Hidden Moth-Chapter 388 - 217: The Flood Dragon Plows the Mountain, Smashing the Jade Pillar (Part 3)

Fabre just deflected Zou Tianjin’s Fire Element Attack. It seemed like he casually waved his hand, elegantly showing off his cultivation level, but in reality, he was also deliberately flaunting it, which unfortunately delayed his reaction time.

Fabre couldn’t avoid it, really couldn’t. He dodged, but not completely.

Fabre jumped up to dodge in the sky. This Jianghu Wanderer surprisingly also has a Flying Divine Artifact, which is clearly taking advantage of Zou Tianjin not being able to fly. But his reaction was too slow, or rather, Zou Tianjin approached too quickly.

The pouncing dragon’s claw was already in front of Fabre, poised to tear him apart. Fabre’s figure soared upward, striking towards the dragon’s claw with his mana, without directly touching it, but instead counterattacking through the air.

A dull explosion resonated, and Fabre was sent flying obliquely into the sky. This blow didn’t completely hit solid, and Fabre used the momentum of his ascent to dissipate the force, but one of his right arms hung limply down.

Taking another look at Zou Tianjin, transformed into a Golden Flood Dragon, was struck down by this blow, crashing onto the hilltop, forcefully creating a ravine. The top of the small hill, originally round, now turned saddle-shaped.

Zou Tianjin thought it was a pity, but he had no intention to entangle, maintaining his speed as he charged forward. In the darkness, he had resumed his human form, though his body surface still seemed to be covered in a matte scale.

Steward Zou fled, escaping at full speed!

In a confrontation between experts, life and death is so perilous; one can’t say the one with higher cultivation will surely win, or else what’s the point of fighting? If Fabre’s reaction had been slightly slower just now, he might have already been killed.

Zou Tianjin, who charged over the hill, also felt a sense of dizziness. Though unscathed from head to toe, he felt as if he was sick, with most of his strength drained, appearing exceedingly weak.

This was a sign of life force depletion, coming from Fabre’s downward strike. Fabre was not his match in a direct collision but used a more advanced technique.

Zou Tianjin had figured it out by now: Fabre is likely a Tier Six Physician practicing the Observing Body Skill. No wonder he could unseal Shi Yun Road, as his cultivation level surpassed that of the Tier Five Healer.

The so-called physicians of the Magic Sect not only can cure illnesses but can also kill people. That previous strike was to strip Zou Tianjin of his life force vitality.

If under a different circumstance, Zou Tianjin should take an elixir in time and practice while nurturing himself to dispel the technique invading his Furnace, gradually recovering. But he had no time now, so he gritted his teeth and continued sprinting.

Doing this would result in severe internal injuries later, but he couldn’t care about that now; he must escape with all his might first. If he had turned and fled from the start, he definitely wouldn’t have escaped; it was precisely because he took the initiative to attack that he gained this slim chance.

Zou Tianjin was thinking just this when he suddenly received a Divine Thought, so he stopped in his tracks, had nothing on him to heal, and sat down on the ground to begin Practicing and recuperating.

Fabre was injured; his arm was broken from the impact, rolling as he soared into the sky, like a hunter being tossed up by a mad boar, yet he stabilized before descending.

In the dark, invisible Wind Blades seemed to form wings. He wanted to chase Zou Tianjin but suddenly turned and flew swiftly away, escaping even faster than Zou Tianjin.

As he flew, he flapped those invisible wings, sending out Wind Blades whirling back as he retreated.

It was a clear day, with stars in the sky and clouds floating about, difficult to discern at night whether they were dark or white clouds. One cloud drifted too low, seemingly falling from the sky like a huge fist.

If Fabre had been slower, he would have almost been struck by that fist but luckily remained vigilant with his Divine Sense during the Magical Combat, escaping in time.

The cloud floated his way, seemingly slow and leisurely, yet Fabre could never outpace it. The Wind Blades he sent out felt like they were stabbing into cotton candy, hardly slowing it down.

Zou Tianjin received a Divine Thought precisely then, and he had already fled quite a distance. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

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