Chapter 211

202. Chapter 202: The Qigong Evolutionist

Yang Yi's displayed strength far exceeded expectations; Zhao Lingfu, a spiritual sense expert who mastered the Divine Step Technique, was defeated in a single glance, let alone other cultivators like Zheng Gong, Yuan Mingjin, and Fang Hang—whose power barely reached Spirit Medium or Spirit Sensation levels, insufficient to even intervene.

"Yang Yi, you dare attack our Investigation Bureau's external combat personnel? Don't forget you're currently serving a sentence with the chance of reduction through meritorious service—if I report this now, your life is over." Zheng Gong roared, trying to intimidate Yang Yi with the Bureau's authority.

But Yang Yi paid no heed to Zheng Gong's words.

He had come today to take Li Yi's life; whatever consequences followed could be dealt with later—he had sensed a faint threat emanating from Li Yi, and if he let it grow, Li Yi would become his greatest enemy, and that would be the worst outcome.

"Killing just one external combatant is a cost I can bear," Yang Yi said coldly. "Stay out of this, or I can't guarantee I'll hold back."

"You think we'll just stand aside? Pfft. What a joke." Yuan Mingjin spat, raising his sniper rifle. "If you leave now, we'll pretend nothing happened. But if you strike again, I swear I'll shoot."

"Same here," Zheng Gong said, lifting his own sniper rifle.

Two elite-series sniper rifles aimed at Yang Yi—any direct hit would kill him, even a spiritual sense expert.

But no one expected what happened next: Li Yi, who had been resting by the roadside, slowly stood up and signaled his teammates. "Don't move. Put your guns down. This is a personal matter between me and Yang Yi—I'll handle it myself."

"Li Yi, this isn't the time to show off," Lin Yue said from afar.

Li Yi ignored her, fixing his gaze on Yang Yi. "Our fight in the Ruined District wasn't finished. Since we've met again, let's continue. You want to kill me—I want to kill you. Let's settle this ourselves, no one else involved. How about it?"

Yang Yi had been ready to strike, but hearing this, he halted. His expression darkened with surprise. "You've got guts. Knowing you're weaker than me, you still dare challenge me? Fine. This is perfect—I want to see what changes have occurred in your body to give you such confidence."

Li Yi stepped forward slowly, his gaze growing icy. The restrained energy around him surged freely; the thunderous heartbeat that had echoed moments ago now settled into stillness.

An invincible martial artist's aura radiated from him.

At this moment, Li Yi was no longer a Blood Refining cultivator—he was a Qigong Master who had opened six acupoints.

Too bad.

Yang Yi arrived too soon—he hadn't yet fully accumulated nine acupoints.

But it was enough.

Li Yi clenched his fist; his bloodline surged violently, a crimson glow flickering to life—strange and extraordinary.

Merely by moving slightly, his bloodline transformed into fist Gang.

His condition was astonishing—his bloodline power was terrifying, his body like a blazing bronze furnace, the bloodline smoke thick and dense. All present were evolutionists; their eyes clearly perceived Li Yi's transformation.

Feeling the aura radiating from Li Yi, everyone tensed.

"Maybe he really can defeat Yang Yi," Zhao Lingfu, wounded, stared at Li Yi, uncertain.

It was hard to believe that in mere moments, Li Yi had undergone a metamorphosis—as if a cocoon had turned into a butterfly. This wasn't sudden change—it had been suppressed. Li Yi had been holding back, refusing to unleash this power until Yang Yi's sudden arrival forced it out.

"So before suppressing himself, Li Yi could already clash with spiritual sense-level corpses? I thought Li Shaoqing and Yang Yi from Tianchang City were already monstrous—but Li Yi is the real freak."

At this moment, Zhao Lingfu's understanding shattered.

A Spirit Sensation cultivator had truly achieved this.

Someone like him would inevitably enter the Golden Academy.

It seemed his investment was right.

"So that's how it is..."

Yang Yi's expression changed. "Now I understand why you're so abnormal, unlike ordinary evolutionists. You've cultivated an alien world's method—your fist technique was your gateway to it. Am I right?"

If he still couldn't deduce Li Yi's anomaly now, he'd be an idiot.

Alien world cultivation method?

At these words, everyone turned sharply toward Li Yi.

Even Qin Qing's green vertical pupils flickered with shock.

So Li Yi was cultivating two methods simultaneously?

"Your intuition is as sharp as ever," Li Yi said calmly, his vertical pupils glowing. He acknowledged it.

"You're not the only one who cultivates two worlds' methods. Many cross-worlders in the Golden Academy do the same. Some freaks even cultivate three—borrowing strengths, compensating weaknesses, their power boundless. Some spiritual sense cultivators dare chase down soul-condensed masters. But I never expected you, Li Yi, to have such a stroke of fortune—to acquire an alien cultivation method from the Danger Zone."

