eserving the HTML tags:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Nope!Here's the translation of your content:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!There...Wang Yiwu ran wildly, enduring the mad pounding force of Chong Xuan's reckless charge. His steps grew faster and faster.

Boom boom boom!

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He stepped forward, each footfall producing a dull thud on the ground. This indicated that in his confrontation with Chongxuan Sheng, he had already lost complete control of his strength.

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He is constantly releasing himself, constantly releasing a stronger version of himself.

Facing fourteen frenzied slashes, he countered with hundreds of punches.

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His fist was surrounded by a swirling mass of qi, writhing like a living thing.

His steps were resolute, and he began to push Fourteen and Chong Xuan backwards.

No self, no victory.

I am invincible.

His power was as vast as mountains splitting and his killing intent raged like a tornado.

None of me kill fist!

Is that all

Wang Yi Wu's fist in the visual field "slowed down," it wasn't actually slow, but because the momentum of this punch was too clear and profound, appearing so distinctly before his eyes that it gave the illusion of being slow.

Lift high and slam down!

You will, Chongxuan Zun will as well, and even stronger!

Fourteen, clad in heavy armor, was sent flying along with his sword.

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Zhong Xuan Sheng charged forward, immediately replacing the position of Number Fourteen and facing Wang Yi Wu. His right hand was unusable, so he raised his left hand, his fat hand forming a knife shape with his palm, and slashed at Wang Yi Wu's chest.

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Wherever the saber passed, the wind howled mournfully like a ghostly wail.

The executioner's sword wielded by Chong Xuanchu, the notorious murderer!

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As if questioning Wang Yiwu in return, would Zheng Xuan be able to perform this style

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Under this blade's might, Wang Yiwu was immobilized, as if pinned by executioners, shackled and bound, awaiting the fateful blow that would sever his head.

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At that moment, military energy began to surge from his body.

It can be a knife, or a spear, or a gun, or a halberd.

"Kill!"

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That wasn't anyone's roar, but the natural cry of a battle spirit condensing and gathering.

Death is a common occurrence, not just seen in the court of law.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of soldiers charge and clash, life and death hanging by a thread.

It was a clash of forces, a battle of death against death.

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Before the ever-approaching "executioner's sword," appeared a fist of steel. It was strong, direct, and fearless.

A clash of fists and blades, a single strike will decide the victor.

This is a test.

At the most crucial moment, Chong Xuan retracted his blade and his rotund body sprang into action like a startled deer. He leaped back, narrowly dodging Wang Yiwu's incoming punch.

He was most adept at intricate arrays of spells, fighting like a game of chess, every move carefully planned, gradually ensnaring his opponents without them realizing it. However, Wang Yiwu wielded the Selfless Killing Fist, which relied on brute force to overcome finesse, completely unfazed by simple spell attacks. He shattered any attack with a single punch, perfectly countering his opponent's style.

With wisdom as deep as a profound mystery, one naturally knows that their past fighting style is ineffective. From the very beginning, they refrain from making such futile attempts.

At this moment, he was in the air, his right hand clenched into a fist, his left hand pressed down on his right. He manipulated gravity magic onto himself, causing him to plummet faster than when he had bounced upwards.

A hammer blow to the head!

"You're like a fat flea," Wang Yiwu said coldly.

He raised his right hand, spreading his fingers wide, and directly met the weight of Chong Xuan Sheng's hammer blow with his palm.

Meanwhile, Chong Xuan felt this mountain-like weight pressing down on him, as if a hammer had smashed into an empty void.

Wang Yiwu's hand that held the hammer was clearly there, yet it seemed to not exist at all.

In this "non-existence," his outstretched palm disappeared, his five fingers closed together, and his fist appeared once again, punching towards the sky!

The fist smashed into Chong Xuan Sheng's anvil, striking his plump body and surging upwards!

The sound was swallowed up.

...was once again found by the sharp wind.

