Chapter 015: Momentum

  The elderly man was the deputy master of the Star Martial Hall, Wang Feng. When his gaze shifted to the man with the shifty eyes, his expression instantly darkened, his fists clenched with a crackling sound, and he snorted coldly, "Quite the skill."

  "Haha, not as good as yours," the man standing in the distance retorted, glancing around at the group of menacing figures surrounding him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

  "Speak, after killing so many from my martial hall, how do you wish to die?" Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng suddenly let out a cold laugh, "Let's see how many legs you have today."

  "To kill me, you're not qualified!" Yang Tian roared, the dormant energy within him burst forth, a crimson river splitting into dozens of streams, rushing in all directions. At the same time, Yang Tian's body shot backward.

  "Haha, trying to run under my watch, stay here today," Wang Feng said disdainfully, shaking his head as he watched Yang Tian flee. He slashed several palm strikes through the air, dispersing the energy. Then, with a strange movement, he advanced five zhang in an instant, leaving behind several afterimages before appearing in front of Yang Tian.

  Yang Tian suddenly sneered, a blazing sun already solidified on his fist as he ran, the scorching aura several times stronger than before, the air sizzling with a terrifying heat.

  "Following so closely, let me give you a taste," Yang Tian said indifferently, his cold gaze sweeping over Wang Feng, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth as he suddenly smiled faintly.

  With his words, Yang Tian punched out, the ferocious energy of the blazing sun surging forward, several times more powerful than before.

  "Not good, what kind of martial skill is this?" Wang Feng's expression changed drastically. With his seasoned experience, he reacted swiftly, his palm curling abruptly as he hastily gathered his energy to counter.

  "Boom!" The dazzling light clashed, the residual force shredding several ancient trees, the ground splattering with sand and mud like a small storm, the sound of explosions continuously ringing out, the ground caving in deeply.

  The blazing sun blocked Wang Feng's attack, but its aura was much weaker than before.

  Yang Tian pushed his palm through the air, a stream of energy like a rapid current impacting the blazing sun.

  "Sizzle." The blazing sun blasted through the air, fast as thunder, shooting into Wang Feng's chest.

  "Thud... thud..." Wang Feng was forced back, retreating dozens of steps, the ground cracking under his feet, only stabilizing after crashing through several large trees.

  A trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, a large patch of charred black revealing a glint of gold on his chest.

  "Gasp." As the dust settled, the onlookers gasped in shock, seeing Wang Feng disheveled, they couldn't help but inhale sharply. Seeing the damage on his chest, a chill ran through their hearts. If not for the protective armor, Wang Feng would likely be severely injured.

  Wang Feng, nearly at the peak of Blood Refinement, was forced back by Yang Tian, causing Wang Xing's mouth to twitch involuntarily. At the same time, his fierce gaze swept over Yang Tian, a bone-chilling killing intent seeping from his body.

  "If we don't kill this kid today, he will be a great calamity in the future," Wang Xing thought, already resolved to kill Yang Tian.

  The surrounding crowd's eyes shifted, staring at Yang Tian's pale face, a sense of fear rising in their hearts. "What a terrifying kid, what level of martial skill did he just use?"

  "I estimate it's a Xuan-tier martial skill," someone said greedily, looking at the two-zhang deep trench on the ground. With Yang Tian's strength, the martial skill he used must be at least Xuan-tier.

  "That old bastard was wearing armor, he got off easy just now," Yang Tian gritted his teeth, muttering. The last strike had drained most of his energy, leaving him with less than a tenth of his strength for the upcoming battle.

  "Kill him, he's almost out of energy, nearly spent!" Wang Feng roared, tearing off his shirt to reveal a gleaming golden armor, with a slight dent on the chest plate.

  "Attack together, he won't last long," Wang Xing said fiercely, his energy fully unleashed. At such a young age, with such cunning and talent, if he were to grow, they would have no place in Kuangyun City.

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  Compared to the treasures of the Dragon Star Martial Hall, Yang Tian's potential was far more threatening. Wang Xing was determined to kill him, knowing that treasures were useless without the life to enjoy them.

  Seeing Wang Xing's murderous intent, the fear in the hearts of the Star Martial Hall disciples lessened, and they mustered their courage, gripping their weapons tightly as they charged forward.

  Several figures attacked, Yang Tian swallowed a few healing pills, the remaining energy within him surged, a fighting spirit rising in his heart. Yang Tian let out a long roar, his black hair whipping wildly.

  His entire body's bones vibrated, a red aura hovering above his head like a erupting volcano.

  "Kill!" Yang Tian's eyes were cold, he punched out like a galloping horse, the crimson energy roaring, sending the foremost strongman flying.

  Clang!

  The fighting spirit roared, Yang Tian charged into the enemy like an angry bull, throwing several punches in succession, his intimidating aura continuously rising.

