Chapter 100

101. Chapter 101: Fist Technique Collision

Danger, very dangerous.

"Disperse and escape."

Wang Jian's eyelids twitched at this moment. Looking at Yang Ye rushing over, he almost didn't hesitate at all and immediately ran wildly in one direction, trying to break out of the encirclement and seek a glimmer of survival.

If he could escape smoothly, he might be able to lure some people away and win a little opportunity for Li Yi and Chen Hao.

But could he do it?

Yang Ye was an Inspiration Realm cultivator, a full realm higher than him.

He didn't know.

Wang Jian didn't dare to think about this question at this moment. All he could do now was use his greatest strength to deal with this mortal crisis before him.

"Wang Jian, don't think about leaving. You're dead for sure this time."

Two Spirit Medium wanderers immediately rushed over head-on. They didn't seek to finish off Wang Jian, only hoping they could intercept him for a moment.

"Get lost!" Wang Jian's eyes widened, and he roared in anger, trying to repel these two people in the shortest time.

"Eye Strike!"

These two wanderers were also cunning, not choosing to collide head-on. They were also afraid of a cornered beast fighting back, afraid of being dragged down by this investigator in his final struggle, so using Eye Strike from a distance was the safest method.

Wang Jian, who only thought about escaping quickly, had no defense and was instantly hit by the Eye Strike of the two people.

Buzz, buzz!

His head felt dizzy, and his vision instantly went blind.

This strong discomfort caused Wang Jian's body to stagger, nearly falling to the ground, but fortunately, he quickly recovered, shook his head, and immediately stabilized his figure.

Although the Eye Strike didn't cause him injury, it had already interfered with his escape action.

The next moment.

A tall figure had already attacked.

Wang Jian's expression changed abruptly, and he subconsciously looked back.

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

Wang Jian only felt a powerful force crashing fiercely into his chest, then a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, and his whole body was sent flying like a broken kite, finally falling heavily to the ground.

Pain, weakness, powerlessness.

Wang Jian gritted his teeth, his mouth full of blood, struggling to stand up.

But soon, Yang Ye walked over with large strides. He sneered, stepped on Wang Jian's head, preventing him from turning over: "An investigator's bones aren't as hard as I imagined, are they? You can't even take one punch? But don't be in a hurry; after killing you, I'll send Li Yi on his way later, ensuring your little team leaves neatly."

"Wang Jian."

Seeing this scene, Li Yi was instantly filled with burning anger, wishing he could fly over immediately to save Wang Jian.

"You still have time to care about others? Take care of yourself first." A sinister voice sounded. The wanderer nicknamed Daozi had already attacked at this moment, and he raised his leg and struck a killing blow, heading straight for Li Yi's head.

An Inspiration Realm cultivator's power was astonishingly large, the leg wind whistling. Once hit, Li Yi's head would instantly explode, with no possibility of survival.

Li Yi didn't choose to disperse and escape like Wang Jian at this moment. He knew he couldn't escape; everyone here was staring at him, wanting his life. Since that was the case, he might as well stay and fight. A martial artist who practices boxing never has a moment of cowardice when facing an enemy; otherwise, once the spirit leaks, the defeat will only be faster.

"Kill!"

At this moment, Li Yi's Qi and blood boiled, and he opened his mouth to roar, like a beast out of a cage.

His evolved strong body exploded with unimaginably terrifying power at this moment. This power gathered into a punch, and instinctively unleashed a move of traditional martial arts.

Half-Step Crushing Fist!

Bang!

The fist force exploded like a thunderclap, making people feel stuffy in their chests.

Fist and leg collided.

In just an instant, the two forces converged, the energy leaked and scattered, splashing up a cloud of dust in the surroundings.

At this moment.

Daozi's expression changed instantly, because the intense pain coming from his thigh made him realize that the situation was a bit wrong.

He quickly withdrew and retreated, taking seven or eight steps back before barely coming to a stop.

Daozi took a look at his thigh.

