Chapter 40: First Kill

Seeing Pei Ye followed and crossed the flames; this fire was as usual, neither burning nor scorching.

But as soon as he entered the venue, Seeing Pei Ye immediately felt a pull; the light cocoon in his abdomen seemed to be activated, like a snake smelling a mouse and crawling out of its hole.

Hostility! Hostility! Hostility!

The light cocoons in both people's abdomens sensed the existence of the other; without waiting for Seeing Pei Ye to mobilize, the surging liquid had already impatiently filled his entire body.

Unlike the killing between humans for various reasons, at this moment, the desire from the abdomen was primitive and pure—eat the opponent, and I can become stronger!

Neither of their clothes was stained with blood; they were both the lowest-rank candidates, and without a single battle fought, they were going to use the opponent's corpse to ascend to the second level of the staircase.

This was the first enemy Seeing Pei Ye faced after his old wounds healed and the light cocoon parasitized him; having never formed a meridian tree, he could not evaluate this energy in his body, but he guessed it should be equivalent to the fourth or fifth life of a meridian tree.

Before, he had been cautious when only one arm was infected; now that his entire body was flowing with this energy, there was nowhere left to hide.

The Wildman hunched his body, and blue patterns like swimming snakes crawled all over his body; Seeing Pei Ye knew he was the same.

There was no signal to start; the two lunged at each other like two leopards.

There were no more maneuvers or surprise attacks, only hard punches and kicks; in this Gu cage with no weapons and nothing to rely on, the effects of the most primitive qualities—strength, speed, and reaction—were infinitely magnified.

The Wildman's body was even more oppressive as soon as it approached; this race could resist heavy armored soldiers and even light cavalry with flesh and blood on the Northern Frontier of the Great Tang; at this moment, the punches he swung were truly like iron hammers.

However, Seeing Pei Ye had also grown up with praise for his superior root and bone since he was a child, and he had never suffered a loss in strength.

Facing such a fierce punch, Seeing Pei Ye did not blink, did not dodge, and even used a single palm to catch it, while the other hand punched straight at the opponent's face.

This was the style Seeing Pei Ye had formed in his short years of practicing martial arts—defense combined with attack, and when attacking, consider defense first.

This was a neutral and steady boxing path; when defending, it could interrupt the enemy's rhythm; when attacking, facing the enemy's sudden changes, he could also leave three parts of leeway for himself. This highly elastic technique always allowed him to occupy the advantage in the Mid-Autumn Martial Meeting.

In the blink of an eye, the punch arrived; the massive power of the attack impacted his palm, as if a giant wave had hit his head.

The dark blue liquid surging in his body immediately provided solid support, blocking the opponent's punch momentum for a moment.

However, the opponent was attacking with full force, while Seeing Pei Ye was not defending with full force; this line of defense collapsed in the blink of an eye, and that rough, huge fist pressed Seeing Pei Ye's hand and hammered into his lower abdomen.

Seeing Pei Ye actually knew a more reasonable response—facing the first attack of a strange opponent, he should defend with full force to evaluate the opponent's strength.

But after stepping onto this venue, the light cocoon stirring in his body made his entire person feel more manic, and attacking was the main theme here.

So, after feeling that his defense was out of control, Seeing Pei Ye did not immediately retreat and dodge, but instead became even more courageous, hammering the opponent's face with even more force, even not hesitating to move his lower abdomen forward to collide with the opponent's fist.

Severe pain came from his abdomen, but the impact of his own punch was equally solid.

Both staggered a step; Seeing Pei Ye hunched over and gasped for breath twice, his abdomen spasming, while the Wildman before him was also streaming with tears and snot, his bent nose constantly gushing blood.

Seeing Pei Ye raised his eyes and grinned, lunging forward again.

In this rhythm of battle, it depended on who could launch the next attack faster and more powerfully!

One punch went straight for the Wildman's heart; the Wildman twisted his steps and swung his punch, wanting to trade injuries with this small guy.

But Seeing Pei Ye's punch this time was a feint; he loosened his fist, braced against the Wildman's arm, and his whole person leaped into the air.

The real offensive would be launched by his legs, and the target also changed from the heart to the temple.

Dark blue liquid is different from True Qi; it cannot—or perhaps people haven't mastered the correct way to use it—be used outside the body or attached to tools like True Qi.

It only acts as a passive amplification, mobilized at will within the body to enhance or weaken the strength of certain limbs.

At this moment, Seeing Pei Ye injected all of it into his leg, seeking to erupt with an attack sufficient to cause serious injury.

The Wildman's reaction was also extremely fast; the moment his hand was used as a support, he let his arm hang down, making Seeing Pei Ye's force not round enough, while his right shoulder arched up, seeking to push away this kick.

And Seeing Pei Ye's upper body followed the momentum and fell, becoming a vertical posture with his head down, and the strike that had been accumulated on his leg was only truly erupted after patiently deceiving the opponent's counter-move.

An inverted golden hook.

It hit the crown of the head squarely; the Wildman's massive body shook, and blood flowed from his seven orifices.

With the addition of the dark blue liquid, this was indeed not a fatal injury; the Wildman swayed, then lunged fiercely again.

But the damage had already been done; the Wildman was also human, after all, and did not possess the Qiongqi's ability to fight to the death; with his head buzzing and eyes dizzy, the Wildman's reaction dropped by another level.

Pei Ye formed a seal with one hand and opened Spring Hand.

This ability could theoretically be used all the time; the Black Dragon had opened a mouth with no obstruction for him on the Immortal Pool wall, but Seeing Pei Ye himself only had a small bucket, and his head would ache and crack if he used it for too long.

Due to anticipating the high-intensity continuous battles that would follow, Seeing Pei Ye was extremely frugal with the use of this key ability.

Relying on Spring Hand, the Wildman could no longer have any chance of turning the tables; Pei Ye quickly, fiercely, and precisely aimed at every flaw of the opponent, attacking continuously like a rainstorm.

Until he beat him into a pile of soft bones lying on the ground, this race with tenacious life finally breathed its last.

The intent of the light cocoon in his abdomen changed from hostility to hunger; without waiting for Seeing Pei Ye to mobilize, several tentacles broke through his chest and abdomen and surged out.

The sudden severe pain made Seeing Pei Ye sway; he stopped his body and raised his head to look, and those tentacles dense with patterns pierced into the Wildman's corpse, "predating" the light cocoon that had nowhere to rely on in the opponent's abdomen.

When these tentacles drilled back into his stomach, the dark blue liquid gathered together, and the blood hole broken on his abdomen rapidly repaired itself.

Seeing Pei Ye looked at this ferocious scene with a cold heart, feeling even more deeply that this light cocoon was never a co-existing aid.

It had its own instincts; it would not be controlled by the host; his body was merely a warm bed for it to inhabit.

It was indeed "all the same."

He felt an increasingly abundant sense of power in his body, nearly twice as much as before; it was devouring and digesting the prey, while simultaneously feeding back to the host.

Seeing Pei Ye could feel that this was an improvement in its level; this palace was becoming more luxurious and spacious, and the next time it stretched out its tentacles, the patterns on them would definitely be more complex.

There was not much joy in victory; Seeing Pei Ye's mood became even heavier.

After it "matured," what would be his end? How could he escape this fate?

The traces of destruction and the corpse of the purple-robed man perhaps signaled a window.

Seeing Pei Ye walked out with an expressionless face; the beads suspended above the venue began to rotate, and the Wildman's corpse was rapidly decomposed into strands of flesh and blood and sucked in, then quickly turned into that kind of dark blue liquid for storage. ===== CHAPTER 41 =====