120: Start by taking the lead to show respect.

The vast sound rumbled down as if from beyond the Nine Heavens.

The eardrums of everyone present were almost torn apart, the pain unbearable, as if struck by an invisible heavy hammer.

Above the hotel, fragile windows shattered one after another under the aftershocks of that immense power, emitting continuous crisp sounds.

Immediately following was a rain of glass shards, crashing to the ground with a cacophony of jarring sounds.

In such chaos, people knelt or lay prostrate, all clutching their ears, their faces contorted in extreme pain, as if enduring the cruelest torture in the world.

However, amidst the widespread devastation, Han Fei still maintained his composure.

He stood beside the barbecue grill, the skewers in his hand sizzling as the flames licked them, a faint, indifferent smile even gracing his face, as if the external turmoil had nothing to do with him.

"I didn't expect them to actually come," Han Fei murmured softly, a playful smile playing on his lips.

His gaze turned towards the distant horizon.

There, a figure was cleaving through the sky at an astonishing speed, rapidly approaching his location.

"Heh, a C-Rank Expert? I hope you can let me try a few more Spells."

Han Fei chuckled softly.

After acquiring Luna Fairy Spirit's various Spells, he hadn't had the chance to test those high-power Spells.

Now was a good time to use this guy as a test subject.

Immediately, Han Fei slowly raised his arm, chanting a humorous incantation under his breath: "Look at my hand, it's big and white."

As the words fell, the sky above suddenly changed.

The previously scattered clouds, as if summoned by some mysterious power, rapidly converged into an enormous cloud-giant hand.

It carried a vast heavenly might, seemingly slow yet swift, as it reached down to grab Du Tiger below.

The moment Du Tiger witnessed this scene, his face changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and an expression of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Super-Tier Magic?! How is this possible..."

Du Tiger muttered, his voice filled with shock and incomprehension.

In this world, Magic is strictly divided into nine Ranks, each representing a deeper understanding and control of Magic.

Being able to skillfully use more than five Rank Nine Spells signifies a Mage's entry into the Ranks of a C-Rank Expert, becoming an existence above tens of thousands.

However, above Rank Nine, there exists a legendary Domain—Super-Tier Magic.

Super-Tier, meaning beyond Mortal comprehension, is a Domain that Mortals find difficult to reach.

Even Grand Mages who Cultivate for hundreds of years find it difficult to master a single Super-Tier Magic.

Super-Tier Magic is also known as rules Magic, containing the Power of Rules, fundamentally different from ordinary Magic.

Facing Super-Tier Magic, unless one possesses B-Rank strength, any attempt to resist will be futile, one can only watch as they are devoured by that irresistible power.

The moment Du Tiger recognized Super-Tier Magic, his eyes flashed with an unprecedented determination, like a fierce tiger driven into a corner.

Without the slightest hesitation, all the power hidden within his body erupted like ignited gunpowder.

His muscles bulged, his Bloodline surged, and every inch of his skin pulsed with boiling Qi.

He almost instinctively mobilized all the burst abilities that could help him escape this certain-kill strike.

However, how could Han Fei let him escape so easily?

Han Fei, from a distance, gently waved his hand, and the sky-obscuring white cloud-giant hand trembled slightly.

Immediately after, as if the sea of clouds had fissioned, it transformed into countless tiny cloud-hands.

Like sharp arrows in a storm, they swept towards Du Tiger from all directions with a sharp whistling sound and an incredible speed.

These cloud-hands changed unpredictably, sometimes forming sharp claws, other times condensing into hard fist-winds.

They intricately intertwined, forming sets of exquisitely brilliant Martial Skills, completely surrounding Du Tiger.

Every attack was precise, leaving him no chance to breathe.

"Damn it!" Du Tiger's heart grew increasingly anxious.

He clearly perceived that these cloud-hands were not just simple attacks; they were setting up a unique trapping formation, intending to completely trap him in mid-air.

Once trapped, what awaited him would be the fatal blow of the white cloud-giant hand!

Thus, Du Tiger, disregarding everything, resolutely unleashed a gold-Rank Martial Skill.

