Chapter 016: The Will of Martial Arts

  "Fight! Fight!" An ancient, weathered voice echoed in Yang Tian's mind, jolting him awake just as he was on the verge of losing consciousness. His eyes snapped open, now bloodshot, as an overwhelming surge of fighting spirit engulfed him. The voice grew louder, and Yang Tian's resolve solidified. His black hair whipped wildly in the air, his gaze sharp as lightning, and his entire body radiated an invisible aura of battle intent that seemed to dim the very world around him.

  The will of martial arts was undergoing a profound transformation within him. Yang Tian felt as though he had become a giant, his fighting spirit relentlessly eroding his mental barriers. He wanted to conquer all directions, to fight until the ends of the earth. His martial intent was evolving at an astonishing rate.

  The mocking expressions on the faces of those around him froze in place. The sheer intensity of his battle aura pressed down on them, making it difficult to breathe. Their internal energy and blood flow were disrupted, and an overwhelming sense of panic began to take hold.

  "What terrifying battle intent! What kind of fortuitous encounter has this kid had?" Wang Feng's expression changed drastically. Even his own martial will was shaken by Yang Tian's aura. The young man before him now seemed like an insurmountable giant, and a sense of dread crept into Wang Feng's heart.

  "Old dog, enjoying yourself?" Yang Tian raised his head, his sharp gaze locking onto Wang Feng's stunned face. With a swift motion, he reached out and grabbed Wang Feng's arm.

  "Die!" Yang Tian roared, his fury fueling his exhausted body. He swung Wang Feng's arm through the air and slammed it into the ground with brutal force.

  *Boom! Boom!* Yang Tian's movements were lightning-fast. He repeatedly smashed Wang Feng's body against the ground, each impact accompanied by a deafening crash and agonized screams.

  Dust and blood filled the air.

  "How ruthless..." The disciples of the Star Martial Arts Hall felt a chill run down their spines. The sheer brutality of Yang Tian's actions left them too terrified to even think of fighting back.

  "Stop him! Stop him now!" Wang Xing's face turned pale as he shouted in panic. Realizing the situation, he leaped into action, his foot slicing through the air like a blade as he aimed a powerful kick at Yang Tian's body.

  *Crack! Crack!* Yang Tian took the hit head-on, but he continued to swing Wang Feng's body. His own bones began to fracture, and blood seeped from his wounds, turning him into a blood-soaked figure. The pain he endured was unimaginable.

  "Bastard! Kill him! Kill him!" Wang Feng's aged face twisted in agony. The excruciating pain from his shattered leg bones overwhelmed him, and his mind began to grow hazy.

  "Old dog, die!" Yang Tian hurled Wang Feng's body into the air and leaped after it. With a single, devastating punch, he shattered Wang Feng's skull, sending blood and brain matter scattering through the air.

  *Thud!* The headless corpse crashed to the ground, lifeless. Blood quickly pooled around it, staining the earth.

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  "The vice hall master is dead..."

  It took a moment for the Star Martial Arts Hall disciples to process what had just happened. They stared in shock at the headless body, their legs trembling uncontrollably. Fifteen disciples had surrounded Yang Tian, yet the vice hall master was dead, and they were unharmed. They couldn't imagine the punishment they would face.

  *Thud!* A whip-like kick sent Wang Feng's body sliding across the ground, leaving a long trail of blood in its wake.

  "Uncle is dead... What do we do? What do we do?..." Wang Xing's eyes were filled with terror as he stared at Wang Feng's corpse. He shook his head frantically before collapsing to the ground.

  "Yang Tian... Yang Tian must die!" Wang Xing suddenly roared. Wang Feng had been the second strongest in the martial hall, on the verge of breaking through to the half-step martial artist realm. With his death, the prestige of the Dragon Star Martial Hall in Kuangyun City would plummet, potentially relegating it to a second-rate institution.

  When Wang Xing looked ahead, however, Yang Tian was nowhere to be seen.

  "Bastard! After him! We must kill him! He must die!" Wang Xing's face twisted in rage, his handsome features now unrecognizable. His eyes darted to the bloodstained path, and with a final roar, he leaped forward in pursuit.

  "What are you waiting for? After him!" The leading disciple snapped out of his daze and shouted, leading the others in pursuit.

  *Thud... Thud...*

  The relentless chase began. Yang Tian weaved through the underbrush, his body on the verge of collapse, but his senses remained sharp. He carefully avoided the territories of fierce beasts as he fled deeper into the forest.

  The Beast Mountain Range stretched for hundreds of miles, an endless sea of green. As dusk approached, the beasts that had rested during the day began to emerge, their roars echoing through the forest.

  In a rocky area littered with potholes, the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly broke the silence. The camera zoomed in to reveal a staggering figure, coughing up blood as he ran.

  Blood dripped from Yang Tian's body, his face pale and lifeless. Dozens of gruesome wounds covered his body, yet beneath his fading vitality, there was an unyielding determination.

  After running for an hour, Yang Tian's life force was dwindling. His internal energy was nearly depleted, and without immediate treatment, he risked permanent damage.

  *Splash!*

  The sound of flowing water reached his ears. Yang Tian's gaze shifted to a small river nearby. After a moment of thought, his eyes lit up.

  There was a trail of blood behind him.

  Wang Xing would undoubtedly follow the blood trail. Yang Tian didn't have time to waste. In his current state, he was no match for Wang Xing in a battle of endurance. He could be caught at any moment.

  A fierce will to survive burned in Yang Tian's eyes. He pushed his body to its limits, forcing out the last remnants of his energy. Blood continued to spill from his wounds as he sprinted forward.

  *Splash!*

  Coughing up blood, Yang Tian leaped into the river and let the current carry him downstream. The world spun around him, and he let out a bitter smile. He had already used up all his healing pills during the chase.

  "Father, Mother, Uncle, Big Brother... Whether I live or die today depends on fate." With his last shred of consciousness, Yang Tian drifted into unconsciousness, carried away by the rushing waters.

  About half an hour later, Wang Xing and his group arrived at the riverbank, their expressions dark. The trail of blood had vanished without a trace.

  Wang Xing rushed to the edge of the river, his eyes fixed on the faint traces of blood still visible on the bank. He rubbed his hands together uneasily, a foreboding feeling creeping over him. He had a premonition that Yang Tian would return.

  "Ah Long, take some men and search along the riverbank. Find him. Remember, I want him alive or dead," Wang Xing ordered, turning to the group behind him.

  "Yes, Young Master," Ah Long, a burly man, clasped his hands in acknowledgment before gesturing for several others to follow him along the river.

  "We must find him." Wang Xing pounded his fist against a tree, his face filled with panic. Wang Feng had been close to his father, and returning to the family without avenging his death would unleash a storm of wrath.