A clear fist mark was dented into his thigh, shattering the skin and flesh, and shattering the bone. If it weren't for his physical fitness being a notch stronger than Li Yi's, this punch would have completely crippled this leg of his.

"Good, good, good. A good fist technique. No wonder Yang Ye was so wary of you, preferring to offend the Investigation Bureau to hire me to finish you off. Fortunately, you've only just opened your Spirit Medium; if you had cultivated to the Inspiration Realm, I'm afraid all ten or so of my people would have been finished off by you." Under the stimulation of intense pain, Daozi couldn't help but laugh in anger.

Li Yi's fist was stained with blood. His gaze was cold, his killing intent undiminished, but his arm felt a burst of numbness.

Although his fist force was fierce, his physical fitness was inferior to the opponent's. There would inevitably be an impact from the collision.

However, unlike the last time he clashed with that Inspiration Realm cultivator named Chen Xiangxi, this impact was already within a bearable range. It seemed that his body had undergone a very obvious transformation after evolving during this period of cultivation. It was just a pity that he hadn't opened Spirit Perception, otherwise, he wouldn't be so passive.

"Even if I don't open Spirit Perception, it's not certain I can't finish you off here." Li Yi roared in a low voice.

The force exploded under his feet.

His whole body rushed over instantly.

A martial artist who practices boxing is like this: once a punch is thrown, one must not be forgiving.

"This guy..." Seeing Li Yi take the initiative to kill, Daozi couldn't help but feel terrified, an inexplicable fear surging from somewhere in his heart.

This momentum was like a common man's anger, daring to make an emperor bleed.

"Can't fight this guy head-on. He's different from ordinary Spirit Medium Realm cultivators. If I'm really entangled by him, I might really flip the boat. I'm just making money to kill people; there's no need to throw my life away. Better to let Yang Ye come over to handle it."

Daozi felt guilty under this momentum. Even though he was a realm higher than Li Yi, he chose to retreat at this moment.

"Bang!"

The fist force exploded.

Daozi gritted his teeth and clashed for a moment, then retreated rapidly, shouting at the same time: "Yang Ye, what's the situation on your side? Have you finished off Wang Jian? Is a Spirit Medium Realm investigator worth you wasting so much time? Hurry over and join forces with me. This Li Yi has mastered fist techniques and is a bit thorny; he's not easy to deal with."

"This guy is truly trash."

Hearing this shout, Yang Ye couldn't help but glance over and curse inwardly.

No wonder he was just a wanderer who couldn't achieve anything. He had the strength of the Inspiration Realm but was also a guy who was fierce in appearance but weak in reality, only knowing how to bully the weak and fear the strong, and turning cowardly when it came to fighting for his life.

"*Cough, cough! * Stop..."

At this moment, Wang Jian was covered in blood. He reached out and grabbed Yang Ye's ankle tightly, trying to stop him from dealing with Li Yi.

"I didn't want to kill you originally, but now it seems I have to. Don't blame me; if you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck for taking this mission."

Yang Ye's gaze was cold. He knew very well what the result of killing an investigator would be, but now he couldn't retreat. If he really dragged it out, something might go wrong.

Clenching his fist, he smashed it down heavily.

Bang!

There was actually a sound of fist force echoing. Although this fist force wasn't crisp enough, there was no doubt that this Yang Ye had also mastered a part of the fist technique.

Wang Jian took this punch solidly, his head tilting instantly, his eyes stained with blood, and he completely stopped moving.

Yang Ye slowly retracted his blood-stained fist. He grinned, unbuttoned a button on his shirt, revealing his strong chest full of muscles, and then walked toward Li Yi on the other side with large strides.

He was tall and burly, rushing over at this moment like a bear preying, full of oppressive force.

Li Yi on the other side was very clear about his situation. If he couldn't finish off this wanderer named Daozi first, then he might face the situation of being besieged by two Inspiration Realm cultivators later, which would be even more dangerous.

