Chapter 1213, An Exhilarating Battle

Translator: Silavin

  

That streak of cold light was a deep, dark crimson. And it was terrifyingly swift. Within that vast cloud of blood mist, it had produced barely a ripple, and before anyone’s eyes could even fix upon it, it had already arrived directly before Qin Yichen.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

Even Qin Yichen himself only perceived it when the dark crimson streak was barely a few meters from his body.

 

It was now clear that imposing Blood-Transforming Skull with all its dramatic presence had been nothing more than a distraction. This hidden strike, concealed within it, was the true killing blow.

 

The moment he sensed it, Qin Yichen’s pupils contracted sharply. His figure burst backward in an instant, and simultaneously, surging Yuan Energy poured outward, condensing into an enormous defensive layer in the space before him.

 

*Boom!*

 

The dark crimson streak came shooting in. Unremarkable in appearance, the attack was horrifyingly powerful. That defensive layer of Yuan Energy, sufficient to easily withstand a full blow from a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor, was corroded and torn apart as though it were bean curd, in virtually the same moment it formed.

 

The dark crimson streak did not slow in the slightest, driving straight after Qin Yichen even as he retreated. Within two breaths, it had already run him down.

 

“As expected of Blood Hand Zhao Xueqi.”

 

“That move was absolutely beautiful.”

 

“This is the difference between an expert who has walked through countless life-and-death battles and a complete novice.”

 

Watching this sudden reversal, every set of eyes in the vicinity contracted sharply, and a wave of genuine admiration rippled across their faces.

 

In a place like this, no one concerned themselves with what underhanded methods you used.

 

So long as you survived, you were the victor.

 

No matter how prominent your background, no matter how formidable your strength, if you died by someone’s scheming, no one would spare you a drop of sympathy. There might not even be anyone willing to collect your remains.

 

However, what surprised the onlookers was that in the face of this devastating attack, Qin Yichen’s face bore none of the panic they had fully anticipated.

 

*Boom!*

 

From Qin Yichen’s body, vast Yuan Energy exploded outward. With a single punch thrown out, a wave of force so dense it might as well have been solid went howling forward, and the air directly ahead of him detonated in an instant. That entire section of space became a vacuum in the wake of that single blow.

 

“Break!”

 

At this point, Qin Yichen’s Supreme Tyrant Body had already reached minor completion. Layered upon the Demon Execution force, it flowed freely and naturally at his command. And with the stacking power of his Peak Stage Martial Ancestor Realm Yuan Energy, the combination was fully sufficient to engage Zhao Xueqi in a direct confrontation.

 

*Bang!*

 

In virtually the same moment, that fearsome surge of Yuan Energy and the dark crimson streak collided with devastating force. A storm of energy swept madly across the Heavens in every direction, and a nauseating smell of blood saturated the air.

 

*Boom!*

 

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, that dark crimson streak, which had absorbed the Blood Essence of, only Heaven knows, how many experts to reach condensation, exploded apart outright. That terrifying blow had been smashed through by Qin Yichen with sheer brute force.

 

“Zhao Xueqi, if you truly thought you could kill me with cheap tricks like that, you are more of a dreamer than I gave you credit for.”

 

Having blocked that near-fatal blow, Qin Yichen felt a cold sweat trailing down his back all the same.

 

Zhao Xueqi was merely a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor, and yet in one careless moment, Qin Yichen had nearly come to grief at his hands. This caused a genuine surge of vigilance in him. The experts of the Myriad Beasts War Domain were not to be taken lightly.

 

“Bastard, do you think a few clever tricks are enough for you to compare with me? Today I shall show you precisely how the reputation of this Young Master came to be.”

 

Stung by Qin Yichen’s mockery, Zhao Xueqi’s composure cracked and his temper flared. His foot stamped down, and his figure launched forward like a cannonball.

 

“You want to compare physical bodies? *Hmph.*”

 

Qin Yichen gave his own cold snort, and without the slightest intention of dodging, charged directly to meet him.

 

*Crack! Crack!*

 

In the gaze of the watching crowd, two figures clashed violently in mid-air. In the span of mere breaths, over a dozen exchanges had already been traded, with shockwaves from the afterblast stirring Heaven and Earth into turmoil.

 

“Heavens, this guy is actually holding his own in a direct exchange with Blood Hand Zhao Xueqi?”

 

“Zhao Xueqi is of the Blood Rock Demon Race, and his physical body is extraordinarily strong. It is said he also obtained a remarkably domineering Cultivation Technique. In terms of physical strength alone, he is said to rival even the top races known for their physical might.”

 

“What a ferocious youth.”

 

The fierce battle in the air had left every watching expert wide-eyed with shock, and cries of startled disbelief rose from all around.

 

*Boom!*

 

High in the air, a thunderously loud impact rang out, and the two figures were each driven back a full hundred meters.

 

Zhao Xueqi steadied himself, his expression heavy and grave. It was plain that the latter’s ability to match him directly was, frankly, staggering.

 

And at this moment, his own appearance was decidedly dishevelled, with a glaring boot print plainly visible on his chest.

 

“Blood Hand Zhao Xueqi, is that all you’ve got?”

 

Qin Yichen steadied himself and looked up with a peal of open laughter. His body bore no small number of bruises and purple welts, but with the Supreme Tyrant Body cycling, they faded away almost immediately.

 

With the Supreme Tyrant Body, Qin Yichen’s physical form was formidable to a degree rarely matched by anyone at the same level. This brief exchange with Zhao Xueqi had produced in him an unusually clean, exhilarating sensation.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

The words barely left his mouth before Qin Yichen’s figure surged forward again, the momentum plainly showing that he had absolutely no intention of giving Zhao Xueqi even a moment to breathe.

 

And what astonished onlookers even further was that as Qin Yichen’s figure moved, a series of blurred afterimages were left behind in his wake. With each afterimage that appeared, the Yuan Energy erupting from his body grew more and more terrifyingly wild.

 

In no more than two breaths, Qin Yichen had already appeared directly before Zhao Xueqi, while behind him, seven afterimages hung suspended in the air. The Yuan Energy fluctuations emanating from him had grown to a level of pure savagery, so overwhelming that the very space around his arm trembled with faint ripples.

 

[Demon Execution Palm Technique, seven-fold.]

 

A razor-sharp gleam flashed through Qin Yichen’s eyes, and a single fist crashed outward. The space ahead seemed to shudder violently with the blow, and a surge of Yuan Energy so powerful it beggared description came smashing toward Zhao Xueqi.

 

Seven stacks of force had already multiplied Qin Yichen’s attack power more than fivefold. It was precisely because the latter had given him the rare pleasure of a truly satisfying battle that he chose to bring it out now.

 

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

 

Where the surge of that fist passed, the solid ground below fractured and caved in. Enormous cracks spider-webbed outward in every direction, and the expressions of the watching experts turned to something approaching outright horror.