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Zhao Tenglong was severely injured, enduring the pain of his meridians bursting as he staggered southward toward Zhao County City. Zhao Yang followed him leisurely, not in a hurry to reveal himself. After running for a while, Zhao Tenglong seemed exhausted and took out a package from his bosom, placing it against his abdomen. From a short distance behind him, Zhao Yang vaguely noticed red lights flickering, prompting him to smile and step forward.
"After all, there's quite a difference between the third layer and the ninth layer of Qi Refinement Stage. I didn't expect you to notice me. Hurry up and absorb that worthless Essence Stone; otherwise, when we start fighting and you run out of True Qi, don't blame me for taking advantage of you."
Zhao Tenglong seemed to have anticipated this, turning around to say, "I'm curious, what gives you the confidence to track me with just your third layer cultivation? Do you really think that because I'm injured, you can bully me?" Zhao Yang was no longer the ten-year-old child he had been three years ago; moreover, Zhao Tenglong believed he had died three years prior and could not recognize the tall young man before him.
Zhao Yang chuckled, "If you're not afraid, then why are you so eager to absorb the Spirit Energy from that Red Essence Stone? Why not just come over and kill me with one palm?"
"Then let me give it a try!" Zhao Tenglong suddenly leaped up and struck toward Zhao Yang's forehead. Without even looking, Zhao Yang swatted Zhao Tenglong aside with a single slap. Zhao Tenglong was horrified; he never expected that a boy at the third layer of Qi Refinement Stage could send him flying with just physical strength. He had always been regarded as a genius by his family and had never heard of anyone in cultivation focusing on refining their physical body. Besides, one was at the early stage of Qi Refinement while the other was at the late stage; as someone in Qi Refinement Stage, he believed he could retreat safely even against a Foundation Establishment Stage expert like Zhou Chenglong. Yet here he was, sent flying by a boy younger than him.
Feeling indignant, he suddenly vanished from his spot. At that instant, Zhao Yang inexplicably threw a punch backward.
"This idiot keeps using this trick; even a fool would know he's reappeared behind me," Zhao Yang thought to himself.
With a thud!
A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out as Zhao Tenglong's chest caved in from the punch. He was terrified; he never imagined that a boy with such inferior cultivation could defeat him so effortlessly. Although he was injured, he was not completely powerless to fight back. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he recalled something from his family's ancient texts—there were records of ancestors stating that in certain super sects and hidden lineages on the Five Elements Continent, there existed geniuses born with special physiques and extraordinary Spirit Energy within them. These individuals possessed some miraculous talents that made them unmatched among their peers, capable of fighting above their level.
Realizing this, Zhao Tenglong retreated several steps in fear and trembled as he spoke: "Who are you? Why do you want to harm me? If it's something you want from me, just take it. I still have deep grudges to settle; I can't die without reason. Please spare me!"
"Spare you? Ha ha ha..." Zhao Yang found it utterly ridiculous. "Zhao Tenglong, when you say those words, you should remember what you've done. Throughout your life in the Zhao Family, you've done whatever you pleased. You started committing heinous acts at ten years old—how many maidservants have you ruined? How many servants have you beaten to death? When they begged for mercy from you, did you ever show an ounce of compassion? No!"
"How do you know all this? Who... who are you?"
Zhao Yang ignored Zhao Tenglong and continued speaking to himself, "There are distinctions between good and evil, high and low among people; there are differences in quality and superiority among things, and cultivation is no exception. Each person's constitution varies, leading to different Spiritual Roots formed at the Qi Refinement Stage. Although I do not know what kind of Spiritual Root you possess, Zhao Tenglong, I have never believed you to be a genius. You merely relied on the Zhao Family's abundant precious herbs and secret cultivation methods to forcefully elevate yourself. Have you ever endured hardship or considered the thoughts of others? Have you ever cherished another's life?"
"Survival of the fittest, every person's fate is inherently different. Since I am in this position, I will naturally do what I must. What does that have to do with you?"
"Haha, what a survival of the fittest! Let me tell you what it has to do with you: Do you remember the child you forced to death three years ago?"
