Chapter 9 (2/2)

“You’re good! It took me so long to find you.” Hong Xi’s eyes flashed viciously. “Finally I have caught up to you. Soon, you will be begging for me to kill you instead!”

Xu Yang squinted. His messy black hair swayed with the breeze. His pair of eyes were shining like the stars at night.

As Xu Yang’s feet exerted Mystical Energy, he rushed toward Hong Xi without saying a word.

Hong Xi’s Mystical Power had been depleted, and he was weakened. He was going to say something to allow some time for his Mystical Qi’s recovery as his Mystical Core was almost drained from the run to catch up with Xu Yang. He wanted to kill this rascal after his recovery. However, Xu Yang, ignoring the difference in their level of cultivation, was headed toward him.

“Ha!” Xu Yang yelled. He dashed in front of Hong Xi using the Running Horse Stance. His fist punched out with crackling power on Hong Xi’s chest.

Hong Xi defended with his arm but he took one step back as he felt his arm vibrate. He was shocked and yelled at Xu Yang, “Stop, kid… As long as you can keep the secret that Song Ren was killed by us that day, I will let you go.” He thought to himself, ‘The kid’s strength is powerful. That’s why the outer disciples were slaughtered like animals.’

1Xu Yang took two steps back when his punch was defended. He was not feeling any better than Hong Xi. A Mystical Warrior was truly different from a Mystical Learner. Hong Xi’s physical strength was stronger than Xu Yang’s even though his Mystical Power had been exhausted.

4Hong Xi’s physical strength was fifty juns. It was three or four times stronger than Xu Yang’s! Xu Yang’s only advantage was that he had the eight battle stances of the Dynamic-Static Combined Qi-Introducing Technique which could magnify his physical strength to the maximum.

“Your Mystical Energy has been drained. If not, the branch just now would have directly penetrated the trunk instead of breaking into two.” Xu Yang sneered. “I will die here if you were to recover your power!”

A Mystical Warrior was indeed stronger than a Mystical Learner. By releasing the inner power, a hundred juns of strength was added to every punch and every kick. None of the Mystical Learners would be able to resist. Not only that, Mystical Warriors could perform graded Mystical Techniques which could cause much more damage than ordinary punches.

Hong Xi was enraged that the branch had revealed his weakness. He knew that the good-looking teenager in front of him was not a person who would be affected by his words.

“Although my Mystical Power has been drained, my body strength is still three times of yours. I can kill you without using Mystical Power.” Hong Xi said and punched Xu Yang.

His fist was like a heavy hammer. Its strength was forty or fifty juns and this displayed the physical strength of Hong Xi as a Mystical Warrior.

Xu Yang finally regulated his breath. He did not feel well after Hong Xi’s defense. It was clear that the difference between their physical strength was apparent. Seeing that Hong Xi was coming in for an attack, Xu Yang’s eyes flashed fiercely but he did not try to escape!

Hong Xi thought that his boxing speed was so amazing to the point that the kid could not react. He sneered and exerted even more strength, punching in the direction of Xu Yang’s chest.

Hong Xi was thinking of many ways to deal with Xu Yang after defeating the kid. His eyes gleamed with joy at this prospect.

However, when his punch approached Xu Yang, Xu Yang took a deep breath and the muscles on his chest sank inward. Hong Xi’s punch missed its target and he heard Xu Yang roaring. Xu Yang bent his waist and rushed forward with a dagger that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Hong Xi knew that a section of the dagger had pierced his body when he felt a coldness at his lower abdomen. He was frightened and angry but realized that Xu Yang was not satisfied with a stab. Xu Yang twisted the blade, hard, causing even more damage! Hong Xi used his palm to hit Xu Yang’s shoulder angrily and Xu Yang flew backward like a broken kite.

1The attack was launched in a hurry. Although the strength exerted was not powerful, Xu Yang rolled several times on the ground. His right shoulder bone was cracked, and half of his body was numb.

Xu Yang forced himself to stand up. He still had the dagger in his hand and a piece of intestine was hanging on the blade! A ruthless smile appeared on his face.

2Hong Xi was shaking as he covered his abdominal wound with his hand. His intestines had been ruptured and it was extremely painful. He was bleeding profusely and his strength was dissipating continuously.

1“You… you…” Hong Xi’s other hand shakily pointed at Xu Yang. “Kid… you are really ruthless.”

“Since you want to kill me, you have to be prepared as you may be killed by me like a dog!” Xu Yang did not waste any time waiting for Hong Xi to recover. He rushed to him as he spoke.

The attack just now was just his luck. If Hong Xi had reserved thirty percent of his power, he would have avoided it. If Hong Xi had a full bar of Mystical Power, the ordinary dagger would not even be able to penetrate the protective layer formed by his Mystical Power.

However there were no ‘ifs’ in duels. There was only victory or death!

In the following battle, Xu Yang revealed his ruthlessness to Hong Xi. He did not care about the punches by Hong Xi. Xu Yang avoided his punches as much as he could. He just wanted to create more and more injuries on Hong Xi’s body.

The battle soon ended with a total of no more than a hundred breaths, but this battle had determined his life or death predicament.

Hong Xi opened his eyes wide and stared at the morning sky. He had stopped breathing. His body was covered in wounds of all sizes and his body was drained of all the blood he had.

Xu Yang struggled to stand up. His body had seven or eight broken bones and his body was almost at its breaking point. There was still a line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Xu Yang’s dagger fell to the ground. In addition to bloodstains, there were large and small cracks. After this battle, this ordinary dagger was no longer usable.

‘A Mystical Warrior’s physical strength is comparable to that of a rhinoceros or elephant. It is not easy to kill one even if there was no protection from the Mystical Power,’ Xu Yang thought. Exerting great force, he squatted and picked up Hong Xi’s leather pouch.