One Who Breaks Limits!

"I don't know your name, but I won't give up."

"My foundation is much, much better than yours!"

Within the courtyard, Qi and Blood flames slowly burned over Gong Fanyin's body as she threw punch after punch.

"Fanyin has undergone extreme training since she was little. Her perseverance far surpasses that of ordinary people."

At the side, the old man murmured. He could sense the extraordinary resolve his granddaughter was displaying at this moment.

Gong Hengwen nodded.

"Fanyin possesses such perseverance largely thanks to her sister, Fanling. If Fanling had a Limit Breaking Physique as well, she might have undergone Limit Breaking Awakening long ago."

He was rather approving. Gong Fanyin was already so resolute, while her sister Fanling was even more of a heavenly pride.

She ranked second among Yunmeng City's youths, not far behind the first.

"Fanling..." The old man nodded, then turned his attention back to Gong Fanyin. His eyes trembled, and he laughed heartily. "Soon. She'll break the limit today!"

The old man burst into laughter.

His only concern was that the Limit Breaking Fist Technique used by the person competing against Gong Fanling might be too advanced.

But the next moment, he was at ease.

No matter what, according to his granddaughter, that person's foundation was vastly inferior.

No matter how good the fist technique was, it could not make up for such a gap in foundation.

At the center of the courtyard, the girl's expression grew increasingly strained. As her movements shifted, the Qi and Blood flames burning over her body had spread downward, reaching her waist.

Her progress was rapid. The fist technique she practiced had been acquired by her father at a steep price. An ordinary person would be exhausted after merely performing a single movement.

"Grandfather, Little Uncle..." The little girl spoke with extreme difficulty. "I..."

"I know you're nearly at your limit, but anyone who reaches their limit will find it incomparably difficult!"

Gong Hengwen spoke first. "Our Gong Family needs Break Limit Heavenly Prides. On the Martial Dao path, only by breaking limits can one seek a true future!"

As his voice fell, Gong Fanyin continued punching, her voice thick with tears.

The old man nodded, his gaze filled with satisfaction and expectation.

Yet he let out a long sigh.

How had martial arts come to be?

Was it not through those who came before, breaking limits time and again, testing the rules time and again?

So what if that person was an offspring of the Five Clans?

So what if he had immense resources?

Before one's limits, everyone was equal!

"One thousand bucks, one thousand, one thousand..."

He stood within a cage of darkness, his voice hoarse as red-and-white mist spilled from his mouth. Everything before him had blurred.

He had not noticed Luo Puxin's arrival, nor had he noticed the terrifying four-colored light within the Saint Breaking Realm.

He was breaking his limits, doing something beyond the limits of humanity.

It was great. It was difficult.

Yet for some reason—

There was only one thousand bucks in Chen Yan's mind.

The thousand bucks he owed Hu Zeyuan's family.

At his most difficult moment, he was thinking of the most absurd, most insignificant thousand bucks.

It was as though he was breaking his limits solely for those thousand bucks.

His mind was a blur. He only felt that this attempt to break his limits had, like those thousand bucks, become something cheap and lowly.

The flesh all over his body seemed to be tearing apart, yet the pain seemed to have vanished. His entire being grew muddled.

Breaking his limits for one thousand bucks.

"Hahahaha..." Chen Yan began to laugh.

His Sister was coming home tomorrow. He could buy more meat.

One thousand bucks could change the situation at home.

His mind ran wild.

His heart burned like a blazing sun, yet was cold and deep like You Yuan; it was like ten thousand trees bursting into life, only to turn into dead, withered wood the next moment.

So hot, so cold. One moment, her body was about to be scorched to death by blazing flames; the next, she was atop Cold Peak, unable to move.

Her thoughts blurred, and even the last thousand blocks vanished.

"Why... can you..."

Within the half-inch of Red Light that was about to disappear, the girl spoke with tears in her voice, reverence, and trembling.

"...reach such a level?"

The Qi and Blood Flames burned away the last inch of her body. The firelight gradually faded, transforming toward colorless white flames.

Gradually becoming transparent.

The air turned cold.

Yet Chen Yan seemed unaware, slowly throwing a punch.

"I... lost."

"Grandfather, Uncle... I... lost..."

Within the courtyard, the girl's body completely lost all strength. Tears burst through the dam as she looked helplessly at the old man and Gong Hengwen.

"Continue!" the old man barked, then immediately softened with heartache. "Good girl, don't give up. You're only one last thread away."

Gong Hengwen nodded and was about to speak when Gong Fanyin cried out miserably, "It's already over. He broke the limit—completely... broke the limit.

"He broke the limit in one go... Zhou Ming is going to bestow talent upon him."

After saying this, the girl went limp all over and collapsed to the ground.

Silence. The courtyard fell into a deathly stillness.

The old man and Gong Hengwen were both left speechless. The latter sighed and slowly shook his head.

