Chapter 30

"Unaware of the danger!"

Yang Ji's reaction was met with a sinister sneer from the White Bone Envoy. Over the years, he had seen many young and inexperienced individuals who underestimated the danger they faced.

"Crack!"

The White Bone Envoy's body trembled, producing a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds. His aura then changed, emitting a seasoned and bloodthirsty vibe.

He had always dug up corpses in a secretive manner, but once he was prepared to kill, his true nature was revealed.

The "Evil Sect" was not composed of benevolent individuals. To complete their missions, they could easily change their aura and disguise themselves as merchants, beggars, rich businessmen, or young masters. However, once their mission was exposed and they were recognized, they had to be prepared to kill to cover their tracks and clean up the mess.

This applied to the White Bone Envoy, the Preacher Envoy, and the Harmony Envoy alike.

Since he had been recognized, he had no choice but to kill this young man.

"Boy!"

The White Bone Envoy took a few steps forward with a sinister sneer.

"Although I usually don't like to use this method, meeting you is a matter of fate. I only have one thing to say to you: I will borrow your bones!"

His gaze was condescending, revealing a strong sense of confidence, as if he was not at all afraid that Yang Ji would turn and run.

Yang Guang's pupils constricted, and his eyes gradually showed a serious expression.

This was the first time he was involved in a conflict outside his clan, facing an opponent of this caliber. The seasoned and ruthless aura of such an opponent was far beyond what Yang Xu, who had grown up in a sheltered environment and had never seen blood, could compare to.

"His breathing is long and steady, indicating a realm of at least ten stages of the Breath Technique!"

Thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind as he quickly analyzed the opponent's strength.

"A very strong bloodthirsty aura, he has seen blood and killed more than one person."

The opponent's strength was comparable to the most skilled disciples of the Yang Clan who had reached the tenth stage of the Breath Technique. However, the intense bloodthirsty and ruthless aura far exceeded that of the clan's disciples by tenfold.

Clan disciples engaged in sparring matches that stopped short of taking lives. But these people were different; fighting them meant either death or serious injury, with no mercy.

Ordinary people would be intimidated by them even before the fight began, their spirits crumbling before they could even engage.

If Yang Ji had not been ambushed by Zhou Kuang and others, and had not seen blood and taken lives, he might not have had the resolve to fight such a person.

"I will eventually leave the clan, and the people I encounter in the future will likely be even more ruthless and formidable. It's best to use these people as whetstones. Only through the trials of life and death can one truly understand the path of martial arts."

Thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he steeled his resolve.

The path of "officialdom" is filled with thorns, and only the strong can survive. Whether to avenge his father or to stand up for his mother, Yang Ji had to force himself to "grow."

The person in front of him was the perfect target.

"Boom!"

A sudden gust of wind rose, and the air currents surged. In that instant, the White Bone Envoy suddenly attacked, his fist reaching Yang Ji in the blink of an eye, moving at an incredible speed.

"Whoosh!"

The White Bone Envoy's reaction was quick, but Yang Ji's was even quicker. He had been diligently practicing the "White Snake Lurking in the Grass," reaching the level of "Flying on the Grass." Dodging the attack had become an instinct.

Before the White Bone Envoy could react, Yang Ji had already moved to a spot over ten feet away.

"Hmm?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the White Bone Envoy's eyes. He had assumed that this punch would seriously injure Yang Ji and end the fight, but he had missed.

"This boy... is interesting."

A strange light flickered in the White Bone Envoy's eyes.

The largest force in the area was the "Yang Clan." The White Bone Envoy was almost certain that Yang Ji's martial arts came from the Yang Clan.

The influence of the Heavenly Yin Sect extended to the border regions, and a small clan like the Yang Clan in Pingchuan County was not a concern for him. However, he had to admit that this clan disciple had given him some unexpected surprises.

"However, he still has to die!"

The White Bone Envoy put away his contempt, slid his feet, and lunged forward with a move called "Old Bear Pushing a Tree."

"Roar!"

