Chasing Wind Leg Shows Its Might

Night had fallen, and Bluestone Alley was completely shrouded in darkness and silence.

Only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance and the muffled sobbing from certain courtyards reminded one that this area was being devoured by plague and fear.

The Wang family had finished dinner early.

Before long, Wang Gui's heavy snores and the steady breathing of Madam Zhou and Wang Yu filled the house.

Wang Yuan lay on his small bed, his eyes open in the darkness, utterly sleepless.

The burly man's venomous gaze when he left, along with his words—"Just you wait"—coiled around Wang Yuan's heart like poisonous snakes.

His family was his reverse scale, and also his greatest weakness.

The Incense God Cult acted with such unbridled recklessness. Having made enemies today, they would never let the matter rest.

He could not entrust his family's safety to the other side's mercy or forgetfulness.

"To cut the grass, the roots must be pulled out!"

A cold, resolute thought took shape in his heart.

They were moving this time anyway; it was the perfect chance to leave this land of trouble behind.

Even if the Incense God Cult discovered afterward that he had been the one to act—

By then, he would already be in the South District, with Panshi Fist Academy at his back.

If they had the ability, then let them come to the South District, to Panshi Fist Academy's territory, and find him!

At that thought, a fierce glint flashed through Wang Yuan's eyes and vanished.

He rose softly, making not the slightest sound, like a nimble cat.

He changed into a set of dark old clothes and tucked the Bone Dissolving Water given to him by Senior Disciple Brother, along with the remaining half packet of chili powder, into his clothes.

He pushed open a crack in the door and made sure no one was outside.

With a flash of his body, Wang Yuan melted into the thick night.

Like a ghost, he sped through the narrow, cluttered alleyways, relying on the lightness granted by Chasing Wind Leg and the keen senses bestowed by Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone.

His destination was clear—the home of Widow Li at the end of the alley.

He remembered clearly the direction in which the burly man and Widow Li had fled.

Before long, Widow Li's mud-brick house, even more dilapidated than the Wang family's, appeared before him.

Unlike the other households, which had put out their lights early and lay deathly silent, Widow Li's window still leaked a dim, flickering yellow light. Faintly, the sounds of men laughing and talking, along with bowls and chopsticks clinking, drifted from within.

Wang Yuan held his breath and silently drew near. Like a gecko, using the shadows at the base of the wall and its uneven surfaces, he made several swift movements and soundlessly climbed onto the low roof.

He lowered himself, found a gap between the roof tiles, and carefully peered inside.

The scene within was indeed different.

Several plates of glistening meat dishes and a jar of wine sat on the table.

Three men dressed in ordinary coarse cloth, all of them solidly built, sat around the table eating and drinking, their faces flushed red.

Widow Li, meanwhile, was like a servant girl, carefully pouring them wine and bringing them dishes. Her face held a fawning smile and a trace of fear that was hard to detect.

At such close range, the conversation inside reached Wang Yuan's ears clearly.

A scar-faced man gulped down some wine, wiped his mouth, and said roughly:

"Damn it, the poor bastards in Bluestone Alley are pretty easy to fool. Scare them a little, and they obediently start worshipping the Incense God."

"It's just that hard-boned family we ran into today—they're a bit troublesome."

Another man, missing half an ear, gave a derisive snort, unconcerned.

"Scarface, you're the useless one. You got your hand injured by a brat's punch."

"That kid is a little strange. His strength is freakishly great."

"But tomorrow, once the three of us go together, catch him off guard and ambush him from all sides, even if he has three heads and six arms, he'll have to lie down!"

"Then we'll seize him and his whole family. They'll be perfect for making Blood Sacrifice—drain them dry of their vital blood and turn them into Chaotic Blood Incense."

"Heh heh, incense made from a martial artist's vital blood is top-grade stuff!"

The third man, whose face was shadowy and sinister, nodded and lowered his voice.

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"The higher-ups are pressing hard. They need a large amount of low-grade Chaotic Blood Incense to cultivate the lower-ranking cult members."

"Once these ordinary believers have been fattened up, they make the finest Blood Sacrifice material."

"That kid's family—especially that kid—has abundant vital blood. He's worth dozens of ordinary people. We can't let him go."

Wang Yuan heard every word clearly from the rooftop. An icy, bone-piercing Killing Intent surged from the depths of his heart in an instant, nearly bursting through the crown of his head.

So that was it!

So-called joining the Incense God Cult was nothing more than raising "Blood Sacrifices" in captivity.

They used the blood and qi of ordinary cultists to make Chaotic Blood Incense, mass-producing martial artists who had undergone the First Blood Change.

And because the Wang family had resisted, they had already been targeted. Not only did they want to kill him, they wanted to refine his entire family into that vile Chaotic Blood Incense.

Just then, the burly man called Scarface—the one whose arm Wang Yuan had injured during the day—seemed to have drunk too much.

He swayed to his feet and muttered, "Can't hold it anymore. Gotta go take a leak..."

As he spoke, he pushed open the back door and headed toward the weed-choked wasteland behind the house.

An opportunity!

A cold gleam burst from Wang Yuan's eyes, and vicious fury rose in his heart.

Three mere First Blood Change martial artists who had broken through using Chaotic Blood Incense dared to be this arrogant?

Like a cheetah that had waited long enough, he silently slipped down from the roof, landing without a sound. Under cover of the shadows, he swiftly circled toward the back of the house.

Scarface was relieving himself by the grass, humming a tuneless little ditty, utterly unaware of death's arrival.

Wang Yuan appeared behind him like a ghost. The extreme speed granted by Chasing Wind Leg left him almost completely silent.

Just as Scarface sensed something wrong behind him and was about to turn around.

"Who's back there?"

Scarface gave a wary low shout and instinctively tried to turn.

But the answer he received was a whip-like kick that tore through the air!

"Chasing Wind Leg!"

Wang Yuan's right leg lashed out like an iron whip.

The circulation of blood and qi from Chasing Wind Leg melded perfectly with the immense force of Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, driving his speed to the absolute limit.

Carrying a vicious gust of wind, it struck Scarface's unguarded side chest with solid force.

"Bang!!"

A dull, teeth-aching boom rang out.

Scarface felt an irresistible, horrifying force erupt violently within his chest cavity.

He could even clearly hear the crisp crack of his breastbone breaking clean through.

Agonizing pain instantly drowned his consciousness. It was as though he had been struck by a charging wild bull.

His feet left the ground as he flew sideways backward, smashing heavily into the earthen wall behind him before sliding limply down.

"Pffft!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his gaze unfocused and filled with extreme pain and disbelief.

Scarface struggled to raise a trembling finger, pointing at Wang Yuan standing not far away.

His throat rasped as he squeezed out a few words with the last of his strength:

"It... it's you..."

"You... how could you... be... so strong..."

Though Wang Yuan had injured him with a punch during the day, he had only thought the other man was strong. He had never imagined the gap between them could be so vast!

The power of that kick far surpassed that punch from earlier.

Wang Yuan's eyes were icy. He showed not the slightest pity, nor could he be bothered to answer the question of a dying man.

He moved again, closing in like a phantom. His left leg rose once more like a battle-axe, then came crashing down with a fierce howl of wind.

Crack!

That stomp directly shattered Scarface's throat bone.

His body convulsed violently once, his eyes opening wide. With endless unwillingness and regret, his breath was completely cut off.

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