Thunderclap Fist Intent Obliterates He Tingfeng!

A chunk of flesh was forcefully torn from his arm, and one could only imagine the agony.

He Tingfeng could no longer care about attacking Li Yun, clutching his wound as he retreated frantically while letting out endless wailing cries, which sounded utterly spine-chilling in the dim woods.

On the other side, Xu Youwu had not yet managed to make a move before he was already struck dumb with shock.

He blurted out on the spot.

"Impossible!"

A mere Outer Sect Disciple who had only entered a little over a month ago—wasn't he supposed to still be grinding away at zhuang gong to build a foundation? How could he possess combat capability?

And why was he so vicious?

This simply didn't make sense!

No matter what, however, Xu Youwu understood now that this fellow Li Yun was not as weak as imagined. Since they had already made their move, there was no turning back once the bow was drawn.

He could only brace himself and press on!

"Die!"

The next second, Xu Youwu charged at Li Yun.

Compared to He Tingfeng, Xu Youwu executing a burst of full strength was clearly much faster, and his footwork was far more agile. His hands rapidly shifted between punches, palms, and claws.

The moment he closed in on Li Yun, he gave Li Yun a heavy sense of pressure.

This was the martial art Xu Youwu had acquired from the Martial Armory after his zhuang gong reached minor accomplishment—Spirit Ape Nine Styles, a martial art derived from apes fighting, centered entirely on agility and speed.

This martial art was considered top-tier even within the Body Tempering Realm.

After a year of cultivation and comprehension, Xu Youwu had brought it to the Proficiency Realm, just a tiny step away from major accomplishment.

Executed in tandem with his Body Tempering Ninth Level cultivation, its might was naturally extraordinary.

However, Li Yun was no pushover either.

Although he only possessed Body Tempering Fourth Layer cultivation, he mastered five top-tier Body Tempering Realm martial arts, every single one of which had reached the Perfection Realm. Among them, Thunderclap Fist had even sublimated into Thunderclap Fist Intent.

Deficient in cultivation? Make up for it with martial skill mastery.

Entangling Silk Force!

Soaring Star Steps!

Tiger Subduing Fist!

Eagle Claw Technique!

These four un-sublimated Perfection-realm martial arts were executed in rapid, unbroken succession. With every movement of his mind came effortless transitions, shifting between fierce like a tiger and pliable like a snake.

Entangling Silk Force, in particular, boasted writhing, deceptive pliancy. Amidst the melee, whenever Xu Youwu showed the slightest lapse in caution, his arm would be snared by Li Yun.

If not for his quick reflexes.

Xu Youwu's arm might have been snapped right off by Li Yun.

In less than two fleeting minutes.

Xu Youwu was already drenched in sweat, and several perilous moments left his heart pounding in his chest.

Damn it, how can there be such a terrifying newcomer?

Bloody hell, this time Gu Yunzheng that bastard has totally led me to my doom!

What newcomer!

Even an Outer Sect Disciple in their third year wasn't this terrifying.

Had he known the person Gu Yunzheng wanted them to deal with was this formidable, let alone a thousand liang of silver, he wouldn't have done it for five thousand!

Xu Youwu regretted it.

Yet he was currently riding a tiger and unable to dismount; regret was useless now.

No matter what, he had to suppress Li Yun, or the two of them would face immense trouble.

His gaze shifted.

Only to see the injured He Tingfeng still standing there stupidly, clutching his wound with a vacant expression, and anger instantly surged through Xu Youwu.

Without a second thought, he roared, "He Tingfeng, what the hell are you still standing there for? It's just a minor injury, if you aren't dead yet hurry up and come over here to team up and take this kid down..."

Normally, in this situation, Xu Youwu shouldn't have called out He Tingfeng's name.

But he could no longer afford to care.

Li Yun's strength far exceeded his expectations. For him to completely take down Li Yun in single combat was no longer realistic; he had to have He Tingfeng join forces with him to finish Li Yun off as quickly as possible.

As for whether leaking He Tingfeng's name would cause trouble.

Of course it would.

