Anger Brings Strength

"What a pity, what a pity. I found out too late. Otherwise, I could have used this to threaten him, and he probably would have confessed everything. Tsk, tsk, tsk!" Tu Wu clicked his tongue twice, then tossed those regrets to the back of his mind and slowly walked toward Zhou Yang.

The commotion finally woke Zhou Yang. He looked at Tu Wu again. Although Tu Wu had seen those eyes once before, he still involuntarily took a step back upon seeing them.

"Heh! All you can do now is glare at me with those eyes. What a shame—you don't have a Sharingan. Otherwise, you might really have been able to glare me to death, huh? Hahaha!" Tu Wu found Zhou Yang's attempts to crawl to his feet, only to fail, especially amusing. It was like someone drowning and struggling desperately in the water, yet every struggle was futile. Worse still, each struggle not only wasted more strength, but also brought him closer and closer to death.

Just as he mocked him, Tu Wu suddenly noticed an unusual change in Zhou Yang's back. Light abruptly shone through the bloodied flesh over his spine. Then, as though a gasoline engine had started up, the blood vessels all around him bulged, seemingly injecting something into his body.

Zhou Yang was very familiar with this feeling. It was part of his nightly routine. He did not know why it had come so early today, but it seemed his excessive blood loss had triggered a natural reaction from his Saiyan spine.

"This... hurts so much..." This pain was nothing like the gradual increase from before. It erupted in an instant, and its intensity surpassed every previous time. His blood loss truly was severe this time.

The intense pain was like a car speeding down a highway, crashing straight into Zhou Yang's head. His mind instantly went blank, unable to hold anything except pain. His brain immediately activated a protective mechanism, because pain like this could easily turn someone into an idiot. A wave of dizziness surged into his mind, but Zhou Yang knew this was absolutely not the time to collapse. If he fell, the result would be death!

"Aah!!!!" A long howl burst from Zhou Yang's mouth, and tremendous force kicked up a wave of air. Zi Quan, who was searching for Zhou Yang, heard the sound as well. "No... That cry of pain, could it be...?" She did not dare think further and could only race over at full speed.

The enormous howl released some of the pain in Zhou Yang's mind and also made him a little clearer-headed.

The massive airwave pushed Tu Wu back some distance. Only then did he wake from his shock. "Th-this, what kind of ninjutsu is this? Could it be some forbidden technique? But does a child like him have enough chakra to use a forbidden technique?" He felt overwhelming danger rushing toward him, and its source was the child before him, whose three limbs had been crippled. He did not dare overthink it. He had two choices now: flee immediately, or kill his opponent before this ninjutsu was complete. This time, unlike before, he did not choose to leave. He chose to fight, because he felt that fighting might offer a greater chance of survival. If he could think of running away, could that brat in front of him not think of it too?

He gathered his courage and walked toward Zhou Yang with the broken half of his blade in hand.

But after taking three steps, he stopped. In his eyes, the boy whose legs had been utterly ruined had actually stood up. Though his legs were nowhere near as straight as a normal person's, he had still stood up.

As Zhou Yang slowly rose, the wounds on his legs finally split open completely. Blood streamed out uncontrollably, and Zhou Yang could even hear the crisp cracking of the bones in his legs. He knew he had been injured again, but he had no time to think about it, because he was going to kill the person who had destroyed his ring.

To Zhou Yang, this ring was not merely proof of the bond between himself and Zhou Nan. It was also the first gift of this life—no, of this soul's life. Under those two layers of meaning, its value to Zhou Yang went without saying. Naturally, he could not possibly spare the person who had destroyed it.

Watching Zhou Yang limp toward him step by step like a zombie, the last string holding Tu Wu's will to resist finally snapped. Nothing remained but endless terror.

"Y-you, don't come any closer! You monster, don't come over here!" Tu Wu desperately waved both hands, as if that could increase the distance between himself and Zhou Yang. But reality was cruel. The distance between Zhou Yang and him only continued to shrink.

Looking at the figure before him, like an evil ghost, Tu Wu's body no longer obeyed him. He frantically pounded his own thighs, but it had no effect at all.

"Move! Move! Move already! Just move! Move!" As the figure drew nearer and nearer, his voice took on a sobbing tone, and tears flowed down his face. It seemed the tears gave him back control over his body. He felt that he could move again.

"Huh? I can move! I can move!" He looked at the boy still limping toward him and sneered, "You little brat, just keep limping around here. I'm not serving you anymore—I'm leaving first!"

He turned and ran, but as he took his first step, something suddenly appeared before his eyes. It pulsed slowly.

"Hm? What is this?" He followed the connection downward. "So it's a hand. Then... could this be my heart?" He felt the strength draining from his entire body. Then, with a pop, his heart was crushed in front of him.

So it really is my heart! This was Tu Wu's final thought in this world.

As Tu Wu fell, Zhou Yang's unwavering will lost its support as well. He toppled through the air, but then he suddenly felt a pair of hands gently catch him. The last thing he saw from the corner of his eye was a touch of pale purple.

When Zhou Yang regained consciousness, a stretch of snow-white wall lay before his eyes. Looking down, sure enough, aside from his left hand and his groin, every other part of his body was wrapped tightly in bandages. He seemed to have found himself in this very state a month ago. He had not expected to end up like this again after only one month.

He raised the only hand that could still be considered intact, examined it from both sides, and recalled his final strike.

If I didn't sense it wrong, my final attack covered my hand in qi. But unfortunately, there were too many sources of pain in my body at the time, and my brain was filled with rage. I never sensed how it had formed. He thought about it for a long time but still found no clue, so he decisively gave up. Since he had used this move once, there was no need to worry that it would not appear a second time.

After giving up, Zhou Yang examined his body. There was only one word for it: miserable. He could feel pain with almost any movement, and he could not exert any strength. The only good news was that the qi inside his body had increased dramatically, enough to almost fill his entire abdomen. A Saiyan body really was incredible!