Shi Fourteen, who had previously been blown away, flew back at this time, his hands gripping the heavy sword, courageously and fearlessly charging towards.

Wang Yiwu had to withdraw his fist and counterattack against the fourteenth.

At this time, Chongxuan was blown high into the air. His back had hit the roof and was almost touching the limit of the "Silent Beheading Order's" range. There was no more space for him to maneuver behind.

But at this very moment, Wang Yiwu was pressed by Shi'er.

Zhong Xuan let go of the hammer with his left hand just in time. His right hand, however, hung limp and useless – completely disabled.

To abandon his right hand, while preserving the full combat capability of his left, was a choice he made himself.

From the start of the war to now, he has been making accurate choices, but the sheer difference in strength still led the battle situation to this point.

He directly followed up with an elbow strike to the "boundary," the power of the mark of "Silent Beheading Order" slammed him back.

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Then he fell once more, his fingers curled tightly.

Invisible and intangible pressure squeezed Wang Yiwu from all directions, as if trying to crush him to pieces—of course, that was impossible.

In fact, Wang Yiwu had completely adapted to the heavy techniques that Chong Xuansheng directly imposed on him at this time. As he said, Chong Xuansheng and Chong Xuan both knew the power of heavy techniques, and they were even stronger.

He had faced these tactics long ago.

Therefore, facing the sudden burst of power after Chong Xuan's long battle, he only had a moment's pause.

But it was this pause that brought about Fourteen's fierce eruption.

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The fourteenth sword style is always straightforward and direct, leading straight to life or death. Wang Yiwu's fists are the same way. When the two fight together, strength clashes with strength, ferocity facing ferocity.

Wang Yiwu's brief hesitation was seized upon by the black greatsword, which had found this unexpected opportunity.

Fourteen heavy swords, wielded with unwavering focus, pierced the range of the fist strikes. In this instant, it seemed as if boundless power flowed into the blades, and the black heavy swords even shattered at this very moment! But they were merely being driven by pure force, compelled to fulfill their final "mission" before disintegrating.

At this moment, Shi Fourteen abandoned all defenses, entrusting his entire protection to the heavy armor on his body, and poured all his strength into this sword.

It's time to make a decision.

This sword strike decides life or death!

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The battle seemed to be drawing to a close at this moment.

And Wang Yi'wu, still just clenched his fist.

His gaze was terrifyingly severe.

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Punch in, punch out, punch in, punch out.

At this moment, Wang Yiwu unleashed two punches.

One punch upwards, one punch forwards.

Just those two simple actions, yet they were so fast it seemed as if they happened at the same time. It was like having two fists simultaneously striking in different directions.

An upward punch, shattering the air, created a massive wave that sent the high-flying Chong Xuan soaring!

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And the punch forward, as if traversing time and space, struck Shi Fourteen's abdomen with a resounding boom, impacting his icy-hard armor.

As the point of contact with his fist, the entire heavy mountain-like Fu Yue armor cracked and spread like a spiderweb, exploding entirely!

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But at this very moment, the heavy sword was just about to reach Wang Yiwu's shoulder.

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Then, along with the fourteen's body being flung away, a piece ripped off from above his shoulder. It only got halfway before shattering into countless black iron shards, covering half of Wang Yiwu's shoulder. The rest drifted down and scattered to the ground.

When the will of the fourteen was lost, the heavy sword shattered on its own, more cleanly than a mountain armor shattered.

...Zhong Xuan Sheng struggled to maintain his balance in mid-air. He turned back abruptly, but only saw the silent, familiar figure falling helplessly. Countless shards of armor fluttered from their body like butterflies...

Revealing a delicate and helpless body.

Her face was pale, and her long hair danced wildly.didn't expect the world of mountains and seas to be like this..."xiangbei said, suddenly stopped, stood up, picked up the geishe ji, looked up at the sky.From the heavens above, a thunderous roar echo...