Chapter 91

“Hah! Shorty, you know the breathing technique too, and you actually took my punch—perfect! Now we can really let loose!” The giant only swayed slightly, standing firm in place, but when he saw Wang Yu fly several steps away before twisting his body to land steadily, seemingly unharmed, he burst into delight.

He clenched his fists, and rolling yellow mist surged from his body, faint glimmers of crystalline light flickering within, clinging tightly to his skin without dissipating.

“Externalized Toxic Qi”

As Wang Yu was still stunned by the giant’s immense strength, he witnessed this sight and gasped aloud.

Even though he hadn’t yet reached this level with the Black Tiger Breathing Method, the description of externalized toxic qi matched the giant’s current state exactly.

At this moment, the giant’s entire body was engulfed in yellow mist; he slammed his fists together, sending a shockwave rippling outward, and growled low:

“Hunyuan Six-Strike Combo”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the giant stomped his foot and leapt upward, diving down at Wang Yu from above, while his arms blurred and struck six empty-air punches downward.

“Bang!” “Bang!” …

Six thunderous booms erupted instantly from the air.

“Sonic Fist”

Wang Yu’s eyebrows lifted—he had no intention of meeting the blows head-on, and shifted his shoulder to sidestep, but suddenly felt the air tighten around him, an invisible force pinning him in place, immobile.

“Huh?”

Wang Yu was taken aback, but without hesitation, he silently whispered “Overclock,” drew another deep breath, and his body swelled another size, tearing his upper garments apart; a lifelike tiger head emerged from his back, and the surrounding binding force shattered instantly.

But now, it was too late to dodge—he could only blur his arms and deliver six sonic fists upward in response.

“Boom!” “Boom!” …

Wang Yu felt each punch strike like a mountain he could not move, numbing his arms and forcing his body downward.

After six strikes, his arms lost all sensation, and his legs sank a foot into the ground.

At that moment, the giant flipped midair and landed steadily two zhang away; seeing Wang Yu still unharmed, he grinned broadly.

“Good, good, shorty! I don’t want your Firecloud Pill anymore—I just want you to fight me properly. If you can take the Hunyuan Six-Strike Combo, try my Ox Demon Three Techniques next!”

Saying this, the giant opened his mouth and spat out a blinding white mist; the yellow mist on his body reversed and rushed back into his mouth, revealing dense yellow patterns across his skin, and a bull-headed emblem slowly rose from his chest.

His aura surged violently; he spread his arms wide and strode forward, face twisted in ferocity.

For the first time, Wang Yu’s expression changed; he grunted, pulled his legs free from the ground, flipped his hand once, and a pale green longsword appeared in his grasp, sheathed at his waist, his hand gripping the hilt.

At that instant, a sharp “whoosh” echoed from high above—a flash of cold light descended, landing squarely between the giant and Wang Yu.

The cold light faded, revealing a massive, snow-white blade, over a zhang long, half its length silently embedded in the earth.

“Big brother!”

The giant, seeing the blade, cried out in shock; his ferocity vanished, replaced by panic as he looked wildly around.

“Get your ass back here. Stop embarrassing yourself here.”

A cold male voice rolled down from above, thick with anger.

Wang Yu looked up; with his overclocked vision, he immediately saw a silver-clad figure standing in midair over ten zhang high, standing atop a giant insect resembling a butterfly, with a dark, stone-like object strapped to his back.

“Big brother, what are you doing here? I didn’t cause trouble—I just heard this kid had pills that could help your cultivation advance further, so I came to borrow some.” The giant, now seeing the silver-clad man, bowed his head like a scolded child, yet still muttered weakly in his defense.

“You idiot, you’ve been used as a tool and don’t even realize it. Get back here now. Next time you act without my permission, I’ll break your legs.” The silver-clad youth appeared to be in his early twenties, decently handsome, but his face gave off an unnaturally pale, almost translucent, eerie impression.

“What? You mean that guy tricked me? I hate being lied to—I thought he was a decent guy! I’m going to smash his head in!” The giant exploded in rage.

“Shut up. Come here. Don’t you think you’ve caused enough trouble? I’ll settle this for you later—but right now, get back.” The silver-clad youth snapped, reaching down with one hand and grabbing the air; the giant’s massive body floated helplessly toward him.

Wang Yu’s pupils contracted slightly—he was definitely at or above the Qi Condensation late stage.

“Young brother, my brother was reckless this time. These are my compensation. Let this matter end here.” The silver-clad man waited until the giant landed safely atop the insect before speaking calmly to Wang Yu below, then reached behind his back and pulled out a dark object, tossing it down.

“Thud.”

The dark object landed directly before Wang Yu—it was the half-destroyed corpse of a giant wild boar.

One side of the boar’s body was covered in sharp, bristling hairs, and it bore two curved horns on its head—clearly a recently slain beast, still radiating a strong stench of blood.

When Wang Yu looked up again, the silver-clad man and the giant had vanished without a trace.

That fight was utterly senseless.

Wang Yu was speechless, but he felt deep wariness toward the two— Bushuobiede ， Naliantizhiqiangshenzhihaizaitazhishang ， Houzhenengrangqianzherucifutie ， Kejianqishilizhiqiang 。

As Wang Yu pondered, he stowed the boar’s corpse in his storage pouch; so much beast meat would last him a long time—and since someone was willing to offer it as compensation, he had no intention of refusing.

Back in the stone hut, he dumped the spirit rice and beast meat into the corner, then returned to his bed and called out: “Taiyuan, enter login interface.”

No sooner had the words left his lips than a swirl of white light enveloped him, and he appeared in the silver hall.

But this hall was clearly twice as large as before.

In the corner, two metal chairs and a metal table had been added.

Two golden-haired women, identical in appearance, sat on either side of the table, playing chess.

One had a blank expression and a faintly blurred form; the other wore rich, thoughtful expressions, deep in concentration.

“Wang Yu, you finally came back—I thought you’d forgotten I was a living person!” The golden-haired woman with expressive features tossed her chess piece aside and glared at Wang Yu.