  The Battle Heaven Fist technique was continuously executed, dozens of red auras swirling around him, an imperceptible momentum quietly emerging.

  "He's actually condensing momentum," Yang Tian's punches became faster and faster, charging through the enemy, an invincible momentum continuously rising, a hint of joy appearing on his youthful face. "Perhaps this is the essence of the Battle Heaven Art, it's born for 'battle'."

  "Roar!" Yang Tian roared to the sky, his entire body's energy surging, this momentum continuously spreading, his red eyes making them unable to look directly at him.

  An inexplicable panic quietly rose in their hearts, in their eyes, Yang Tian was like an unshakable mountain.

  "Afraid of what? Kill him, he's done for, even if he's condensed momentum, he'll still die!" Wang Feng's face was cold, such a young age and already touching upon momentum, greatly increasing the chances of sensing acupoints in the future, meaning Yang Tian was certain to advance to the Martial Artist realm.

  His body flickered, a crystal-clear palm striking Yang Tian's back.

  Boom.

  Yang Tian punched out, stars shooting out, but the powerful energy continuously surged, Yang Tian was sent flying, crashing through several large trees, stirring up a cloud of dust, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he fell.

  Swoosh! Seeing Yang Tian fall, several figures instantly attacked, several sharp gusts of energy shooting towards Yang Tian's vital points.

  Thud.

  Yang Tian's aura plummeted, his strong body showing cracks, white bones faintly visible, showing the immense pain he was enduring.

  "This kid, what a strong body," Wang Feng's face was extremely dark, even he wouldn't fare much better than Yang Tian after withstanding several attacks. The killing intent in his heart grew sharper, Yang Tian's growth was too terrifying, a nameless chill rising in his heart.

  "Cough!" Yang Tian coughed up blood, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd ahead. He slapped the ground, spinning in the air as two fist imprints slashed out.

  "Boom boom!" The red light was as fast as lightning, the nearest person's head exploded, blood and bone splattering.

  Two elite disciples fell, Wang Feng's eyes nearly burst with rage, wishing he could pounce and tear Yang Tian apart. These disciples were cultivated with great resources by the martial hall, and now several had been killed by Yang Tian.

  "Yang Tian, you deserve to die," Wang Feng roared, his phantom body technique fully unleashed, afterimages flickering as blood holes appeared on Yang Tian's body.

  "Thud... thud..." Countless gusts of energy attacked, Yang Tian's clothes were tattered, his body covered in blood, pools of blood on the ground nearly coagulating.

  "Am I going to die here today?" Yang Tian roared unwillingly in his heart, he didn't want to die, there were many things he needed to do, his parents were waiting for him to find them, Lin Yuan was waiting for him to rescue, he couldn't die.

  "No, I can't die like this," his heart continuously sobbed, Yang Tian roared madly in his heart, his ferocious face nearly twisted, a desire to survive burning within him.

  At the peak of a mountain, the towering ancient trees below pierced the clouds, the dense forest barely letting in any sunlight, making the mountain quite dark, coupled with the unknown beast roars, giving the area a chilling atmosphere.

  Several black-clad men moved on the mountain, the killing aura around them slowly solidifying the air, on their chests were embroidered the words "Kill Demon."

  At the mountain peak, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his heroic posture and the dormant energy within him like a roaring dragon, exuding an especially domineering aura. On his resolute face, a sudden unease emerged.

  "What's wrong?" The black-clad man frowned slightly, murmuring softly, this unease seemed to roar from the depths of his bloodline.

  "Great Leader, they're here," a low voice sounded, behind him, a man with "Kill Demon" embroidered on his chest knelt on one knee.

  "Finally here," forcibly suppressing the unease in his heart, the Great Leader waved his hand, at the same time, his resolute face completely darkened, that hint of killing intent making the kneeling man's heart tremble.

  "Kill Demon Legion, where are you?" A deep shout quietly sounded, but in the mountains, hidden figures instantly emerged, their gazes sweeping over the Great Leader, a fanaticism also surging.

  The Great Leader turned, shouting coldly, "Leave none alive!"

  The cold voice slowly sounded, at the same time, a soaring killing aura rose, a red light illuminating the dark mountain.

  ...

  At this moment, his blood seemed to be burning, countless "battle" characters shining brightly in his sea of consciousness, like ten thousand horses galloping, the sound of battle clanging, threads of battle sounds reaching his heart, Yang Tian seemed to hear the ancient humans battling foreign races.

  The sounds of killing were overwhelming, threads of battle sounds echoing between heaven and earth, ancient ancestors battling, human heroes staining the sky with blood, driving out the hundred races, just to fight for a future, the sky stained with blood also filled with fighting spirit, the undying soul of the ultimate warrior!

  Yang Tian seemed to see the scenes of blood staining the outer domains, thousands of troops battling, his blood burning, densely packed "battle" characters rapidly pulsating, the clanging sounds of battle continuously entering his ears.