The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Malick becmore alert and careful once he realized that his fierce strike had no effect. It seemed to him now whoever was taking cover behind this thick fog was not to be looked down upon, so he had to be more vigilant.

As a respectable and experienced Master Realm cultivator, Malick could still vaguely locate the enemy despite his spiritual sense being restricted and he could barely use it.

The blade-light he had just unleashed was quick, sudden, and well-aimed. It was equivalent to a surprise attack, and the fact that the enemy could dodge it so easily meant that it was a formidable foe that had great skills and was not to be under-estimated.

However, since someone had reacted to his attack, it at least proved one thing. The weird city was not totally deserted. It seemed that speople were hiding in the shadow and playing tricks on them.

The mysterious things that were happening in the strange city had distressed Malick ever since he had set foot in the desolate town. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't figure things out. Now that clear enemies had cout and made skind of interactions with him, he secretly felt relieved instead of fear.

Once his cultivation base had leveled up to the Master Realm, he had feared no one, since no one had really posed any threat to him in the Sunset Mountain. So he wasn't really scared of the enemies, although he still couldn't see them.

"You are still playing tricks with me, huh? How dare you challengelike this? It seems that | must teach you a lesson, or else you will never learn!" Malick warned, although there was no response this time. He sneered in his mind, wielded his saber and a slashing blade intent was created and released from within his body, bursting out into the air. Dozens of dazzling saber-lights carrying explosive strength shot out fast and formed a formidableof sharp blades, which rushed overwhelmingly towards the square, in the direction of the enemy's voice.

The solid wall of greyish white fog was brought down instantly by his quick and forceful blade aura, which then cleared a limited space on the square. The space cleared looked like a typhoon eye being created and Malick could finally see the clear and bright sky behind the fog.

And at this point, a male figure appeared at the cleared corner of the square. Malick could tell that it was the silhouette of a middle-aged man. He was around forty years old and was plainly dressed.

Malick was surprised by the sudden appearance of the man while the middle-aged man had not expected that Malick would see him, either. He hadn't imagined that Malick's attack could be so powerful and aggressive, and a sign of alarm flickered over his face. Before Malick could even get to see the 'surprise intruder’ or say or do anything, the middle-aged man turned his palm up, and a pitch-black little square flag appeared from the middle of his palm and he tossed it towards Malick.

Before the flag hit the ground, a cloud of dark fog flowed out of it. The fog swirled and surged forward while gradually turning into a large number of hideous demons that produced an ear-piercing scream once they completely took shape. They rushed over to theof sharp blades made by Malick directly.

As he threw the dark flag, the middle-aged man made a hasty retreat to increase the distance between himself and Malick. He then waved his other hand to draw a green shield in front of him, which expanded rapidly once it touched the air. Soon, it grew into a huge shield over ten feet wide, several times its original size and stood between the man and Malick.

The man was obviously threatened by Malick'sof blades and since he had caught him off guard, he must have felt defenseless and exposed and therefore used all his skills and tricks to defend himself, just like a drowning rat.

The next instant, the evil demon-like spirits collided with the brightof blades. Immediately, there was a high pitched, thin sound at the edge of the blade. The numerous demons produced harsh heart-wrenching screams as they were torn into tiny pieces and their bones crushed by theand turned into tiny little dark debris in the air.

At the stime, the dark flag from where the evil demons had appeared also exploded at once into oblivion However, in the process, the brightof blades also flickered and grew dimmer with every attack. Once it collided with the green big shield, the impact made a deafening sound as it cinto contact with the hard metallic surface. It didn't break the shield with one single blow, but it forced it to retreat under its relentless barrage of attacks.

Hiding behind the green shield, the middle-aged man's face changed color. He had never thought that the net's assaults could still be as offensive as it was, especially since part of its energy was significantly consumed by the demons. Malick was not to be underestimated and so to reinforce his defense, the man reached out to touch the back of the shield and began to continuously inject his vital energy into it.

The shield managed to maintain its shape while receiving a platoon of attacks, however, it still kept retreating due to the incessant confrontation and attacks from the net. The middle-aged man tried his best to hold on to his armor, but he too had to take steps back to keep up with the attack and to avoid being pressed into the mud by the net's force. Fortunately, after holding out for a while, the standoff finally ended when theof blades slowly ran out of energy and dissipated, unable to attack any more.

The shield survived the barrage of attacks, but several small cracks appeared on its surface. The man's face darkened when he noticed the damage and he regretted being careless, otherwise, Malick wouldn't have been able to take the upper hand. From now on, he had to take his rival more seriously.

He quickly put his shield back and with a wave of his hand. He then summoned the thick fog which flooded into the space that Malick had earlier cleared. Soon the corner where he stood was again covered by the white curtain of fog, and the man vanished into thin air.

"So he is also a Master Realm cultivator, a rather strong one!" The people who witnessed the confrontation becaware of their enemy's level of strength after seeing how the middle-aged man channeled his vital energy into the shield to strengthen it.

He might have been a bit weaker than Malick, but his cultivation base was definitely at the Master Realm.

After realizing that he could get at the enemy with a single blow, Malick was quite reassured of his skills. Taking a deep breath, he created another glistening and overwhelmingof blades and pushed it towards the enemy again.