Chapter 83 - 81: Pursuit in the Snowstorm
Chapter 83: Chapter 81: Pursuit in the Snowstorm
A Martial Artist’s physique was formidable, so their memory was naturally just as good.
Wang Yuangang and Fang Yue had only met a few times.
They couldn’t even be considered acquaintances, but now, just by hearing the voice outside, he knew who had arrived.
Fang Yue!
Zhang Boyang’s most prized martial nephew, Fang Yue.
It could be said that his current predicament was largely Zhang Boyang’s fault.
If Zhang Boyang hadn’t used some underhanded scheme to steal his assignment, how could his nephew, Wang Teng, have leaked the secret?
How could things have escalated to this point?
It was safe to say that Zhang Boyang was on his kill list.
He couldn’t get to Zhang Boyang right now, but taking out his martial nephew would be a fine substitute.
’I hear the kid passed the Martial Examination and became a Martial Scholar a while ago. He’s also Zhang Boyang’s chosen son-in-law. If he dies here, I bet Zhang Boyang will be heartbroken.’
"Of course it’s convenient! Out here, helping others is helping yourself. Come on in, young man. Have some hot soup to warm yourself up."
Wang Yuangang lowered his voice, making it sound different from usual.
He was afraid Fang Yue would recognize him and not dare to enter.
If the boy didn’t come in, he would have to chase after him.
If the kid refused to fight and just ran, it would be a huge waste of time.
He also wasn’t comfortable leaving Wang Teng alone in the ruined temple.
At that moment, Wang Yuangang held his breath and focused his senses. The blood in his body instantly began to surge, his muscles and bones moved in unison, and his entire being resembled a vicious tiger about to pounce on its prey.
"Thank you, sir."
Fang Yue replied and started walking toward the ruined temple.
However, just as he was about twenty or thirty feet from the temple entrance, he caught sight of someone lying by the campfire inside.
Just then, the person seemed to roll over in pain, and a familiar face appeared in his line of sight.
Wang Teng!
The person lying there was Wang Teng!
’Then who was it that just spoke?’
Fang Yue’s gaze swept the area, but he didn’t see the person who had spoken.
He immediately stopped in his tracks.
At the same time, a sense of alarm rose in his heart.
’That voice just now... it sounded a bit like Wang Teng’s uncle, Wang Yuangang, didn’t it?’
’Could that man be Wang Yuangang?!’
BANG!
"Die!"
But Wang Yuangang clearly wasn’t going to give Fang Yue any time to think.
The moment he saw Fang Yue halt, he attacked, striking out fiercely.
Although Wang Yuangang was injured, he could still unleash the power of a Marrow Transformation expert. He was now attacking without holding anything back.
Like a ferocious tiger, his fist had yet to arrive, but the biting wind from his punch had already whipped the snow into a frenzy, blasting toward Fang Yue.
This punch left no room for error; it was a killing move from the White Tiger Fist.
"Kill!"
Without a second thought, Fang Yue punched out with equal ferocity, using the same Fist Technique and the same move.
Facing his opponent’s attack, he, too, was an expert in the White Tiger Fist and knew he couldn’t dodge or evade at a time like this.
Otherwise, he would be caught in his opponent’s relentless assault.
Wang Yuangang was, after all, a veteran expert from the White Tiger Boxing Hall. It was said he had already begun Marrow Transformation in recent years.
He didn’t know the exact level of his cultivation.
But he himself had only just begun Bone Forging. Even if his strength was immense, surpassing that of an ordinary Bone Forging Martial Artist...
...he had no confidence at all facing a Marrow Transformer Martial Artist like Wang Yuangang.
"Hmph. You dare to fight back? That will only make you die faster!"
Upon seeing that Fang Yue didn’t dodge but instead countered fiercely with the same Fist Technique, a flicker of admiration flashed through Wang Yuangang’s eyes, quickly replaced by endless coldness.
’This boy’s combat Talent is outstanding. Faced with my attack, he didn’t panic and dodge; instead, he immediately found the correct response.’
’All the more reason not to let him live.’
’I must kill him here and now.’
Immediately, Wang Yuangang increased the power in his fist by another thirty percent, unleashing it completely.
BAM!
The two fists collided like a pair of galloping carriages smashing into each other.
The dull, explosive sound made one’s ears ring.
The next moment, Fang Yue’s body was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing through and collapsing a ruined wall seventy or eighty feet away.
"Hm? Why is he so weak?"
Wang Yuangang frowned. ’Anyone who can become a Martial Scholar is either on the verge of Great Success in Bone Forging or possesses exceptional Talent.’
’Although I’m at the Marrow Transformation stage, I haven’t even unleashed my Qi Blood Power yet. I’m just relying on the superior physical strength that comes with Marrow Transformation to attack him.’
’If that had been a solid hit, it should have only been enough to break his hand.’
"No, that’s not right. The kid played a trick!"
But Wang Yuangang immediately realized what had happened.
He stomped his foot and charged toward the spot where Fang Yue had been thrown.
He reacted quickly, but Fang Yue, who had planned this all along, was even faster.
Just as Wang Yuangang lifted his foot,
Fang Yue was already back on his feet and sprinting due east.
His speed was that of a galloping horse!
"You dare trick me, kid? I’ll kill you today for sure!"
Seeing this, how could Wang Yuangang not understand? Fang Yue had just used the force of the blow to escape; he had never intended to fight him head-on.
Tricked like this by a junior, the already furious Wang Yuangang was in no mood to let Fang Yue go.
He completely forgot that Wang Teng was injured, needed care, and couldn’t be left alone in the temple for long.
He immediately took off in pursuit.
「A quarter of an hour later.」
Wang Yuangang had been running at full speed for over six miles.
But Fang Yue was still about three to four hundred feet ahead of him.