Chapter 82

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“What’s going on?”

“Who’s there?”

Instantly, the four men tightened their grips on their swords and knives, eyeing the entrance of the valley cautiously.

At that moment, a figure in black appeared at the entrance, tall and upright, carrying a corpse. He stepped into the valley one step at a time.

“A member of the Qin family?”

The figure in black spoke with a smile, “What a coincidence, you’re also here in the Liu Yue Mountains for training?”

“Ye Wushuang!”

Qin Mang, recognizing the young man in black, was taken aback for a moment. But then a sinister grin spread across his face.

“We’ve been searching for you everywhere. I never expected you to walk right into our trap. You’re asking for death.”

Without another word, Qin Mang swung his blade, his steps heavy with the gathering of his thick spiritual energy. He struck at Ye Wushuang with a powerful slash.

Ye Wushuang raised his hand and flung the corpse he was holding towards Qin Mang.

With a sickening *thud*, the corpse was split in two. Unperturbed by the blood that now stained him, Qin Mang raised his blade again and lunged at Ye Wushuang.

They had been searching for Ye Wushuang all night, and now he had walked right into their hands.

“You foolish boy, you’ve offended my Qin family, and now you’re here to die. I’d be remiss if I didn’t take your life for being so foolish.”

Qin Mang, at the eighth level of the Physical Training Realm, swung his blade with a force exceeding seventy-two oxen, the air whistling with the sheer power of his strike.

The other three men, two at the sixth level and one at the seventh level of Physical Training, positioned themselves strategically to prevent Ye Wushuang from escaping.

But Ye Wushuang showed no signs of panic.

He had come to the Liu Yue Mountains to enhance his abilities. Whether it was fighting the spirit beasts or these warriors from the three major families who had followed him, it was all about testing himself in the face of danger.

Only in the struggle between life and death could he truly grow.

“Spirit Tiger Lock!”

Though Qin Mang’s blade was slicing through the air with deadly force, Ye Wushuang did not dodge. Instead, he stepped forward, his hands forming claws, and struck directly at Qin Mang.

*Clang*…

The sound of metal rang out as Ye Wushuang’s claws collided with the back of Qin Mang’s blade.

Instantly, Qin Mang felt his blade tremble under the impact. Ye Wushuang’s overbearing force had actually suppressed his blade.

“You…”

Qin Mang’s face changed as he tried to retreat.

In that direct clash, he realized that although Ye Wushuang was indeed at the sixth level of Physical Training, his explosive force was no less than seventy oxen, comparable to the eighth level. It was impossible!

“Realized something’s wrong?”

Ye Wushuang wasn’t about to let Qin Mang retreat.

He was no longer the same as when he first arrived at the Soul-Devouring Hall after regaining his memory for the life-and-death match.

After several rounds of combat, he had become more familiar with his body, and his control over the Tiger Roar Fist had improved significantly. Even with Qin Mang at the eighth level of Physical Training, there was no way he could escape from Ye Wushuang’s grasp.

“Spirit Tiger Slash!”

Ye Wushuang’s hands suddenly turned into blade-like shapes and he slashed out.

Qin Mang instinctively swung his blade to block, but Ye Wushuang’s speed was faster. His hands struck directly onto Qin Mang’s shoulders.

With a *clang*, the blade fell from Qin Mang’s grasp and hit the ground.

Qin Mang knew it was bad.

But before he could react, Ye Wushuang’s fist came crashing down.

“Fierce Tiger Break.”

*Boom*…

Qin Mang’s nose collapsed under the impact, blood spraying out, and his mind went fuzzy.

Before he could regain his senses, Ye Wushuang was upon him again, delivering another powerful punch.

Another *boom* echoed as Ye Wushuang’s fist struck once more, smashing through Qin Mang’s skull.

Blood and cerebral fluid gushed out, and Qin Mang’s body fell to the ground with a thud, his breath leaving him.

The other three men were completely stunned.

“Run!”

One of them shouted and, without a second thought, turned and fled towards the valley’s exit.

The idea that Ye Wushuang was at the sixth level of Physical Training and could kill someone at the seventh level but not the eighth was all nonsense!

Qin Mang was a true eighth-level Physical Training expert, yet Ye Wushuang had taken him down in just a few moves.

They had to run and inform the other leaders; otherwise, they would all be wiped out.

“Think you can run?”

But Ye Wushuang had no intention of letting them escape.