Is he too weak? Or am I too strong?

"Not good!"

Wang Yuan's heart screamed "Not good!", knowing he had been exposed.

He didn't have time to think about who these people were or what they were doing.

A strong sense of danger made him hesitate no longer. He turned, unleashing the full power of his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, and fled desperately out of the alley.

"Chase!"

A hoarse voice came from behind him, followed by the sound of fabric tearing through the air!

Wang Yuan didn't dare to look back, pushing his speed to the limit as he weaved frantically through the intricate maze of alleys.

The potent exotic fragrance and chilling killing intent behind him were like maggots on bone, relentlessly pursuing him.

Wang Yuan pushed the endurance and speed granted by his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone to their absolute limits.

He didn't dare to take the main roads, relying solely on his memory to navigate the narrow, complex gaps between residential buildings, trying to shake off his pursuers.

However, the black-robed figure's speed was astonishingly fast, like a phantom clinging to his heels, the distance between them constantly shrinking.

The heavy footsteps and the sound of clothing rending the air were like death knells, growing clearer and clearer.

Finally, at the end of a dead-end alley piled high with debris, an alley almost no one ever used, Wang Yuan found his path blocked.

He stopped abruptly, turned, and leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily, his chest heaving.

The black-robed pursuer advanced slowly, unhurriedly.

His wide cloak swayed slightly in the night wind, concealing his entire face.

Only a hoarse, mocking voice emerged from beneath the hood:

"Running? Why aren't you running anymore?"

"Little mouse, you've got quick legs."

He tilted his head, seemingly savoring Wang Yuan's disheveled state.

"Running so fast, I'll break your legs first, then we'll see how you run!"

A killing intent, as tangible as a physical substance, spread through the air.

Wang Yuan lowered his head, his eyes downcast, sweat trickling down his temples and dripping onto the dusty ground at his feet.

As if exhausted and terrified, he seemed to have given up resisting, his voice trembling slightly with dejection:

"I... I won't run anymore..."

"Hmph!"

The black-robed figure let out a sneer, his tone filled with disdain and cruelty.

"An ant who hasn't even completed a single Blood Change dares to pry into my 'Incense God Cult's' grand plan?"

"Truly suicidal!"

Before his voice even faded, he moved, like a venomous snake emerging from its den in the darkness.

A thin, withered hand with black fingernails shot out, aiming straight for Wang Yuan's throat.

Its speed was so great it left a blur in its wake.

However, the moment the attack was launched, Wang Yuan, who had been keeping his head down, moved.

He had been waiting for this moment of contemptuous carelessness!

"Swish!"

A handful of dazzlingly red chili powder, which he had been gripping tightly, was flung directly into the black-robed figure's face.

The timing of this move was exquisite.

It was precisely at the instant the black-robed figure's guard was lowered by his contempt.

"Ah! My eyes!!"

The black-robed figure was caught completely off guard. He hadn't expected this kid to be so vicious and ruthless.

But the pungent powder had already invaded his eyes.

His forward momentum faltered abruptly, and he instinctively covered his face with both hands, his attack dissolving instantly, leaving him wide open.

Now!

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Yuan's eyes. The wisp of Rock-Solid Qi and Blood within him circulated at an unprecedented speed, the potential of his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone erupting fully.

He stomped his foot down, the bluestone slab cracking minutely beneath the force, and shot forward like a cannonball.

"Panshi Fist!"

Wang Yuan roared inwardly, clenching his right fist.

With his entire Qi and Blood, strength, and will concentrated into it, he threw a punch, devoid of any flourish, squarely at the exposed chest of the black-robed figure, who was writhing in pain.

"Bang!!"

A dull thud was accompanied by the distinct sound of bone cracking.

The black-robed figure was hit like a charging wild ox, sent flying backward and smashing heavily against the alley wall before slumping to the ground.

His cloak scattered, revealing a pale, pained face of a middle-aged man.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood with a "wow," his eyes filled with disbelief.

He could never have imagined that this young man with a weak aura not only possessed sinister methods but also such terrifying strength!

