C387 What a Perfect Match!(1)

"Kid, if you don't step in soon, I'm gonna be in real trouble here..." Nie Fengyu shouted in frustration.

The battle had ended, and Woo Zhengyang was busy gathering the spoils. Nie Fengyu didn't say much about it. There was a lot of valuable stuff, and if someone swooped in to snatch it, it would be a big loss. He figured he would do the same in that situation. But when he saw Woo Zhengyang start to open each item one by one, Nie Fengyu got angry. This kid really had time to spare—couldn't he see the intense fight happening nearby?

Hearing Nie Fengyu's shout, Woo Zhengyang sheepishly stopped. Actually, he was about to stop anyway because he noticed that the two elders from the Fallen Sun Country were trying to escape, constantly attempting to shake off Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu.

With the Shape Gathering Stage cultivators wiped out and the rest scattering, their carefully planned rise had turned into a disastrous defeat. Continuing to fight was pointless.

Woo Zhengyang slowly approached the battle scene, observing closely. Once again, he was amazed by the teamwork between Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu. Their coordinated technique maximized the strengths of the spear and the sword, complementing each other perfectly. Their attacks were relentless, allowing each other time to replenish energy, making their assault almost continuous.

Because of this, the two elders from the Fallen Sun Country, despite their powerful energy, couldn't really harm them and even found it difficult to retreat.

When it comes to subtlety, the synergy between the two was even more impressive than the explosive Ice Crystal Fire Formation of the four women. Both seemed tailor-made for them. However, the core of the women's formation was their unique Ice Crystal Fire Body. Without it, the formation was just an empty shell.

In contrast, the teamwork between Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu was genuinely designed for ordinary practitioners. As long as they wielded weapons like a longsword and a long knife, they could execute this method and unleash unexpected combat power.

According to Woo Zhengyang's calculations, the combined strength of Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu was comparable to that of three early-stage Reality Condensing experts.

"Kid, my energy is almost depleted! Aren't you going to make a move?" Nie Fengyu shouted hysterically when he saw Woo Zhengyang daydreaming.

"I'm just deciding who to take down first," Woo Zhengyang mused.

Hearing this, everyone was speechless. His tone was as arrogant as ever, treating Reality Condensing experts like mere chicks, as if he could take them out at will.

The two elders from the Fallen Sun Country, who were being scrutinized by Woo Zhengyang, were furious yet helpless. If Woo Zhengyang joined the fray, the situation would undoubtedly become dire.

"Regarding today's events, I, Luo, admit defeat. Let's end this here, and I promise never to offend again!"

The elder of the Fallen Sun Sect admitted defeat.

"You came in all high and mighty, and now you want to surrender? Do you think that's possible?" Woo Zhengyang chuckled as he approached, still refraining from joining the fray. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he simply couldn't.

Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu's teamwork was flawless, perfectly synchronized. If Woo Zhengyang were to jump in recklessly, it might disrupt this balance, giving the two from the Fallen Sun Country a chance to break free. In that case, Woo Zhengyang might be able to take one down, but the other could escape.

Woo Zhengyang's goal was to eliminate all threats, leaving no loose ends. Otherwise, he wouldn't bother with this banter.

"Exactly, I love kicking someone when they're down!" Nie Fengyu laughed triumphantly.

"Aren't they just fools? How did they become sitting ducks?" Woo Zhengyang feigned confusion.

"Because they're fools, they ended up in hot water, turning into sitting ducks! We call them foolish sitting ducks!" Nie Fengyu played along with Woo Zhengyang's taunt.

The two of them mocked relentlessly, further infuriating their opponents.

"Are you trying to force us to burn our Origin Genuine Qi? If that's the case, even if we die, we’ll make sure to take one of you with us!" the elder of the Fallen Star Sect shouted in rage.

"You can certainly try!" Woo Zhengyang's voice rang out as he made his move.

In the heat of the moment, the elder of the Fallen Star Sect had a slight disruption in his fighting rhythm. Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal, but Nie Fengyu understood Woo Zhengyang's intentions. Using some secret technique, he suddenly increased his speed, thrusting his blood-red sword twice and forcing both opponents back.

This gave Woo Zhengyang the perfect opportunity to strike.

As Uncle Fu swung his blade at the elder of the Fallen Sun Sect, Woo Zhengyang's icy blue sword light slashed down, targeting the elder of the Fallen Star Sect, creating a brief but effective collaboration.

Then, Nie Fengyu's spear moved again, attacking the elder of the Fallen Sun Sect. Uncle Fu caught on and shifted the elder of the Fallen Star Sect over to Woo Zhengyang.

With this maneuver, Nie Fengyu and Uncle Fu felt less pressure, leaving the elder of the Fallen Sun Sect struggling to keep up.