Chapter 212 - 107: Pulled Up by the Roots

Li Qianxiong roared, forcibly suppressing his surging qi and blood as he unleashed all the hidden strength in his body without reservation.

His main art, the Mountain-Splitting Palm, was known for its ferocious power. Now, channeled with his full strength, his palms faintly glowed with an earthen-yellow light. They struck at Yang Jing in a continuous barrage, carrying the power to shatter stone tablets and split rocks. The wind from his palms howled, throwing the surrounding air into turmoil.

Not only that, but the Life-Chasing Fist and Iron Cloth Shirt techniques he also practiced were activated simultaneously.

Inner Strength surged violently throughout his body.

His body dodged and weaved between palm strikes, his fists occasionally launching surprise attacks from cunning angles, while his skin took on a faint, coppery sheen.

With such power, it was no exaggeration to call him one of the absolute top masters below the Huajin realm.

Yet, facing this fierce onslaught, Yang Jing was completely unafraid.

His leg technique was unpredictable. At times, his movements were like a gentle breeze rustling a willow, deftly avoiding the sharp wind of the palm strikes. At others, he was like a striking thunderbolt, using the momentum of his steps to unleash the full power of his Mountain-Shattering Fist.

The ferocious power of the Mountain-Shattering Fist and the agility of his leg technique combined perfectly. Empowered by two martial arts that had reached the hidden strength level, his Inner Strength flowed endlessly, and he surprisingly began to gain the upper hand over Li Qianxiong.

Fists and palms clashed as the two moved swiftly through the forest. Every collision was accompanied by a deep, muffled boom and scattered blasts of Qi Force.

Relying on his superior speed and more refined Body Technique, Yang Jing was always able to dodge Li Qianxiong’s killing blows by a hair’s breadth. He simultaneously capitalized on his opponent’s openings to counterattack, quickly gaining the advantage. His assault grew fiercer and fiercer until he was practically overwhelming Li Qianxiong.

"How is this possible..."

Li Qianxiong grew increasingly horrified.

He could feel it. Not only were Yang Jing’s fists ferocious, but his footwork was exquisite. That leg technique had clearly also reached the level of hidden strength.

’This kid has actually mastered two separate martial arts to the hidden strength level?!’

To train in multiple martial arts was already difficult. Reaching the hidden strength level in just one was no small feat. To be proficient in two at once, and at such a young age... it was simply unheard of!

They had exchanged dozens of blows, and Li Qianxiong was gradually being worn down. Several wounds had appeared on his body. Although his Iron Cloth Shirt had protected his vitals, the injuries still hampered his movements.

Just then, Yang Jing seized the moment when Li Qianxiong’s old force was spent and new force had yet to rise. He stomped his foot, his body shot forward, and his right fist struck like lightning, smashing toward Li Qianxiong’s left chest with Mountain-Shattering Stone-Splitting power!

’Damn it!’ Li Qianxiong thought. He tried to dodge but it was too late. All he could do was twist his body and meet the blow with his shoulder.

CRACK!

A clear sound of bone fracturing rang out.

Li Qianxiong staggered backward, a piercing pain shooting through his shoulder as if the bone itself had split. His entire arm instantly lost all strength, and he could no longer execute his Mountain-Splitting Palm with its former might.

"You..." Li Qianxiong stared at Yang Jing, his eyes filled with incredulous terror.

He knew he had lost. Utterly and completely.

’At his age, with his strength... he might even break through to the Huajin realm in the future!’

’As long as the green mountains remain, there will be wood to burn!’

The thought flashed through Li Qianxiong’s mind, and the desire to survive overrode everything else.

He glanced at his scattered men, then at the bearded man in the distance who was tied down by Li Tieyun. Gritting his teeth, he turned and bolted deep into the forest.

’As long as I can escape, with my foundation, I can always make a comeback one day!’

However, he had only taken two steps when the sound of whistling air came from behind him.

Yang Jing’s voice echoed like a phantom’s. "Trying to run? Too late!"

Yang Jing’s figure flickered. Pushing his leg technique to its absolute limit, his speed became even faster than before. Like a streak of azure lightning, he instantly caught up to Li Qianxiong and blocked his path.

"Your opponent hasn’t said this is over!"

Yang Jing’s eyes were icy as he clenched his right fist again, silently gathering the power of his Mountain-Shattering Fist.

Li Qianxiong looked at Yang Jing blocking his way, his face as dark as ink.

The man’s speed was simply too great. He couldn’t escape. He was trapped, with no possibility of getting away.

Meanwhile, some of the Flying Horse Thieves who were still putting up a desperate resistance caught sight of Li Qianxiong turning to flee out of the corners of their eyes. They were all stunned speechless.

’The Chief is actually running away?’

The thought had barely formed when they saw Yang Jing stick to him like a shadow, instantly blocking Li Qianxiong’s escape.

Li Qianxiong was at the end of his rope, fending off attacks clumsily. His shoulder drooped, a clear sign of a serious injury.

"It’s over..."

It’s unknown who muttered the words, but they completely shattered the last shred of hope in the bandits’ hearts.

Even the Chief had been forced to flee, only to be easily intercepted. It seemed there was no escaping their doom today.

The eyes of the few core members of the Flying Horse Thieves who had been holding on flickered. They quietly began to shift their feet, eyeing the forest, just waiting for the right moment to scatter and flee.

Li Tieyun and his two companions were also deeply shocked by the scene.

Li Tieyun was pressing the bearded man with his iron ruler when he caught a glimpse of Li Qianxiong being forced back again and again by Yang Jing. Blood trickled from the corner of the bandit chief’s mouth and his shoulder was twisted at an unnatural angle. He was clearly severely wounded, and the sight sent waves of shock through Li Tieyun’s heart.

He had thought it was impressive enough that Yang Jing could suppress Li Qianxiong. He never imagined that in just a few short moments, Yang Jing would beat the bandit chief who had terrorized Yuhe County into fleeing for his life—and then intercept him so effortlessly!

’Such strength.’

Li Tieyun was inwardly speechless, but the attacks from his iron ruler only grew sharper, forcing the bearded man to cry out in pain.

He now understood. Even if the three of them hadn’t intervened, Yang Jing probably could have escaped unscathed on his own. In fact, with his demonic speed and incomparably ferocious fist technique, he could have worn down the entire band of Flying Horse Thieves by himself.