With his current strength, forcibly using a gold-Rank Martial Skill immediately caused his internal organs to churn, suffering internal injuries.

But now, to Break through the encirclement, he couldn't care less.

However, even with severe injuries and the use of a gold-Rank Martial Skill, it was still unlikely to Break through the airtight siege of the cloud-hands in a short time.

Seeing the terrifyingly huge white cloud-giant hand slowly approaching, Du Tiger's heart pounded violently, almost leaping out of his chest.

The scent of death was as chilling as ice, making his Soul tremble.

"Damn it! I can't die here!"

At the brink of life and death, Du Tiger's will was pushed to its limit.

He let out a thunderous roar, resolutely using his ultimate move, which he could only use once in his life.

"Break for me!!!"

With this roar, Du Tiger's body seemed to be enveloped in golden light.

The light was dazzling, as bright as the scorching sun.

His Aura underwent a qualitative leap at this moment, as if all the energy in the world was being drawn to him alone.

The gold-Rank Martial Skill, which was quite strenuous for him before, became effortless under the blessing of this power.

Every strike could easily disperse the encircling cloud-hands.

Wherever the golden light passed, clouds and fog dissipated, leaving a clear expanse.

Despite the unprecedented increase in strength, Du Tiger remained calm.

He knew that a head-on collision with the white cloud-giant hand would undoubtedly be courting death.

Therefore, after dispersing the surrounding threats, he turned his body, as agile as a swimming fish, and quickly escaped from the giant hand's attack range, leaving a series of afterimages crisscrossing in the air.

"Oh, he still has some skill."

Han Fei, watching from afar, nodded with satisfaction.

The strength displayed by this unknown C-Rank Expert at this moment had already reached the Peak of C-Rank.

It would not be an easy task to eliminate him with just one Super-Tier Magic.

To show respect, Han Fei cast a second Super-Tier Magic.

Accompanied by a crisp snap of his fingers, a low and mysterious incantation slowly flowed from his lips.

"Watch my Lightning Whip, it will make your whole body numb."

The moment the last syllable fell, as if responding to his summons, the distant sky suddenly changed dramatically.

Dark clouds, like ink, rolled and gathered, obscuring half the sky.

Immediately after, streaks of lightning, shaped like whips and flashing with dazzling blue light, tore through the sky at a speed beyond ordinary comprehension, striking towards Du Tiger with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Another Super-Tier Magic?!" Du Tiger's eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

It should be known that any Super-Tier Magic consumes an extreme amount of Magic power and comes with various huge costs.

An ordinary B-Rank Mage, after casting a Super-Tier Magic, even with the help of precious gold-Rank Magic recovery potions, would need to rest and recuperate for two to three days before possibly gathering enough Magic power to cast a second Super-Tier Magic.

Even for some veteran B-Rank Mages, the interval between two Super-Tier Magic Spells would require at least several hours to recover and prepare.

However, the current situation completely overturned this common knowledge.

The continuous release of two Super-Tier Magic Spells left almost no room for breathing in between.

This abnormal phenomenon quickly made three possibilities flash through Du Tiger's mind.

Could an A-Rank Mage be attacking him?

Or, were two B-Rank Mages attacking him simultaneously?

Or did the opponent use some precious Magic item?

Or some other means he didn't know about?

These thoughts flashed through Du Tiger's mind like meteors.

But very quickly, all his thoughts were replaced by a strong survival instinct.

Escape!

Escape from here as quickly as possible!

If he didn't escape immediately, he might die here!

However, escaping from the combined strangulation of the sky-obscuring white cloud-giant hand and the violently raging lightning whips, these two great Super-Tier Magic Spells, was by no means easy.

These two forces, one still and one dynamic, intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, as if even every particle of dust in the air could not escape their control.

"Damn it, I'll risk it!"

Du Tiger's eyes flashed with resolve, and he unhesitatingly used a Martial Dao secret art he had sworn never to use—the "Life-Burning Lamp Method."

With Du Tiger's deafening roar, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble.

His black hair rapidly faded at this moment, turning snow-white in an instant, as if covered by the first snow of winter.

His skin also lost its youthful luster, becoming covered with the marks of time, wrinkles crawling across his forehead, and his whole person seemed to age by thirty or forty years in an instant.

