Minor Achievement in Spear Technique, Full of Harvest

The surging Blood Essence within Wang Yuan's body was instantly ignited, boiling.

A sense of power, far more ferocious than before, erupted with a roar, filling his entire being.

His muscles bulged slightly, veins like coiled dragons snaking beneath his skin.

And his Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, driven by this burning Blood Essence, unleashed even more terrifying potential!

"Mountain Breaking Spear Technique—Cloud Break!"

Wang Yuan grunted, stomping his foot down hard, shattering the blue bricks beneath him.

His figure lunged forward like a phantom.

The Black Dragon Spear in his hand let out a piercing shriek that tore through the air.

The spearhead condensed a point of cold light, aimed directly at Zhao Hu's throat.

This speed, this power, was leagues beyond what he had shown before!

"You little bastard, I was looking for you anyway, and you just had to come here and die."

"Die! Black Tiger Saber Technique!"

Zhao Hu was both shocked and enraged. Feeling the fatal threat, his ferocity was pushed to its limit.

He endured the burning pain in his eyes, circulating his Second Blood Change Blood Essence with all his might.

The great saber in his hand glowed with a dark light, carrying a tragic aura of slaughter.

Like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, he neither dodged nor weaved, fiercely slashing towards Wang Yuan.

He was actually trying to meet force with force, relying on his superior cultivation to suppress Wang Yuan!

"Clang!"

"Bang!"

Spear shadows like dragons, saber light like tigers.

The two instantly clashed.

Within the hall, the sounds of metal striking metal echoed, sparks flying everywhere.

Their violent qi erupted outwards, shattering and tossing aside the surrounding tables, chairs, and candle holders.

Zhao Hu grew more alarmed and more frustrated with every blow.

He had initially believed that with his Second Blood Change cultivation and his years of mastery over the Black Tiger Saber Technique, even if caught off guard by a sneak attack, he could stabilize his footing and crush the opponent with his profound cultivation.

However, reality slapped him hard across the face.

Wang Yuan's strength was simply too terrifying!

Even as he circulated his Blood Essence to the fullest and fought with all his might, every clash of saber and spear sent a numbing ache through his arm, his tiger's mouth splitting open.

That Black Dragon Spear felt like no ordinary metal.

It was a true ferocious dragon, each bite heavy and soul-chilling.

But what made Zhao Hu even more uncomfortable was Wang Yuan's spear technique.

The Mountain Breaking Spear Technique, though seemingly basic with only three forms, had become incredibly domineering and sharp under the influence of Wang Yuan's terrifying strength and the Blood Burning Technique.

"Cloud Break" thrusts, swift as lightning.

"Mountain Collapse" sweeps, powerful as a thousand jun.

"Moon Lift" parries, skillfully deflecting force.

The three forms cycled endlessly, suppressing his exquisite Black Tiger Saber Technique and leaving him restricted.

He possessed the cultivation of the Second Blood Change, yet he was completely suppressed in terms of strength, speed, and even the ferocity of his moves.

He could only rely on his richer experience and a fierce determination to barely hold on.

But his body was already crisscrossed with several bloody gashes from the spear's wind, leaving him in a sorry state.

"How is this possible? He's only at First Blood Change! How can he?"

"Is talent really this unreasonable?"

Zhao Hu cried out inwardly, on the verge of collapse.

Meanwhile, Steward Huang, hiding beneath a table, saw through the gap that Zhao Hu was being beaten by a mere youth, covered in blood, and was utterly terrified.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Zhao Hu's eyes turned blood red, resembling a maddened tiger.

He knew that if this continued, he would surely die.

"I must make a desperate attack!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of vital blood, splashing it onto the saber's body. The saber's momentum instantly surged by another third, carrying an aura of mutual destruction.

Zhao Hu, disregarding his own vulnerability, unleashed a full-powered saber strike towards Wang Yuan's head.

This was a fight to the death!

"Good!"

Facing Zhao Hu's desperate blow.

Wang Yuan's eyes were as cold as iron; he didn't retreat.

Instead, he poured all his strength, along with the berserk Blood Essence fueled by the Blood Burning Technique.

And the immense power of Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone, all into the Black Dragon Spear.

One spear to decide the victor!

One force to break all techniques.

Under this life-or-death pressure.

He experienced a moment of divine inspiration. All his understanding of the Mountain Breaking Spear Technique instantly converged and became one.

The essence of "Mountain Breaking" was clearer than ever before.

It wasn't just brute force, but an intent condensed to its extreme, capable of breaking anything, shattering everything.

"Mountain Breaking!"

Wang Yuan grunted, and the Black Dragon Spear in his hand seemed to come alive. It was no longer a simple thrust.

The moment it was thrust forward, the spear shaft vibrated at an incredibly subtle frequency.

All his strength and Blood Essence were compressed and concentrated at the spear tip!

"Pfft!"

There was no earth-shattering collision.

The tip of the Black Dragon Spear landed with pinpoint accuracy on the weakest point of Zhao Hu's desperate strike.

The condensed power erupted instantly!

"Crack!"

Zhao Hu's steel saber snapped in two.

The spear tip continued its momentum, tearing through Zhao Hu's body with ease in his terrified, despairing gaze, piercing his chest.

"Ugh..."

Zhao Hu's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down at the bloody hole in his chest.

He then looked at Wang Yuan, who stood with his spear retracted, his eyes filled with regret and unwillingness.