Still not enough?

Would this genius belong to the Town Martial Division, or the Five Clans?

The old man beside him pressed his lips tightly together. Disappointment, unwillingness, and fury filled his eyes. He opened his mouth, wanting to rage, but when he looked at his granddaughter in such misery, he could not bear it. He spoke gently instead.

"That person comes from a great clan. The Limit Breaking Fist Technique he uses must possess mysteries of its own. You are not inferior.

"Even if you cannot undergo Limit Breaking Awakening, with your physique, you can undergo Bloodline Awakening. You will surely surpass your sister."

Even as he spoke, Gong Fanyin's shoulders trembled. Her soundless sobs were like a choked spring.

"He... was only throwing punches."

"He was only throwing the simplest punches, yet he underwent Limit Breaking Awakening."

"He is a... monster."

"A monster who doesn't care about his life."

Shock.

A deathly chill surfaced in the eyes of the old man and Gong Hengwen.

In a distant land, Cold Pool lay On the Ground. Water vapor froze into ice, then turned into mist the next moment.

A figure sat cross-legged at the center of Cold Pool. Pillars of ice stood around him one after another, their deep-blue light endlessly intertwining.

The Youth suddenly opened his eyes. In an instant, a ring of clear, radiant light spread outward. Cold Pool shook, and the sleeping Flood Dragon within raised its head.

"Has someone else... appeared?"

A smile surfaced at the Youth's lips.

"Another Heaven and Earth Treasure Fruit!"

The Hundred Thousand Ice Mountains stretched across heaven and earth. Cold winds howled, and Ice Crystal danced through the air.

At the mountain's peak, amid clouds emerging from the ravines.

The Woman in White Dress stood alone, like a pure white flower of snow, cleansing the world.

Suddenly, her red lips parted, and her silver eyes glanced eastward.

Beneath her feet, mountain snow collapsed, erupting in turmoil for miles.

"Another one has appeared. Zhou Ming, what kind of existence are you?"

"Interesting, interesting."

Within the luxurious Great Hall, upon the large bed at its center, the sleeping Youth suddenly sat up, drawing coquettish complaints from the several women beside him.

Youth stood bare-chested, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"One more is good too. At least they can help draw attention. That lunatic has been investigating me all along. Scary."

"Really scary."

"Scary!"

Ice crystals surfaced across his body, spreading without end.

"Ahhh!!!"

The woman beside him let out a terrified wail and was swiftly frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Looks like I... was too scared." Youth looked at her beside him, somewhat regretful.

"Do you feel like it's gotten colder?"

Inside the director's office of Green Mountain Town's Town Martial Hall, Zhuang Xihang muttered.

He then looked at Luo Puxin with displeasure.

He was in a hurry!

He was a principal—though only a vice principal—but what did the Town Martial Division's affairs have to do with him?

Why did he have to come help investigate Xin Gongxian's records too?

"It does seem to have changed a little..." Yin Yanjun, who was examining the files, spoke up.

"No, I feel perfectly normal!" Before he could finish, Luo Puxin shouted.

He had been sensing every change in his surroundings in real time. No one understood the shift in temperature better than he did.

The shock in his heart at that moment was beyond anyone's comprehension.

Holy shit, was it about to succeed?

The air had turned colder. It was related to Chen Yan.

Was it the talent Zhou Ming had bestowed upon him? Something related to temperature?

Holy shit!

On the sofa nearby, Chen Yuxu and Wang Yang were still staring at each other. They had come to see Chen Yan—what were they doing here?

As for Xin Gongxian and Secretary Ye, they stood there like underlings. Secretary Ye had it even worse; he could only stand on one leg.

Xin Gongxian's face was ashen. Yin Yanjun had just gone through his files and uncovered a great deal.

He knew he was finished. All he wanted was to get through tonight in one piece.

"It is a little cold, huh." Wang Yang spoke, truly not knowing what else to say.

"It is... a little." Xin Gongxian gave an awkward laugh, his attitude exceptionally friendly. He truly knew he had been wrong.

The moment he finished speaking, Xin Gongxian froze. Terror surfaced in his eyes as he saw Luo Puxin looking at him coldly.

His heart seemed to stop beating in an instant. Xin Gongxian wailed inwardly. He had only said one flattering thing!

Luo Puxin grabbed Xin Gongxian and flung him out of the Town Martial Hall and onto the street.

"Get out here, all of you! Yin Yanjun, Zhuang Xihang, and everyone else from the Town Martial Division—get out here!"

Luo Puxin roared, rage erupting as violent winds ravaged around him.

"Tonight, I'll let everyone see the true face of that vile man, Xin Gongxian!"

Yin Yanjun and the others emerged from the Town Martial Hall, their expressions varied.

On both sides of the street, bright lights shone from house after house as people came out.

Xin Gongxian's face was deathly pale, despair flooding him.

He was finished.