan Xiaobao had the chance to look at his arm. As he saw what was there—or rather, what wasn’t—he felt dizzy. The only thing left was a bloody stump, with bones protruding. Looking around, he quickly spotted an injured arm lying on the ground; his arm, or what was left of it.
"You idiot, how are we supposed to manage without that arm?!" Lan Feng was shocked; disbelief filled his eyes, his voice high-pitched. He was filled with fear, concern, and regret. Yan Xiaobao managed to stab the Saint, but the stab, though painful, wasn’t enough to kill the Saint before them; instead, they left behind an entire arm. Blood gushed from the wound, and Yan Xiaobao had to use his martial power to stop the bleeding, or he would bleed to death within an hour.
As Yan Xiaobao looked at the arm on the ground, he gritted his teeth, his cheeks beginning to hurt. Unfortunately, he knew nothing about self-healing, and the pearl in his Dantian Cave was the most moody he knew of. As for why the green pearl refused to help him, unlike the blue cloud and red fog, Yan Xiaobao really didn’t know, but now he needed some way to reattach his arm.
"I will help you now," a gentle female voice echoed from his Lower Dantian. "I will heal you, and for the next hour, I’ll continue to heal you, but after an hour, for the rest of the battle, don’t expect any more help. I won’t help you."
Hearing the voice, Yan Xiaobao was completely surprised. He had never heard this voice before, but he quickly understood that the green pearl he had once sworn oath to had decided to help him. Although only this once, it was indeed a great help, and Yan Xiaobao nodded, his gaze determined.
The expert on the other side spent a lot of time healing himself while keeping an eye on Yan Xiaobao. He was surprised when the young man didn’t attack him, and even more so when he noticed the young man closing his eyes for a moment.
Yan Xiaobao opened his eyes, and what were once blue eyes were now filled with a green light. A light slowly started to glow from his entire body. Using Speed Flow, Yan Xiaobao instantly appeared beside his shattered arm and picked it up with his good arm. Afterwards, he placed it by the open wound on his shoulder. Looking incredibly surprised, the tall expert saw how the tissues reconnected at an unprecedented speed.
He considered himself a decent therapist, but he had never seen anyone’s body heal itself so easily, but now he understood one thing. There was no doubt that the person before him was more dangerous than he had anticipated. The Beast Great Marshall was dangerous. He possessed powers the Saint had never seen or heard of. His mission was no longer to play with this person. It was time to launch an all-out attack on the person in front of him; it was time to get serious.
Yan Xiaobao seemed to agree. His eyes focused, his body once again engulfed in blue flames. As he launched towards the Saint before him, his eyes still flickered with green light. He no longer worried about avoiding the hammers, as sudden, intense pain flared when one of his legs was shattered only for the green energy to instantly heal it again.
Continuing forward, Yan Xiaobao managed to touch the Saint before retreating. He delivered some of his Blue Flame to the Saint, simultaneously feeding Lan Feng’s elemental affinity, causing it to soar into the sky. It took root in the Saint and started to burn him mercilessly, causing a charred smell to drift in the air. Yan Xiaobao smiled when he saw the Saint trying to extinguish the flames with his own martial power. Charging forward again, this time, Yan Xiaobao aimed his dagger at the Saint’s throat. As he approached the Saint, his gaze locked on the target, while his hand felt steady, the Saint seemed like a living torch.