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494 Chapter 494 Alas, Not A Match

Chapter 494 Alas, Not A Match

After drinking the potion, Duan Ying had the upper hand for a short time, but he was beaten down by Lu Yu soon after.

First, his weapon was destroyed, and it turned into a close-range fight. In every close-range fight, Lu Yu always had the upper hand.

When it came to close combat, Lu Yu wasn’t afraid of anyone. Whenever he fought with a ferocious beast or an enemy, he mostly won through close combat.

Furthermore, he had trained his close combat skills countless times in the training camp, boosting his physical stamina to great heights.

Duan Ying had lost his weapon, so the only possibility left was his defeat.

Lu Yu’s fist smashed down, crippling one of Duan Ying’s knees and causing him to stagger backwards.

When the onlookers in the area saw this, they got anxious.

They all frowned and clenched their fists, their hearts in their throats, especially those on Jiang Lintian’s side.

“Damn, he can’t even maintain his upper hand!”

“Is his strength still not good enough?”

“Is Lu Yu that strong? Even someone above our boss couldn’t defeat Lu Yu?”

“Fuck, Lu Yu broke into our territory not because he’s reckless but because he has the strength!”

“This is ridiculous. How could this be?”

Everyone turned their attention to Duan Ying. If his knee were crippled, his combat strength would be basically gone, and it would be impossible for him to continue fighting with Lu Yu.

However, after Duan Ying took a few steps back, his broken knee began to twist and deform like plasticine.

His injured right leg recovered as his kneecaps were twisted and reconstructed!

Duan Ying, who was originally limping, stood up straight again. His figure was exactly the same as before, and it didn’t look like his knees had been broken in the first place.

Duan Ying’s eyes were fixed on Lu Yu as he said, “Continue; let me see what other abilities you have!”

Duan Ying approached Lu Yu quickly!

In response, Lu Yu raised his right claw, and his Undead Dragon Claw began to spew out a dazzling green flame!

Whoosh!

As soon as the flame burst out, it was like a huge fireball flying toward Duan Ying.

Seeing this, Duan Ying retreated, trying to avoid the incoming flames.

He looked at the flames in front of him in horror and immediately yelled in horror.

“This… this is the Undead Fire, a power that only the Death Spirit Dragon has! Why do you have it too?!”

He shouted in panic, completely forgetting that Lu Yu had already transformed many of their people into undead warriors with his Undead Fire.

The flames reached Duan Ying’s body and began to burn intensely.

The flames danced on Duan Ying’s body, and after feeling the pain, he began to swing his arms frantically to pat off the flames.

Soon, he realized that the flames on his body couldn’t be extinguished. In other words, he had to withstand the burning pain of the flames, and only defeating Lu Yu would dispel the flames.

Lu Yu looked at him and said, “It seems that the potion you just drank can greatly improve your healing ability. In that case, I’ll let you heal slowly. How about it? ”

Duan Ying’s kneecaps had healed almost instantly; even such hard bones could recover quickly.

It was enough to show how amazing the effects of the potion Duan Ying had drunk were!

Swoosh!

Duan Ying’s figure flickered, turning into an afterimage as he rushed toward Lu Yu.

However, the blazing flames on his body exposed his movement trajectory, allowing Lu Yu to see clearly where he moved.

Lu Yu locked onto his position and had his claws ready to meet him when he appeared beside him.

Duan Ying approached Lu Yu and swung his fist at him!

Lu Yu raised his left claw and spread out his fingers. His palm met Duan Ying’s fist, wrapping his fingers around it.

Bang!

Duan Ying’s fist landed on Lu Yu’s palm, and the huge force made a dull bang. Lu Yu’s left hand shook, and he was surprised by his enemy’s strength and attack, as they had also improved a lot; he almost couldn’t take this punch.

But then, Lu Yu jabbed his right claw into Duan Ying’s lower rib.

Squelch!

Lu Yu’s arm turned into an afterimage and reached over, opening up a few bloody wounds.

Duan Ying felt the pain and retreated. He covered his lower rib with his right hand and quickly stopped the bleeding.

At this moment, he felt a strange change in his body.

He suddenly felt tired, and his muscles couldn’t exert any strength. He even felt that his muscles were slowly weakening.

He raised his hands to take a closer look and was shocked to find that the wrinkles on his hands had become more prominent, similar to those of a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.

He looked at Lu Yu and asked in fear, “What did you do to me? Why is my body aging!”

At first, Lu Yu didn’t plan to use these skills, as it was nice to have a punching bag to train his close combat skills. However, Duan Ying’s self-healing ability was so good that Lu Yu had to debuff Duan Ying, or he would be exhausted to death.

“You’re on drugs, so why shouldn’t I give you some negative effects?”

Lu Yu walked toward him.

Although Duan Ying felt something was wrong with his body, he understood that these adverse effects would only last for a moment. As long as he dealt with Lu Yu quickly, he would still have hope of dispelling these effects.

He clenched his fist and took two steps forward but stopped after staggering.

He stood in place for a while and suddenly realized something.

When he had his weapon, he couldn’t even defeat Lu Yu. Now that he had lost his weapon and even had debuffs on him, how could he still hope to defeat Lu Yu?

Could it be that he needed to rely on the self-healing effect of the truth potion?

No, this was absolutely impossible.

The most important thing was that even now, Lu Yu hadn’t used his trump card.

For a moment, he, who had been highly confident just a moment ago, fell into endless despair.

Lu Yu came to him and looked down at him, asking, “Are you planning to give up?”

“I thought you had a strong will to fight, but it turns out you’re nothing more than this.”

Duan Ying lowered his head as if he had already accepted his fate.

The flames on his body were still burning, bringing constant pain to his soul. The pain went deep into his bones and was borderline unbearable.

His face was wrinkled, and his weak body made him age even faster. His self-healing effect wasn’t doing anything other than delaying his imminent death.

“You’re not in a hurry to kill me; I know what you want.” Duan Ying smiled coldly.

“It seems you’re a smart person,” Lu Yu quipped.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you have your way.” Duan Ying replied.

As he spoke, he took a dagger from his storage ring and placed it on his neck.