Father and Son Clash (Continued)

The cat walked gracefully along the courtyard wall. It meowed at Ying Zhou a few times, perhaps begging for food, or perhaps just being wary. But to Ying Zhou, it sounded like a mockery of him—a mockery of his lack of courage, his bad luck, and his inability to escape that man.

"Si Ming thought I vented my anger by killing small animals, but he was wrong. I don't like killing living animals at all. I just like cutting off their legs, depriving them of their freedom, just like when I'm locked in the basement, and I become the man standing outside the basement."

Like a chick being targeted by an eagle, Ying Zhou felt his hands and feet turn icy cold. Painful, dark memories from his childhood surged up, like foul-smelling mud mixed with all sorts of filth, making him gag and want to vomit up everything in his stomach.

"You... how did you get here? Weren't you sentenced to life imprisonment?"

Ying Zhou strained to clear his throat, neither daring to face the other party nor to turn and run away, but simply frozen in place, not daring to move.

The refined-looking man smiled and said, "It's very simple. Because I behaved well during my imprisonment, made many significant contributions, and was selected as a model of civilized reform every year, I naturally received a sentence reduction."

As if he had anticipated Ying Zhou's question, he calmly pulled a certificate from his pocket and read aloud in a loud and powerful voice, "During his imprisonment, Qin Wujun maintained a positive and optimistic belief in reform, strictly abided by prison rules and regulations, strived for self-improvement, diligently practiced labor skills, and bravely fought against acts that disrupted the prison order. He set an example for all inmates, demonstrating the spirit of 'treating imprisonment as a school year, earnestly repenting, and actively reforming,' greatly encouraging all inmates to strive to become role models."

After he finished reading it, his hand trembled, and the certificate spontaneously combusted. It quickly turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

"Over the past ten years, I've studied all the university psychology textbooks, published a book called 'Inside and Outside the Cage,' which apparently won some award in the Nation of Beauty. I also self-studied forensic medicine and obtained a professional coroner's license. In addition, I've helped Mohist Knight Guard solve seven major cases, one of which involved super-criminals, saving over three hundred lives. I also helped reform the prison's security system, raising the standard for confining Level Six Inner Cultivation to level eight, saving the country at least two billion yuan in costs. You see, true elites can utilize their talents anywhere, even in prison."

Qin Wujun walked towards Ying Zhou: "I heard you're called 'Ying Zhou' now. Did you think you could get rid of me by changing your name? What a naive idea. More than ten years have passed, and I haven't changed at all. Even these clothes are from before I went to prison. But you not only changed your name, you even changed your personality. You've sheathed your fangs, sharpened your claws, and now you wag your tail and beg for food like a pet. This appearance is utterly disgusting!"

Snap!

A heavy slap sent Ying Zhou flying, not even daring to dodge, his lip split open.

"More than ten years have passed, and you have not only not grown at all, but have even regressed considerably. It seems that sending you to that orphanage was a mistake."

"You orchestrated all of this?" Ying Zhou couldn't believe it.

"Of course, you don't think that just because I'm in prison, I can't control your fate, do you?" Qin Wujun reached out and grabbed Ying Zhou by the collar, lifting him up and closing the distance between them, staring into his eyes. "You think you've escaped the basement, but in reality, you're still locked up there."

Ying Zhou once again felt that sense of helplessness, as if he were trapped in a quagmire, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, until he could no longer muster the will to resist...

"Release Brother Ying Zhou!"

A flying stone shot over, aiming for Qin Wujun's wrist.

With Qin Wujun's skills, he could have easily dodged it, or even used Ying Zhou as a shield, but he suddenly became extremely interested, like a big cat that had spotted its prey, and let go and retreated.

Coughing, Ying Zhou roared at the approaching Murong Wu, "Get out of here! Don't meddle in other people's business!"

Murong Wu was stunned for a moment, and before he could figure out what was going on, Qin Wujun grabbed him.