However, he had already thrown caution to the wind—he would simply eliminate Li Yun the moment he subdued him.

Anyway, it was still pitch black before dawn and there was nobody around. Burying Li Yun right on the spot afterward would leave no trace, and at worst, it would just be recorded as a disappearance in the future.

The Celestial Martial Sect lost one or two disciples to unexplainable, untraceable disappearances every year; one more or one less didn't matter.

He Tingfeng wasn't stupid either.

Hearing Xu Youwu shout his name, his gaze instantly turned fierce.

"Die!"

Seizing his opportunity, He Tingfeng viciously smashed a heavy punch toward Li Yun's back.

A pincer attack from front and back, relying entirely on an ambush.

He prepared to use this punch to end Li Yun's life, or at the very least inflict severe injury.

Two morons!

I've been waiting for you two to team up!

Li Yun's reaction, however, was exceptionally swift.

Five martial arts at Perfection, with one of them even sublimated—what this brought him was far beyond mere combat capability; it imbued him with an arcane, razor-sharp sensory intuition.

The moment He Tingfeng moved, he already sensed the turbulent airflow behind him.

His footwork flashed through the Seven Stars in an instant, a dazzling, rhythmic luminescence instantly blossoming beneath his feet as if one could see starlight twinkling.

In a flash, Li Yun's figure flicked out from the pincer attack of the two.

He Tingfeng's punch missed.

His body swayed slightly, losing his footing for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opening, Li Yun's fist blasted forth furiously.

"Thunderclap Fist!"

"Fist Intent!"

At this moment, the Fist Intent he had forcefully suppressed for so long erupted silently. Across the surface of the fist hurtling toward He Tingfeng, a faint layer of lightning actually manifested out of thin air.

Ah, what is this?

Sensing danger, He Tingfeng instinctively turned his head, a flash of deep terror instantly welling up in his eyes before he threw his weight backward in a frantic bid to retreat.

But it was too late!

This punch was incomparably swift and fierce!

Most terrifying of all was that intent, which seemed to invisibly assault He Tingfeng's spirit as well, causing him to freeze for a fraction of a second.

Bang!

Just because of that momentary freeze, Li Yun's fist landed solidly upon He Tingfeng's body.

The eruption of at least several hundred catties of fist force slammed mercilessly into He Tingfeng's right ribs, and the consequences could easily be imagined.

Crack, snap!

His right ribs were shattered on the spot, caving directly inward.

Even more terrifying was that a trace of subtle thunder force also erupted and permeated He Tingfeng's body. In an instant, his internal organs were scorched as if by fire, and his body went flying sideways!

"Ah..."

He Tingfeng let out a painful and abrupt shriek.

After landing, he stopped moving altogether.

"Dead?"

"Impossible, this is impossible... Damn you, Li Yun, you wait for me..."

Pale with shock, Xu Youwu spun around and fled frantically toward the outside of the woods.

He had lost his nerve.

Two against one and he still couldn't beat Li Yun, instead watching Li Yun blast He Tingfeng to death with a single punch. If he kept fighting, he would lose his own life as well.

He wasn't an idiot; he wasn't going to bury his life here.

As for the subsequent trouble, at worst he would flee the Celestial Martial Sect right now. Anyway, since he had no hope of defying the Innate realm and advancing to the Inner Sect within three years, leaving sooner or later meant leaving the Celestial Martial Sect all the same.

Once he left the Celestial Martial Sect, he would find a way to keep improving his strength and still have a chance to take revenge on Li Yun.

Only—

He never expected that before he could even escape the woods, a fierce gale suddenly swept up outside them. Before he even knew what was happening, a sharp pain struck his chest.

He was actually sent flying hard, tumbling backward into the woods. After hitting the ground, he rolled in a chaotic mess until he crashed violently against a tree trunk, barely coming to a halt.

Eyes, ears, mouth, and nose... fresh blood gushed out incessantly.

Li Yun was equally dumbfounded. With a sudden turn of his head, astonishment and pleasant surprise washed over him in equal measure.

Senior Sister Zhang... why are you here?