But beneath this aging, a terrifying surge of power was hidden.

Du Tiger's Aura surged like a volcanic eruption, the rapid increase in power making him feel as if he had been reshaped by an invisible force, and his entire Aura suddenly expanded several times over.

His movements became swifter and more powerful, like a humanoid Dragon, every punch, every kick, tearing small cracks in space.

The Power of Rules surged around him, every strike containing the Power of Rules capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

Even if the thunder was mighty and overwhelming, even if the white cloud-giant hand transformed endlessly and was unpredictable, Du Tiger, relying on his gold-Rank Martial Skill imbued with profound Power of Rules, managed to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation, gradually widening the distance between himself and the two great Super-Tier Magic Spells.

"Oh? He still has such a move?"

Han Fei, from a distance, nodded in appreciation.

Du Tiger's two consecutive bursts had elevated his strength to the B-Rank level.

However, this power, gained by burning life, was undoubtedly a poison that quenched thirst, fleeting and dangerous.

Perhaps in just two or three minutes, what awaited Du Tiger would be the exhaustion of his life force, like a lamp running out of oil.

But in these precious few minutes, Du Tiger seemed to have gained the courage and strength to contend with heaven and earth.

Neither the sky-obscuring white cloud-giant hand nor the dense, raining lightning whip shadows could suppress him.

"Two Super-Tier Magic Spells aren't enough, then what about three?"

Han Fei's smile held a hint of playfulness, as if he was enjoying this display of power.

He gently clapped his hands, a relaxed tone slipping from his mouth.

"Watch me turn you into meat paste~"

In an instant, Du Tiger felt as if he was tightly bound by invisible shackles.

The surrounding space solidified like molten lead, heavily pressing down on him.

This feeling was as if the entire world was exerting immense pressure on him.

Even with his current B-Rank strength, every slight movement was like wading through a quagmire, extremely laborious.

"This is... the third Super-Tier Magic?!"

This sudden realization left Du Tiger's mind blank.

That intense fear, originating from the depths of his Soul, made him almost unable to think.

"Run, run, run!"

"I must leave here immediately!"

This thought spread wildly in his mind like a wildfire.

Just dealing with two Super-Tier Magic Spells had already made him run ragged, exhausting all his strength.

And now, the superimposed attack of three Super-Tier Magic Spells was like three insurmountable mountains, trapping him in a desperate abyss, making him truly feel the shadow of death closing in step by step.

"Do I have to use that?"

This thought flashed through his mind, then was immediately replaced by endless hesitation.

"But..."

"If I use that, even if I miraculously escape, my remaining life will probably..."

However, this hesitation lasted only a moment.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Du Tiger unhesitatingly pulled out a pitch-black pill from his close-fitting pocket.

He understood that if he didn't fight with all his might now, the next second he might lose even the chance to fight with all his might.

That heavy pressure Magic, like a parasitic bone, tightly entangled him.

As time passed, the pressure not only didn't lessen but silently intensified, making every breath he took incredibly difficult.

Even his gold-Rank Martial Skill, which he had originally performed like flowing clouds and water, became sluggish under this extreme pressure.

Every move, every stance, seemed to be pulled by an invisible resistance, losing its previous fluidity and power.

The scent of death was already close at hand, Du Tiger roared in his heart, "I can't drag this out any longer!"

He unhesitatingly swallowed the black pill.

Instantly, countless dark glowing curse runes appeared on the surface of his body, like ancient incantations, speaking of forbidden power.

Immediately after, a tearing, heart-wrenching pain struck, contorting his face and making his body tremble uncontrollably, as if he were in Hellish torture.

However, amidst this boundless suffering, an unprecedented and immense power gradually awakened within him.

His Aura, like a volcano suppressed to its limit, suddenly erupted, climbing to a new Peak at an astonishing speed.

That terrifying Aura almost made Han Fei, who was watching from afar, cast a fourth Super-Tier Magic.

"Let's see the situation first. If I add another one, I'm really afraid you won't be able to handle it."

Han Fei smiled and shook his head.

The accumulation of Super-Tier Magic is far from as simple as one plus one!