Yang Yi's breath hitched.

Li Yi's opportunity was enviable—jealousy stirred in him. To cultivate two methods? Only cross-worlders earned that privilege.

Then a thought surfaced in his mind.

If he could seize Li Yi's alien cultivation method and adopt it himself, he wouldn't need to compete for a slot—he could enter the Golden Academy purely through his own talent and strength.

"Yang Yi, I can see from your eyes you're scheming again to steal my cultivation method," Li Yi lowered his gaze slightly, sneering. "That look—I know it well. When you forced me to hand over my fist technique, you looked exactly like this. Uncontrollable greed."

"But I'm not the man I was before. If you want my method, first see if your life is strong enough to hold it."

"Kill!"

In that instant,

Li Yi's aura exploded. His bloodline surged outward as protective Gang qi, propelling him forward like an arrow loosed from a bow—covering the ground in a single glance, arriving before Yang Yi.

A martial artist's rage—blood splatters everywhere.

This Qigong evolutionist would measure Yang Yi's worth with his bare fists today.

He struck—a fist Gang coalesced, tendons and bones resonating.

The boiling bloodline around him found its outlet, roaring forth with Li Yi's punch.

This punch, brimming with murderous intent, could shatter courage, forcing even the soul to bow.

"You dare attack me first? Foolish."

Yang Yi's pupils narrowed, his eyes turning vertical. Light flared in them, white halos shimmered around his body, black hair whipping wildly. He didn't yield an inch—raising his fist, he instinctively activated the Guiding Technique. His fist glowed brilliantly, beautiful yet radiating lethal danger.

He knew fist techniques too.

And he'd fused Guiding Technique into it—making it even more potent.

Their fists collided.

Pure strength—no technique, no art.

Hummm!

Bloodline fist Gang met energy fist seal—their clash emitted a deep hum. The released force shattered the asphalt road beneath them. Any cultivator below spiritual sense who drew near would be blasted away, grievously injured by mere residual energy.

"This power is unbelievable," Zhao Lingfu gasped.

Could a spiritual sense cultivator unleash such power?

Unfathomable.

"They've clashed..." Lin Yue's face tightened with worry. Though she knew Li Yi cultivated an alien method and couldn't be judged by normal realms, his cultivation time was far too short.

Whether evolution or alien method—any cultivation required time to mature.

Without sufficient time, nothing mattered.

"Can Yang Yi win?" Qin Qing, beside her, now showed signs of unease.

She had been confident Yang Yi would defeat Li Yi—until she saw the bloodline surge skyward. Then doubt crept in.

Li Yi was too unusual—he couldn't be judged by ordinary standards.

Spirit Sensation was no longer a valid measure. His being was full of unknowns.

And unknown meant uncertainty.

"Yang Yi can't lose. He can't afford to lose—if he fails, everything is over," Qin Qing thought, her green pupils fixed on the duel, hoping to see Yang Yi gain the upper hand.

But the result only deepened her dread.

With one punch clash,

a shockwave erupted, forces reaching their peak—yet Yang Yi's body was shoved backward by Li Yi's punch, retreating seven or eight meters before he barely stopped.

In raw strength, Yang Yi had lost to Li Yi.

"How...?" Yang Yi's eyes widened, shock and disbelief on his face.

Why was he pushed back by Li Yi's punch?

They used the same technique. He had Guiding Technique. He was a full realm higher. Why?

Yang Yi stared at his fist—blood stained it, skin torn, clearly wounded.

"Again."

Li Yi roared, pressing forward. Once he seized the momentum, he wouldn't relent.

All martial artists across the Four Seas and Eight Zones followed this rule.

In the same realm, it came down to who could overpower the other's fist.

Once momentum was gained, victory was already three-tenths secured.

Before Yang Yi could recover, Li Yi attacked again. Before he even reached, his bloodline surged like a molten furnace, engulfing Yang Yi.

Blood condensed, fist Gang exploded.

At this moment, the air reversed, tore apart, roaring like thunder—shaking the onlookers' eardrums, tightening their hearts.

Thunder God's Hammer Strike!

Li Yi roared, unleashing a killing technique.

Merely the initial momentum sent chills through all who watched.

"Is this Li Yi's true power?" Everyone stared, as if seeing a ghost.

Such a terrifying punch—spiritual sense experts screamed warnings in their minds. The power was unimaginable.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Yang Yi's black hair whipped wildly, his robes flared, energy erupted from his body—he raised his fist again. This time, his fist seal blazed brighter than ever, dazzlingly radiant. Even as his spiritual sense screamed danger, he refused to retreat.

His dignity and face demanded he meet Li Yi's punch—and reclaim the upper hand.