Finally, the light in his eyes quickly faded. His robust body fell to the ground with a "thump," his breath gone.

Zhao Hu, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang and a Martial Artist who had undergone the Second Blood Change, was dead!

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Wang Yuan stood with his spear, breathing slightly, feeling the surging Blood Essence within him and the clearer, more refined spear technique insights in his mind.

A satisfied smile touched his lips.

The Mountain Breaking Spear Technique had, through this battle, broken through to the Minor Accomplishment realm!

Then, Wang Yuan's cold gaze shifted to the heavy rosewood table.

Underneath the table, Steward Huang had already turned pale with fear and was trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing Wang Yuan's gaze, his soul nearly fled his body.

He scrambled out from under the table, not even bothering to brush off the dust covering him.

Steward Huang crashed to his knees with a "plop," kowtowing like he was pounding garlic, his voice choked with tears:

"G-good sir! Hero, spare my life! Spare me!"

"I... I am a steward of the Huang Family from the inner city! You can't kill me."

"If you kill me, the Huang Family will never let you go."

"They will hunt you to the ends of the earth, and you'll have nowhere to be buried!"

He first tried to intimidate Wang Yuan with the Huang Family's name.

But seeing Wang Yuan's gaze remain cold, he quickly changed his tune and offered a bribe:

"A-as long as you let me go, I'll pretend today never happened."

"All the Black Tiger Gang's savings, all the gold and silver treasures Zhao Hu collected, are yours! All of it."

"I guarantee it in the name of the Huang Family, we will never pursue this matter. Please, give me a way to live!"

While begging for mercy and making promises, he was inwardly cursing and vowing:

"You little bastard! If you let me go today, once I return to the Huang Family, I will report to the master, gather experts, and flay you alive, dismember you, and scatter your remains."

"And your family, not a single one of them will escape. I'll make you understand the consequences of offending the Huang Family!"

Listening to Steward Huang's threats, which were more bark than bite, and his insincere pleas for mercy.

Wang Yuan smiled.

But his smile was as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.

"Kill you all..."

He spoke calmly, his voice serene yet carrying a chilling dread.

"Aren't all these things mine anyway?"

Steward Huang's pleading expression froze instantly.

It was replaced by boundless terror and disbelief.

He hadn't expected the other party to be so decisive.

He didn't even care about the Huang family's threats!

After all, the Huang family was one of the Three Great Families of Gaoye City, with connections everywhere.

As a mere steward of the Huang family, no one dared to offend him wherever he went.

"You... How dare you? The Huang family won't..."

"Pfft!"

Before Steward Huang could finish his threat.

Wang Yuan's Black Dragon Spear transformed into a black lightning bolt, precisely slicing across his neck.

Steward Huang's eyes widened, his head flying high. His face was still frozen in a mask of horror and confusion.

He seemed to have died without understanding why this young man dared to kill someone from the Huang family so recklessly.

Was he not afraid of the immense disaster that would follow?

The headless corpse swayed, then collapsed softly to the ground, blood staining the earth.

Wang Yuan retracted his spear, his gaze unwavering.

Letting him go?

That would be the true path to destruction!

Only the dead could keep secrets.

As for the Huang family's revenge?

The moment he learned that the Huang family had tacitly allowed Zhao Hu to harm his family.

They had already become enemies.

He wasted no more time, quickly beginning to search the bodies.

First, Zhao Hu.

From his close-fitting clothes, Wang Yuan found several silver notes made of special material, with no names on them.

The denominations were not small, likely totaling nearly a thousand taels.

He then found two Secret Manuals. One was the Black Tiger Saber Technique.

The other was named Turtle Breath Technique, seemingly a method for concealing one's presence.

Wang Yuan didn't have time to examine them closely; he pocketed them all, intending to study them when it was safe.

Next was Steward Huang.

Besides a heavy money pouch containing a considerable sum of silver.

The most important find was a golden cloud-patterned token, half the size of his palm, engraved with the character "Huang."

It felt warm to the touch, clearly made of an extraordinary material.

This was likely a symbol of the Huang family's status.

It would probably sell for a lot of money if melted down into gold.

But the moment he finished putting away the items.

Faint noises of commotion and hurried footsteps could be heard from a distance outside, mixed with shouts:

"What's going on? What happened inside?"

"Gang Leader? Steward Huang?"

"Quick! Go check!"

Clearly, the sounds of fighting and the previous loud noise had finally alerted the Black Tiger Gang members outside.

A large contingent of the Black Tiger Gang was rushing over.

Wang Yuan's eyes sharpened; he knew he couldn't stay here any longer.

He couldn't possibly kill dozens of people in one go.

Doing so would definitely attract the attention of the authorities.

He quickly scanned the room and, with a slight wave of the Black Dragon Spear, knocked over the remaining burning candle stands and oil lamps.

"Crash!"

Flames instantly ignited the curtains, tables, chairs, and the corpses and bloodstains on the floor.

Thick smoke began to rise!

Before the fire could fully spread and obscure his vision.

Wang Yuan moved, unleashing the Chasing Wind Leg technique at full power, and slipped out through the shattered back window without a sound.

With a few leaps, he merged into the deep night outside, disappearing without a trace.

Behind him, the core hall of the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters was engulfed in growing flames and billowing smoke.

Mixed with the panicked shouts of the gang members and the sounds of firefighting, it descended into chaos.