Chapter 120: A Single Strike to Annihilate the Enemy

Great Solitary Reef was destined for no peace today. No sooner had the battle between Jiang An and "True Person Shengu" concluded than another, far more massive melee erupted!

In the near-shore waters, six formidable experts were already locked in combat.

The Cardinal of the Holy See faced the Blue Dragon Envoy of the National Protection Villa. Feeling immense pressure, he exerted his full strength from the start. First, he cast a water shield—no, a double-layered water shield—upon himself. Then, his body erupted with white radiance, shining like a miniature sun. With a wave of his hand, he unleashed relentless, razor-sharp Holy Light Cross Slashes at the Blue Dragon Envoy’s armor. Yet, these devastating attacks merely created ripples against the Envoy’s "Azure Dragon Qi Armor," failing to breach the protective barrier. Still, the sheer force of the assault successfully slowed the rushing Envoy’s advance.

The other two battlefields were equally evenly matched. Hua Yuan of the Hua family possessed profound cultivation, enough to materialize his internal energy into a distinct, named form: the ancestral "Overlord Qi Armor." Every move he made carried the strength to lift cauldrons and move mountains. However, his opponent, Shen San, was no weakling. Endless, ferocious flames surged from his body, transforming him into a nimble, flying fire-spirit. He circled Hua Yuan constantly, the scorching heat waves never ceasing. The surrounding seawater was soon engulfed in billowing white steam, obscuring the area.

Meanwhile, Song Han, having only recently entered the third stage of the Grandmaster realm, could not yet condense the complete version of the Song family's renowned "Cold Speech Qi Armor." His opponent, Alexander the Rubber Man, relied on a repetitive set of moves. While his defense and evasion were exceptional, his offensive capabilities were relatively weak. Combined with the advantage of his martial arts style, Song Han managed to maintain a slight upper hand.

The battle between these six individuals churned the sea, creating violent waves that surged in every direction. The onlookers, terrified, retreated rapidly, finally grasping the true might of third-stage Grandmasters.

Before this, Jiang An had encountered Tim, the "Space Folder" of the Fellowship.

Tim knew he had to finish the fight quickly; the longer it dragged on, the greater the danger of being trapped. He charged directly at Jiang An without unleashing an immediate attack. Jiang An remained silent, raising a hand to send a fire serpent forward as a probe. Sure enough, something peculiar happened: although Jiang An aimed directly at Tim, the moment the fire serpent neared him, Tim vanished, and the serpent struck empty air.

"Over here!"

Jiang An whipped his head around, his right fist whistling through the air. Under the pressure of his strike, the black man Tim appeared from the void. Seeing the incoming fist, Tim did not dodge. Instead, a mocking smirk curled his lips. The next moment, something bizarre occurred: Jiang An’s fist, which should have struck Tim’s face, emerged from the void beside his ear, as if a chopstick had been refracted in water.

"Haha!"

Tim chuckled and, as if closing a window, pulled his body back into the void and disappeared.

So that is the origin of his title, "Space Folder," Jiang An analyzed rapidly. Unlike the Mamba assassin he had faced earlier who could turn his body ethereal, this Tim seemed truly capable of folding space. He used it to hide in folded dimensions or to fold away enemy attacks. A formidable ability indeed.

Yet, was this ability truly perfect? Not necessarily. As far as Jiang An knew, all super-powered individuals, no matter how strange their abilities, were limited by their mental energy and possessed a threshold. Taking Tim as an example, Jiang An deduced that he could only fold space in his immediate vicinity and could not fold over long distances—otherwise, he would have simply folded Jiang An directly to the United States. Furthermore, the significant spatial fluctuations caused by his folding allowed powerful opponents to predict his emergence. But what would his attack method be?

Could he fold the space occupied by his opponent to cut them in half? Unlikely, as a powerful Grandmaster’s aura was too intense, making the space around them nearly impossible to fold. That theory was dismissed.

Could it be...

As Jiang An pondered, spatial ripples began to layer over one another in a three-hundred-sixty-degree circle around him, leaving no gaps.

"Just surrender quietly, or don't blame me for killing you!"