Zhao Tenglong took two steps back, suddenly realizing that the youth before him bore an uncanny resemblance to someone he knew. He exclaimed, "You... you are Zhao Yang! I thought you were dead!"
"I am Zhao Yang," he replied. "But I am no longer the Zhao Yang you once knew. You may consider me as him; my previous death was thanks to you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be alive in this world."
"What do you mean? No, it can't be! You cannot be Zhao Yang! Zhao Yang's cultivation was completely ruined before his death; I checked—his heart meridian was severed! How could he still have any cultivation?"
Zhao Yang calmly gazed at Zhao Tenglong, choosing not to respond further. The latter trembled in fear; he had never imagined that one day he would be cornered by someone whose cultivation was so inferior to his own. He also never thought that the person who would bring him to such a desperate situation would be a family waste whom he had bullied since childhood.
Zhao Tenglong refused to sit idly by and prepared to fight back. Channeling True Qi into his palms, he suddenly attacked Zhao Yang. With a sigh, Zhao Yang leaned left, extending his right hand forward to grasp Zhao Tenglong's wrist. With a firm squeeze, there was a crack as Zhao Tenglong's wrist broke. He let out a cry of pain while his other hand struck Zhao Yang's chest with tremendous force, sending him stumbling back five steps. Although Zhao Tenglong's physical strength was vastly different from his own, the full-force strike using True Qi still left Zhao Yang feeling quite unwell as his internal energy surged chaotically.
Cold sweat dripped down Zhao Tenglong's forehead as he leaped back five yards. With a gentle twist of his right hand's fingers, countless leaves from around him suddenly gathered and began swirling like moths toward Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang gaped in shock; there was no way for him to evade such a technique. His cultivation was too low to separate True Qi from his body, and moreover, the spectacle of Zhao Tenglong's abilities overwhelmed him. In his past life, this would have been akin to encountering a living superhuman.
A blood mark was drawn across Zhao Yang's face as red streaks appeared all over his body. Fortunately, his physical body was robust; although his clothes were tattered and offered little protection, he wasn't seriously injured—only his awkward posture covering his lower body made him feel quite embarrassed. Just as he was about to take action, a sudden flash of yellow light appeared on Zhao Tenglong's arm. Realizing something terrible was about to happen, Zhao Yang thought grimly that Zhao Tenglong was likely going to unleash that knife-hand technique he had used in the Training Ground Arena of the Zhao Family. A massive blade materialized out of thin air, seemingly ready to tear through space itself as it came crashing down toward him. With no place left to hide, Zhao Yang crossed his arms and condensed Chaos True Qi around them to brace for the impact of Zhao Tenglong's strike.
Boom!
Zhao Yang was blasted back several yards by the terrifying attack, lying on the ground with his arms feeling numb. A sweet taste filled his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering from internal injuries.
"So you're the close-combat cultivator from the Body Refinement realm that I've heard rumors about. I thought you had cultivated some Evil Technique to suppress me like this. Although this battle consumes True Qi, I can still kill you with long-range spells! A waste is just a waste!" Zhao Tenglong finally recognized that Zhao Yang was stronger than he had anticipated and resumed his usual arrogance as he spoke to Zhao Yang.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yang gave a thumbs-up to Zhao Tenglong and said, "Impressive! You only realized this after I nearly beat you to death. Just a moment ago, you were begging for mercy."
Zhao Tenglong felt humiliated by the remark and launched another hand strike. Zhao Yang shouted, "Damn it, here it comes again!"
He lunged to the side just in time to narrowly avoid the attack. Zhao Tenglong followed up with a series of five strikes, massive blade shadows covering the area around them. With no way to dodge, Zhao Yang gritted his teeth and crossed his arms to block.
At this point, Zhao Tenglong's True Qi was almost depleted. The technique he used to project his True Qi had consumed too much energy at the Qi Refinement Stage. Secretly, he absorbed the Spirit Energy contained within the Red Essence Stone.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yang stubbornly stood up, fury burning in his eyes as he took step after step toward Zhao Tenglong.
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