Daozi also saw Li Yi's intention.

He had suffered a bit of a loss and didn't want to clash head-on with Li Yi again, fearing that if he was careless, he would really be taken down by Li Yi. So he just chose to wander and contain, ensuring Li Yi didn't escape. If he flipped the boat himself, then this operation would really become a joke.

"This guy's strength is stronger than mine, yet he doesn't dare to clash head-on with me and chooses to contain me?" Li Yi also felt that the situation was wrong at this moment.

This wanderer named Daozi was even more cunning than imagined, truly not giving Li Yi any chance to turn things around, just wanting to wait for others to finish off Wang Jian and Chen Hao before concentrating all their strength to deal with him.

"Ah!"

Suddenly.

Just at this moment, a scream echoed not far away.

Chen Hao was besieged by a group of Spirit Medium wanderers. Although he fought hard and repelled several people, he was finally outnumbered, found an opportunity, was severely injured and fell to the ground, completely losing movement. Moreover, he was covered in fresh blood. At this moment, it was unknown whether he was dead or unconscious.

But no matter what, Chen Hao's situation was definitely very bad. If there were no accidents, he would never get up again.

Li Yi was drawn by Chen Hao's scream and subconsciously took a look. Seeing Chen Hao lying on the ground covered in blood, another burst of anger rose in his heart.

Were the three of them really going to be besieged and killed by these villains in the Waste City District today?

"Still dare to be distracted? Looking for death."

A muffled voice sounded. At this moment, Yang Ye's tall body rushed over, seizing the opportunity of Li Yi's distraction, and delivered a punch toward him.

This punch burst the air, making a sound.

Fist force?

Li Yi's eyelids twitched. At this moment, it seemed as if he had grown eyes on the back of his head, seemingly sensing the danger, and raised his hand to meet it with a punch.

The two fists collided.

The powerful force caused Li Yi to retreat several steps repeatedly. His fist was bloody and mangled, and a bone-splitting intense pain came.

Yang Ye's tall body also retreated a step. His expression was gloomy, and his fist was also covered in blood, clearly also suffering injuries.

"This kid, even when distracted just now, could accurately counterattack. Are his five senses so sharp? It looks like he's not far from opening Spirit Perception. This trip was indeed the right one. This kid is a hidden danger in the future. He must be removed early. Fortunately, I acted early enough. If I had acted a month late, no, even half a month late, this guy might have opened Spirit Perception, and then I would have really become his whetstone."

Yang Ye felt a burst of lingering fear at this moment. This Li Yi's potential was too great; Yi Long hadn't even seen it.

"You actually learned my fist technique?" At this moment, Li Yi felt that familiar fist force and stared at him with cold eyes.

"Your fist technique? This is my Yang family's fist technique." Yang Ye sneered, his face very thick, directly claiming the fist technique as his own.

"Yang Yi Long taught you, right? It's just a pity that Yang Yi Long himself is not proficient in his studies, teaching you so hurriedly, be careful of harming yourself." Li Yi felt extremely fortunate at this moment that he had held back a hand when practicing the fist technique.

Otherwise, if Yang Yi Long had really learned it completely, then he would have surely died today.

Yang Ye shook his neck, making a crackling sound. He moved his muscles and bones and said unhurriedly: "You don't need to worry about this point. But I really want to know, you are about to die under your own fist technique; what are your thoughts?"

"What thoughts? You'll understand very soon. Yang Ye, dare to come and clash fists with me again?" Li Yi shouted in a low voice.

"Afraid of you?" Yang Ye grinned and sneered.

What was his realm, what was Li Yi's realm? Even if his fist technique wasn't as proficient as Li Yi's, finishing off this kid should still be easy.

"Kill!"

Li Yi roared and rushed to kill. His only chance to win was in the fist clash, letting Yang Ye's hidden injuries explode, and then seizing the opportunity to counter-kill.

Yang Ye didn't know Li Yi's thoughts; he just snorted heavily and walked up with large strides.