Tim’s cold voice echoed from the void, brimming with the arrogance of one who holds all the cards. Jiang An narrowed his eyes, his aura surging. His right fist expanded by more than double its size as he brewed a surge of overwhelming power. The potency of this strike was bound to be extraordinary.

"Die!"

He threw the punch. Curiously, the mountain-shattering wind he had anticipated did not appear. Instead, the space pierced by his fist emitted a screeching, ear-piercing whine, like a fighter jet flying low over one's head. Strangely, this sound did not travel far; it circled the space around Jiang An, layering and intensifying until it roared like thunder.

Crack! Snap!

Suddenly, the space behind Jiang An shattered like a mirror. Tim, clad in his black bodysuit, tumbled out of the void and onto the surface of the sea. Upon closer inspection, blood flowed from his seven orifices, and he spat out fragments of his internal organs. His eyes were wide with disbelief—he could not comprehend his defeat, nor how swiftly it had arrived!

*Did someone leak my ability?*

Filled with resentment, his soul departed; he was dead.

Jiang An was not surprised by the result. His strength stemmed not only from his physique but from his vast experience. Having spent so many years in the Immortal Realm, he had lost count of the battles he had fought against stars-worth of opponents, all wielding endless varieties of immortal techniques, secret arts, and divine powers. Through countless battles, Jiang An had forged an unparalleled combat instinct. He had encountered similar abilities before and quickly deduced Tim’s true method of attack.

Yes, Tim’s spatial trick was to fold countless small windows around his enemy, baiting them into launching their strongest attacks. Regardless of the direction they struck, those small windows would fold the force right back onto the attacker!

Tim had used this tactic to kill several powerful opponents and hold his own against third-stage Grandmasters without falling. To maintain secrecy, he would fold the outermost layer of space, preventing outsiders from seeing the battlefield. People would only see Tim strike, both he and his enemy vanish, and when Tim reappeared, his enemy’s corpse would lie at his feet. This was the source of his fearsome reputation.

Unfortunately for him, he had met Jiang An. Jiang An had feigned a powerful strike, letting Tim believe his scheme had succeeded, only to unleash a sonic punch. The terrifying vibrations pierced the countless folded spaces, shattering Tim’s internal organs—for his physical constitution was far inferior to that of a Martial Grandmaster, remaining within the range of an ordinary human.

"Alright, the speedboat is ready to depart. We’re just waiting for Tim to capture Jiang An, then we’ll escape under the cover of night!"

As the battle began, Cao Taihuan said excitedly, "I’ve already made arrangements in Korea; there is even an army waiting to receive us. As long as Tim captures the target, it’s done. But... he won't lose to Jiang An, will he?"

"Rest assured," Nishimura said coldly. "Tim’s title as the 'Space Folder' isn't just for show. Since the outside world compares him to a third-stage Grandmaster, he naturally has his unique strengths. Look, he’s already pulled his enemy into his folded space. Once it shatters, he’ll be holding Jiang An."

No sooner had he spoken than he felt a space ahead shatter. As both were Grandmasters, they could clearly sense the massive spatial fluctuation. They rejoiced—Tim had emerged, and the target was secured!

They peered through the light with smiles on their faces, only for those smiles to freeze instantly. The black man, Tim, lay dead upon the water, blood streaming from his seven orifices. Not far from him, a handsome man lifted his head and looked their way, his gaze filled with icy indifference.

Tim... he was dead!

A chill surged from Cao Taihuan and Nishimura’s feet to the backs of their heads. Jiang An’s gaze, which treated them like the dead, plunged them back into a terror even deeper than before!

"Start the boat! Forget everything else, run!" Nishimura shrieked, desperate.

The boat started immediately, heading toward the nearest Korean waters.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Jiang An smiled faintly. He stepped onto the water, and a flash of light crossed his body. Suddenly, his hair turned as black as ink, and his face radiated a divine glow. Whenever he revealed his true form, someone was destined to die.

When the long hair emerges, even gods and ghosts weep!

Bang!

With a single step onto the water, leaving a massive crater in the sea, Jiang An vanished. He reappeared fifty meters away, then took another step, covering another fifty meters. With astonishing speed, he bore down upon the Japanese boat.