"Your kind and innocent eyes are like an unpolluted mountain spring, so pure it's almost nauseating. It seems you must have received a lot of love to keep your heart so pure and untainted by the outside world. Next time, remember, when you hit someone with a flying stone, aim for their neck; that's what makes it threatening."

"Let me go, you bad guy!"

Murong Wu struggled fiercely, but was quickly subdued by the True Qi that had seeped into his body.

Qin Wujun turned to Ying Zhou and said, "I never expected you to be friends with someone so completely opposite to you. Aren't you afraid of being blinded by his brilliance?"

Ying Zhou got up from the ground and shouted, "Let him go! He has nothing to do with you or me!"

"Wrong answer. At times like this, you should pretend you don't care about him at all. That way, I'll lose interest in him. The more you care about him, the less likely I am to let him go. It seems you've completely forgotten my teachings."

Qin Wujun secretly activated the internal techniques of the Tendon- Muscle-Separating and Bone-Dislocating Hand, and the penetrating True Qi surged wildly through Murong Wu's body like a runaway horse, causing him to scream in agony.

"Let him go!"

Ying Zhou raised his head, shooting out an angry gaze, finally daring to meet the other's eyes directly.

"Not bad eyes. Only pets don't know how to resist. Come on, let me see how much wildness is left in you?"

Qin Wujun intensified his internal True Qi, causing Murong Wu's small face to contort in pain.

"I told you to let him go!"

Ying Zhou roared and leaped into the air, unleashing a Vulture Demon Bone Shattering attack aimed at Qin Wujun's throat from above.

"Not bad, but don't forget, I'm the one who taught you the Five Demon Fists."

Qin Wujun forked two fingers, his strength condensed like an iron cone, and with a single move Ox Demon Horn Thrust, he neutralized the attack and launched a counterattack.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, so this was just a trap."

Ying Zhou hooked his right leg, lightly and gracefully hooking Murong Wu like a dragonfly skimming the water. He was so light that it seemed as if he had no weight at all, as if his body was floating in the wind. At the same time, he clenched his left fist and smashed it down like a heavy hammer, straight into the center of the body. The shockwave rushed towards Qin Wujun's forehead.

The force of this hammer blow was so great that even an elephant's head would be shattered and its brains splattered if it were hit. The Ox Demon Horn Thrust, which was not strong due to its concentrated power, was naturally smashed open.

Qin Wujun didn't care. He loosened his grip on his left hand, letting the other party take the hostage away. But his freed left hand immediately unleashed the Ape Demon Mountain Breaking, delivering a powerful elbow strike.

The elbows collided, as if a balloon had suddenly burst, the airflow compressed and making a loud bang.

Qin Wujun had anticipated that this elbow strike would break Ying Zhou's stance and force him back, allowing him to seize the hostage. However, the opponent's strength unexpectedly increased along the way, far exceeding his expectations.

Ying Zhou spread his five fingers, his palm bulging, and as he moved his fingers, a faint sound of boiling Qi and Blood could be heard, like the surging waves at the mouth of a river. He pressed his palm down, and there was no sound of collision, but Qin Wujun's body sank, and the ground shook slightly. He then took three steps back, the momentum of his attack dissipating.

"Oh, what's this?"

The unexpected turn of events piqued Qin Wujun's interest.

"Walk!"

Ying Zhou had no obligation to satisfy the other party's curiosity, so he grabbed Murong Wu and turned to flee.

Before the two could even escape the alley, a figure descended from above, blocking their path. A punch followed, accompanied by a tiger's roar. Ying Zhou once again channeled his Qi and Blood, blocking the attack with his arm. This time, however, it was Ying Zhou who was forced back.

Looking up, Ying Zhou saw that Qin Wujun's eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was exuding a fierce aura. Ying Zhou was very familiar with this scene. In the past, when he couldn't control the violent energy in his body, he looked the same. However, compared to when he lost his mind and destroyed everything after the symptoms broke out, the other party obviously still retained his rationality. He was not controlled by power, but rather he was controlling power.