A Young Man in Training

"You step back, leave this to me."

Ying Zhou gave Murong Wu a few words of advice, then took a deep breath to suppress his fear. If he were alone, he might choose to give up. He didn't care what happened to himself, but he couldn't drag his trusted partner into this. What face did a guy who couldn't even protect his underlings have to call himself a leader?

Ying Zhou circulated his inner True Qi, using a Cultivation Method taught to him by Si Ming half a year ago to circulate his Qi and Blood, unleashing the power hidden within his bloodline, and resolutely charged toward the man who had haunted him like a nightmare for more than ten years.

In their second encounter, both fighters displayed even greater ferocity, with both speed and power significantly improved. Forces flew through the alley, leaving dents in the walls upon impact, causing bricks to crumble and stone dust to scatter everywhere.

Murong Wu watched intently from behind. He didn't stray too far, nor did he step forward to help. On one hand, he worried that staying behind would be a burden, and on the other hand, he was concerned about Ying Zhou's safety. He hesitated for a moment. If it were his sister Murong Qing, she would probably have made a decision long ago.

The battle intensified, with fists clashing, feet striking, and arms colliding like thunderclaps on a battlefield. The ground was riddled with craters, more devastating than if it had been run over by a road roller. The two figures constantly shifted positions, building up their momentum before unleashing their ultimate moves at the peak of their power.

"Five Demons Throw the World into Chaos!"

Qin Wujun unleashed a flurry of kicks, knocking up the iron fence used for security at a house. He grabbed it and rammed it into the fence. This iron fence was made of cast iron bars as thick as a thumb, with sharp points like spears. Swinging it around was like using a giant chainsaw; a single graze would result in the dismemberment of a body. At the same time, his right hand was brimming with hidden strength, ready to explode at any moment.

However, Ying Zhou's eyes widened, like the angry gaze of a god, and a phantom of a Shura appeared on his back. He roared, grabbed the iron fence with both hands, and ripped it in half with a "bang bang bang" sound of metal breaking. Then he raised his arm like a knife and chopped it down.

"Asura Pardons Buddha!"

Qin Wujun changed his hand seals with his right hand, pressed it in front of his abdomen, and charged forward, crashing into the enemy with a spiraling force.

Qin Wujun carried the full force of the impact, so theoretically he should have had the advantage. However, the result of the collision was that he was knocked back by Ying Zhou's palm strike, his spiraling force dissipated, and a bloody gash was cut into his arm.

"What kind of martial art is this? It allows you to control the mad blood within you without being affected by it?"

Qin Wujun was certain that the other party had used the power of his bloodline, but for some reason, there were no visible symptoms on the surface, not even his eyes had turned red. It should be noted that even he could only maintain his rationality after activating his power, and could not eliminate the abnormality. The other party could not possibly surpass him in this aspect.

"The 'Brahma Sea Asura Art,' taught to me by a friend, is a special Cultivation Method that can temper the power of one's bloodline. It just happens to be effective for me, and it's twice as effective with half the effort... What 'mad blood'? It's actually just the Asura Bloodline. Once you put it bluntly, it's nothing special. As long as you have the corresponding Cultivation Method, you can perfectly control it. I won't be fooled by you again."

Overcoming what was once considered an insurmountable nightmare, even by a single move, gave Ying Zhou immense courage, like a ray of hope descending from boundless darkness.

"I'm not alone. I've found partners who are willing to help me. I don't want to be locked up again!"

After hearing this rebellious challenge, Qin Wujun smiled and said, "Not a bad idea, but can it really come true?"

Before he finished speaking, he slapped the other man across the face. His five fingers were blood red, the area of his slap had doubled, and it was incredibly fierce. Even before the slap arrived, the force was like a blizzard, and a bone-chilling cold enveloped Ying Zhou's entire body.

Ying Zhou unleashed his incomplete Asura Divine Power, striking his opponent squarely in the ribs with a punch. The force of the punch was like a cone, silently and relentlessly piercing through, enough to create a large hole even in a concrete slab. In terms of power, he was even slightly superior to his opponent.

However, Qin Wujun suddenly withdrew his hand halfway through the slap, pulling his entire hand into his sleeve. With a flick of his sleeve, he wrapped it around Ying Zhou's wrist, pulling it aside and deflecting it. Then, he unleashed a venomous strike, landing a solid blow on Ying Zhou's chest, causing him to cough up blood and stagger backward.

In this exchange, he displayed an even greater level of strength than before.

