Gentle Fist Internal Injury

Qin Lang and Bu Lianshi never expected Yan Kang to be this ruthless; he didn't even offer a chance to surrender the Spirit Core before moving to kill, proving himself a truly cold-blooded individual.

"Leave those two at the first level of the Qi Refining Stage to you both; I will deal with Yan Kang!" Lin Chuan stood up and said. The Sage Chakra within his body had already merged with the spiritual energy in his dantian before Yan Kang even arrived. At this moment, it was flowing along his meridians and gathering in his hands, emitting a faint purple-gold glow accompanied by a soft sizzling sound.

"Hmph, you overestimate yourself. I'll kill you first, then deal with them!" Yan Kang sneered in disdain as he watched Lin Chuan approach. In his eyes, the three people here weren't even worth the effort of him making a move.

Had he not seen Qin Lang's third-level Qi Refining Stage cultivation, he would have simply let his two subordinates handle it. He never expected that the one walking toward him wouldn't be the strongest, Qin Lang, but a white-haired youth at only the first level of the Qi Refining Stage.

"Little brat, I will show you that the gap between us is as vast as heaven and earth! The price for provoking me is death!" Yan Kang moved his hands, reaching out to grab Lin Chuan by the throat.

Lin Chuan couldn't be bothered with idle chatter. His fists, coated in Sage Chakra, struck out like lightning, targeting the vital points revealed by his Byakugan.

Pa!

With a soft sound, Yan Kang realized he hadn't been able to fully deflect the fist, which had appeared soft and powerless in his eyes.

Lin Chuan snorted coldly. After blocking Yan Kang's arm with his right hand, his left hand shot out rapidly to strike at Yan Kang's chest. However, the opponent's sixth-level Qi Refining Stage cultivation was no joke; with a slight shift of his body, he nearly evaded the attack, though he was still grazed.

That was all it took. The corners of Lin Chuan's mouth curled upward. The Gentle Fist was not like a hard-style punch that caused external trauma like bleeding or broken bones; it dealt damage directly to the internal organs and the meridian system. Therefore, even a slight graze could inflict injury.

While such an attack wouldn't immediately incapacitate an opponent, no one could withstand the cumulative effect of Lin Chuan's Hyuga Gentle Fist over time, not even someone at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

It seems this technique works quite well! Lin Chuan thought to himself. During his spare time over the past few days, he had slightly modified his Gentle Fist. When injecting Sage Chakra into the opponent's body, he would control the chakra to cause damage, then use the properties of his spiritual energy to temporarily suppress the injury, making it difficult for the opponent to realize they were hurt during the heat of battle.

This allowed him to accumulate the damage until, at a chosen moment under his control, it would erupt all at once. This was his trump card for dealing with powerful opponents!

The longer they fought, the more surprised Yan Kang became. He never imagined that this youth, only at the first level of the Qi Refining Stage, could hold his own against him for so long.

Although it appeared to everyone that Yan Kang was suppressing Lin Chuan—every punch he threw was fierce and carried an imposing momentum—these attacks were all neutralized by Lin Chuan's uncanny technique. Furthermore, Lin Chuan seemed to know he was no match for Yan Kang in raw power, so he avoided direct confrontation. Every attack was a light touch and immediate retreat. His already soft-looking technique, which now only grazed the opponent, seemed to pose no threat at all.

"Hmph, so what if your technique is decent? You can't dodge my attacks forever, and when you fail, you die!" Yan Kang roared in anger. Being unable to quickly take down someone with such low cultivation made him feel incredibly frustrated.

Boom!! Yan Kang smashed out a punch. Lin Chuan barely dodged it, but the two-person-wide tree behind him was instantly snapped in half. The terrifying sound of the explosion shocked both Qin Lang and Bu Lianshi.

Lin Chuan's forehead was covered in sweat, but his heart remained calm. This was arguably the most difficult battle he had faced since crossing over, yet he felt no discouragement. His Gentle Fist had been working the entire time; under his Byakugan, Yan Kang's body was already riddled with internal injuries. If he wished, he could trigger those injuries now and instantly cripple this sixth-level Qi Refining Stage cultivator.

"However, it's not enough yet! I just want to know, how much internal damage can my Gentle Fist accumulate?"

Swish! Lin Chuan moved his feet and dodged another of Yan Kang's lethal strikes, while his right hand lightly tapped against Yan Kang's chest, aiming straight for the heart.

Whoosh! The Sage Chakra in Lin Chuan's palm silently seeped into Yan Kang's chest. As it struck the heart, the spiritual energy followed, forcibly suppressing the injury.

"Die!" A cold glint flashed in Yan Kang's eyes. He had intentionally left that opening for Lin Chuan. In his view, this soft, powerless technique was strange but couldn't cause him any real harm, so even taking this hit wouldn't matter.

His own attack was different; as long as it landed on Lin Chuan, it would surely leave the boy severely wounded. That was why he was willing to trade injury for injury. However, the next moment, Lin Chuan smiled slightly, the Sage Chakra erupted violently, and he leaped away, dodging Yan Kang's fatal blow.

"What?" Yan Kang hadn't expected that even in that situation, Lin Chuan had been holding back his speed. Now that he was going all out, Yan Kang couldn't keep up.

Suddenly, Lin Chuan's gaze focused on a tree five hundred meters away. Three people were rapidly approaching from that direction. Having focused his energy on the battle, he hadn't noticed this group earlier.

"Someone is coming? It seems this battle must end early, then!" Lin Chuan's eyes narrowed as he turned to look at the figure charging toward him.

Taking advantage of the moment Lin Chuan was observing his surroundings, Yan Kang rushed within three meters of him. He raised his fist high, ready to smash down with a cruel smile, as if he could already see Lin Chuan splattered in blood, killed by a single blow.

"Brother Lin Chuan, look out!" Bu Lianshi screamed in terror.

"Lin Chuan!!" Qin Lang's anxious voice also rang out. Ignoring the half-dead alien he had been fighting, he charged toward Lin Chuan. He didn't even prepare to block Yan Kang's attack, knowing it would be impossible to succeed.

The only thing he could do now was use his own body to shield Lin Chuan from the blow.

"Don't come over!" Lin Chuan's expression changed drastically when he realized what Qin Lang intended to do. He raised his right hand, and the five chakra threads connected to his fingertips instantly snapped. At the other end of those threads was Yan Kang's body.

Puff!

Yan Kang, who had been charging forward, suddenly shuddered and spat out a mouthful of blood, which even contained fragments of internal organs. His body trembled violently as he moved, like a piece of tattered cloth being struck repeatedly, as if he were being torn apart in mid-air.

At the critical moment, Lin Chuan exerted force and pushed the charging Qin Lang away, but it was a second too late. He was drenched in the blood and organ fragments sprayed by Yan Kang, looking utterly disheveled.

The battlefield fell into a dead silence!