This punch had nearly broken all his ribs and injured his internal organs.

How could a youngster who hadn't even completed a single Blood Change possess such immense strength?

"You... you..."

He wanted to say something, but Wang Yuan gave him no chance.

Recalling the bizarre ritual from before, the strong incense stuck in the corpse, and the undisguised killing intent from the other party.

Wang Yuan felt no mercy in his heart, only the resolve of life and death.

He couldn't hold back, couldn't give the opponent any chance to recover and counterattack.

Strike while the iron is hot.

Wang Yuan lunged like a maddened tiger.

He unleashed the moves of Panshi Fist in the most primal, most brutal way possible.

Fists, elbows, knees...

Every part that could attack carried the immense power of Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone and the heaviness of Rock-Solid Qi and Blood, falling like raindrops onto the vital points of the black-robed figure's head, neck, chest, and abdomen.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Crack! Splatter!"

The sounds of cracking bones and mangled flesh were incessant.

"Stop hitting..."

"I surrender..."

"What! You still have the strength to talk?"

Wang Yuan was startled and immediately increased his force.

At first, the black-robed figure could still let out weak groans and curses.

But soon, his voice grew weaker, leaving only futile spasms.

Wang Yuan continued to beat him tirelessly until the person beneath him was completely silent.

Only when his entire head and upper body were a bloody mess, unrecognizable, did he stop as if drained of all strength, leaning on his knees and gasping for breath, his body splattered with warm blood.

Only his heavy breathing and the thick smell of blood remained in the alley.

After several breaths, Wang Yuan slowly straightened up, looking at the gruesome corpse on the ground.

Instead of the joy of victory, his face showed a hint of shock and disbelief.

"This... this guy... so weak?"

He felt his own surging Qi and Blood, despite the immense consumption.

He looked again at the corpse of the Blood Change realm Martial Artist on the ground, feeling a sense of absurdity.

A single Blood Change, in his original understanding, was already a master to be looked up to.

Perhaps someone on the level of Zhao Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

But this black-robed figure before him, apart from being a bit faster, his reactions, his resistance to blows, his combat adaptability, were simply... no match!

With his sneak attack successful, the man was beaten to death with almost no power to fight back?

"Could it be... not all single Blood Changes are as strong as imagined?"

"Or is it... my Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone is more powerful than I thought?"

Wang Yuan looked at his own hands, still stained with viscous blood, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

He quickly suppressed the杂念 in his mind, knowing this was no place to linger.

He had to dispose of the body quickly and leave immediately!

Wang Yuan forced down the discomfort caused by the strong smell of blood, squatted down, and quickly began searching the unrecognizable corpse of the black-robed figure.

His movements were swift, his mind on high alert, needing to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

The first thing he touched was a hard object.

He pulled it out from the other party's embrace; it was a thin booklet made of a special material, with two ancient characters on the cover—Chasing Wind Leg.

This was actually a leg technique martial art.

Wang Yuan didn't have time to examine it closely and stuffed it directly into his chest.

Next, he felt a heavy money bag. Upon opening it, he found neatly stacked silver ingots.

Roughly looking, it was probably no less than a hundred taels!

These people from the Incense God Cult are indeed rolling in wealth.

Wang Yuan unceremoniously pocketed it.

After finishing the search, he immediately took out the small black porcelain bottle the Senior Disciple Brother had given him—Bone Dissolving Water.

He pulled out the stopper, and a pungent, sour smell spread out.

He didn't dare to pour too much, carefully dripping two or three drops onto the largest wound on the corpse's chest.

"Ssss!"

A teeth-grinding sound rang out, accompanied by a wisp of white smoke.

The flesh and blood of the corpse where it came into contact with the Bone Dissolving Water immediately began to melt and rot at a visible speed, emitting an even more foul odor.

However, just as this white smoke rose and the corpse began to dissolve.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

A clear sound of applause suddenly came from the direction of the alley entrance.

Wang Yuan's hairs stood on end instantly, and he abruptly looked up.

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