"You know, I saw you at a certain singer's concert six months ago, but I didn't rush to find you because I'd been in prison for too long and my skills had deteriorated. So I spent six months retraining myself and only came to find you when I was sure I was ready. If you can't kill me today, I'll kill the kid behind you."

Chapter 477 The Young Man Cultivating

One misstep reversed the tide of battle, but Ying Zhou was not paralyzed by fear as he had been initially, because he suddenly realized that the nightmare that had plagued him for years was not as omnipotent as he had imagined, but could be defeated.

As a child, I was powerless to resist and was imprisoned in a basement, forced to undergo brainwashing. It was only because I was too weak that I could resist; otherwise, even if I couldn't win an argument, I could simply refuse to listen to them.

Having power means having the right to refuse, and the difference in strength between oneself and the other party is not as great as the difference in intelligence.

It turns out that darkness did not envelop the entire world; it only enveloped the small opening of the well. To him sitting inside the well, the world was dark and gloomy. But as long as he could jump out of the well and step into the outside world, he could see the light again.

"You've only lived twenty years longer than me. What's so great about your martial arts skills? Give me another year, and you'll be the one running away with your tail between your legs."

The "Brahma Sea Asura Art" was Ying Zhou's source of confidence. This martial art was practically tailor-made for him. Ordinary people would have to complete the step of tempering their bloodline to cultivate this martial art, but Ying Zhou didn't need to. He already had the Asura Bloodline in his body, so he could skip this step and directly enter the stage of refining the power of his bloodline, saving most of the time. Since he started cultivating this Cultivation Method, his progress was simply visible to the naked eye. He could feel himself getting stronger every day.

Qin Wujun didn't answer the question. Instead, he said with a stern face, "It seems you've already obtained the key to unlock your psychological trauma. You dared to throw a punch at me. Was it because of friendship? An individual may lack the courage to face fear, but as long as they stick together, they can face their fear with the support of their companions."

Ying Zhou coldly replied, "Are you going to try and instill your twisted logic again? I won't fall for it anymore. I'm not the same person I was before!"

"That's fantastic!"

A smile suddenly bloomed on Qin Wujun's face, a genuine joy that seemed to light up his eyes. "Just as I envisioned, plant the inner demon, find the hope to overcome it, and then destroy that hope. You're only one step away from my perfect masterpiece. Once the ladder supporting you is cut down, you'll fall into an even darker abyss, and then you'll become a true Asura."

His tone made Ying Zhou's pores stand on end, as if his heart was being gripped tightly by the other party, and even his heartbeat seemed to slow down.

I won't let you succeed!

"Yes, if I let you grow any stronger, it will be troublesome. The only factor that can escape my control is your growth in martial arts, so now is the best time." Qin Wujun once again assumed a fighting stance.

Ying Zhou was anxious and turned to Murong Wu, saying, "Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to leave immediately?"

At this moment, he was secretly furious. It turned out that those teammates on TV who shouted "live and die together" but actually dragged the protagonist down were real. Unfortunately, the other party was acting out of good intentions, so he couldn't say anything.

"It's alright, Brother Ying Zhou, I've already sent the message," Murong Wu said calmly.

He secretly opened a chimney with his hands behind his back, releasing a faint wisp of smoke that was almost invisible in the dim alley, but once it went out of the alley, it would appear distinctly grayish-black under the sunlight.

Clearly, Murong Wu was far more reliable than his appearance suggested; Ying Zhou vaguely saw the shadow of his sister.

Just as Qin Wujun was about to charge forward, a whooshing sound suddenly came from behind, and a series of arrows shot out from behind, forming a triangular structure that blocked his escape space. Especially since he was in the alley, he had no chance to dodge unless he moved upwards.

Qin Wujun snorted, his right hand forming a knife-like shape, his movements as swift as flowing water. He didn't directly resist, but instead pushed aside the arrows, deflecting them to both sides with a flourish.

At the same time, his left hand did not stop moving. His five fingers transformed into tiger claws, half of his body arched, and he channeled his energy. A deep tiger roar reverberated in the alley, as if a gale had been whipped up, and the gale condensed into a fierce tiger that pounced towards Murong Wu.

Ying Zhou and Murong Wu were stunned into silence, as if they had been frightened into a daze, allowing the tiger's energy to strike their bodies.

Bang!

The tiger shattered, transforming into countless gusts of wind and blades that scattered in all directions, leaving cracks on the walls and the ground. However, the two figures were nowhere to be seen in their original positions.

"Oh, is it an illusion?"

Qin Wujun sensed a change in the surrounding environment. Although it appeared almost identical to his surroundings, a very strange power was surging within it, one he had never encountered before.