You Opened It Too?

"No way. You opened it too?"

"Can you inject that hormone a second time?"

Qin Chen was dumbfounded.

He'd seen people enter a Bursting State, but a second burst was genuinely rare.

He Wu's eyes were bloodred now, and he looked like a beast with no reason left.

Without wasting words on Qin Chen, he planted both feet hard against the ground and shot forward.

"So fast!"

Qin Chen's pupils contracted.

The bloodred figure vanished from where he'd been in the blink of an eye and appeared right in front of him.

His fingers curled into claws and slashed viciously toward Qin Chen.

Qin Chen immediately activated Flowing Clouds Chasing Moon Steps, slipping past the claw by a hair.

He could even make out the patterns on He Wu's bloodred fingernails.

Before Qin Chen could put any distance between them, a sudden pain bloomed in his chest.

A tremendous force erupted from his chest and sent him flying.

A powerful sensation of weightlessness washed over him. After soaring dozens of meters, he crashed heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Chen felt as if his entire chest were about to explode.

Agonizing pain clawed at his nerves without pause.

Before he could recover, the whoosh of wind sounded above his head.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Chen rolled to the side.

The next second, a bloodred foot slammed down right where his head had been.

The ground shattered instantly. A blast of air rippled outward, sending countless stones flying.

The shock wave hurled Qin Chen several meters away, and he tumbled across the ground again and again.

Grimacing through the pain, Qin Chen scrambled to his feet and turned to run.

This guy was a handful!

Time for a strategic retreat!

He Wu's Bursting State hormone definitely had a time limit. All Qin Chen had to do was stall until it wore off.

Then he'd make sure He Wu got a good look at why flowers were so red.

He Wu, his pupils already clouded of what little reason remained, stared blankly at Qin Chen's fleeing figure.

Wait, weren't young people supposed to be at their most bold and brash?

In theory, even if you couldn't beat me, you should see someone like me from the Heretic Organization and shout, "Justice will prevail!" before coming at me!

Why turn and run?

He Wu came to his senses, shot forward, and chased after Qin Chen.

After injecting himself with Blood Rage Potion twice in a row, He Wu was certain to die once its effects wore off.

If he couldn't kill Qin Chen first, wouldn't he have died for nothing?

Though He Wu had reacted a beat too late, the distance between him and Qin Chen was rapidly shrinking.

He was far faster than Qin Chen.

A six-layer gap in cultivation couldn't be bridged by a D-rank Footwork Combat Skill alone.

In no time, He Wu was less than ten meters behind Qin Chen.

Watching the figure draw closer, He Wu raised his claws again, a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.

Qin Chen could feel a deadly threat approaching from behind, but he showed no sign of panic.

He knew that the more dangerous the moment, the more important it was to stay calm and collected.

A second later, when he could just barely hear the air tearing behind him, Qin Chen's eyes sharpened. He suddenly spun around.

He put everything he had into a vicious Seven Injuries Fist.

Qin Chen's sudden turn caught He Wu off guard.

The two were less than a meter apart.

Even at the Body Tempering Ninth Layer, He Wu couldn't react in time. Qin Chen's fist slammed into him.

But He Wu's claws struck Qin Chen at the same time.

Slash!

The sound of flesh tearing rang out, and several lines of blood burst across Qin Chen's chest.

In an instant, blood poured from the wounds!

Qin Chen was sent flying once again, crashing heavily to the ground.

He lay motionless, seeming to have lost his breath.

He Wu, having taken Qin Chen's full-strength punch head-on, had only been pushed back two or three steps.

A flicker of surprise crossed his bloodthirsty eyes, as if he couldn't understand how Qin Chen could have such strength.

He Wu bent his knees and shot forward, dashing toward Qin Chen.

He thought Qin Chen was probably dead after that claw, but he still needed to make sure.

Yet less than a second after he charged, his pupils contracted sharply. All strength drained from his body in an instant.

His momentum carried him forward, his body pitching ahead as he flew through the air.

He scraped along the ground until he finally came to a stop just a few meters from Qin Chen.

He Wu's face twisted in agony. The veins on his body, now black, writhed like black centipedes.

As he let out a tortured howl, his body rapidly shrank until it returned to its original size.

But his skin remained bloodred, and black veins still covered his entire body.

A large mouthful of dark-red blood spilled from his mouth, and his aura instantly grew feeble.

"Damn... How could the duration... be so short?"

The red gleam in He Wu's eyes faded somewhat, and a little clarity returned. He groaned weakly.

But when he saw Qin Chen lying motionless a few meters away, excitement welled up in his eyes again.

"To take a genius like you down with me... even if I die, it's worth it!"

He'd awakened just days ago and already broken through to the Body Tempering Third Layer. He also had the strength to crush He Wu, who was at the Body Tempering Fifth Layer.

There was no doubt Qin Chen was a genius.

In all his years with the Crimson Tide, most of the people he'd killed had been ordinary people and ordinary low-level martial artists.

He'd never imagined that, right before his death, he'd get to kill a genius of Qin Chen's caliber.

This was a bargain!

He Wu forced a smile, but on his face it looked utterly ferocious.

Suddenly, his eyes flew wide, brimming with disbelief.

It was as if he'd just seen something impossible.

In his field of vision, Qin Chen—the man he'd thought was dead—twitched twice, then slowly climbed to his feet.

"No! Impossible!"

Overwhelmed with shock, He Wu even experienced a brief last burst of energy. His voice rang out, shrill and sharp.

Qin Chen stood up, glanced at the bloody, mangled wound on his chest, then at He Wu lying a few meters away. In an even tone, he said:

"You're kind of a lightweight, huh!"

He really had been seriously injured when he was sent flying. The claw marks on his chest were so deep he could see bone.

But with the Seven Injuries Fist's ability to heal injuries, his wounds were recovering at an incredible speed.

He'd been able to get up long ago. He'd stayed down only to wait for He Wu to approach and let his guard down, so Qin Chen could ambush him.

After all, judging by the speed He Wu had shown, he'd catch up within two seconds even if Qin Chen stood up.

So he might as well wait for He Wu to come to him, then risk everything in one strike.

Who could have guessed that He Wu would be such a lightweight and collapse halfway there?

Still, Qin Chen had stayed down a little longer to be cautious, even after He Wu fell.

Only after confirming that He Wu couldn't get back up did he finally rise.

Looking down at He Wu's deeply resentful expression, Qin Chen suddenly asked:

"He Yi's your son, isn't he?"

He Wu's eyes flickered. He immediately replied:

"What He Yi? I don't know him!"

"Whether you know him isn't up to you!"

Qin Chen spoke evenly. He'd been watching He Wu's expression closely, and clearly saw his eyes flicker when Qin Chen said He Yi's name.

That meant his guess was most likely right.

He Wu was about to say something else when he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. His aura rapidly faded.

He struggled to move, but it was all in vain.

Before long, his head lolled to the side, and the light gradually left his eyes...