The air exploded, and a fierce wind blew. The air currents around the White Bone Envoy gathered, creating a powerful bear-like roar. At first glance, the air currents around him formed the shape of a giant bear.

If this strike hit, it would be either death or serious injury.

"What a powerful force!"

Yang Ji felt a chill. This was clearly a sign that the opponent had mastered the essence of the technique. In terms of skill, this evil sect follower was likely far more formidable than Yang Xu.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Ji crouched to the ground, his body stretching and his limbs exerting force, like a nimble snake easily springing away.

"Good skills!"

Although he had the intention to kill Yang Ji, the White Bone Envoy could not help but admire the "form and spirit" of Yang Ji's movements.

If it were a matter of understanding martial techniques, this young man was likely far more skilled than he was.

"Boy, you can't escape!"

The White Bone Envoy extended his arms and leaped like a giant ape, chasing after Yang Ji. At the tenth stage of the Breath Technique, his bones were extremely hard, his movements quick like a fox, and his leaping ability like that of an ape. In terms of speed, he was much faster than Yang Ji without using the "Flying on the Grass" technique.

Yang Ji did not engage in combat but dodged, moving to the left side of the White Bone Envoy. As he dodged, he secretly observed the White Bone Envoy's martial arts.

"Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will never be defeated." Although Yang Ji had decided to use this person to hone his martial arts, he was not rash.

This person was clearly not from "Pingchuan County." In terms of vision, experience, and reaction, he was far beyond what a clan disciple born and raised in such a small place could compare to.

Rashly engaging in combat would only lead to certain death.

"Old Bear Colliding with a Rock!"

"Old Bear Slapping a Tree!"

"Old Bear Hammering the Ground!"

...

The White Bone Envoy did not rush, using one technique after another, causing the air currents within a five-step radius to surge and the wind to howl.

Although he noticed that Yang Ji was observing his martial arts, he did not believe that a clan disciple from a border region could see through his techniques and counter them.

There were countless martial artists in the world, and among them, there might be some young geniuses who could spot the flaws in his techniques. However, the idea that someone could apply this knowledge and find a way to counter him in a single battle was impossible.

Even in the entire world, such geniuses would be as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

The White Bone Envoy's attacks grew more and more fierce, like a storm, targeting Yang Ji's head, heart, abdomen, crotch, and ribs.

Although Yang Ji's "White Snake Lurking in the Grass" had reached the "Flying on the Grass" level, the White Bone Envoy's realm was higher, and his techniques were unfamiliar to Yang Ji. Therefore, he faced several dangerous situations.

However, Yang Ji's adaptability was strong, and while the "White Snake Martial Arts" might not be the most powerful, the "White Snake Lurking in the Grass" technique was far more flexible than other Breath Technique martial arts.

After the initial dangerous situations, Yang Ji quickly adapted and began to handle the situation more easily. However, to draw out all of the White Bone Envoy's techniques, he did not pull away too far.

"This bear-shaped martial art is grand and expansive, and in terms of quality, it surpasses the White Snake Martial Arts. Once it hits, it will either kill or seriously injure. It is not advisable to face him head-on."

Yang Ji continuously observed the White Bone Envoy's techniques and gradually grasped some of the patterns.

Having learned the "White Snake Martial Arts" through observation, Yang Ji was now adept at analyzing and breaking down opponents' techniques during combat.

"The bear-shaped techniques mimic the daily behaviors of bears, combined with the essence of martial arts. In terms of techniques, they are not very complex."

"The power of these techniques comes from the hips and waist, concentrating the strength of the entire upper body. Therefore, they are extremely powerful."

"However, the bear-shaped techniques are powerful but lack flexibility, far inferior to the White Snake Martial Arts. As long as I use the White Snake Martial Arts to engage him, the risks will be minimal."

...

Thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and his responses changed. The agility and liveliness of the White Snake Martial Arts were almost fully utilized, and from a distance, it looked like a nimble snake and a giant bear were continuously engaged in combat.

Although the giant bear was powerful, it could not subdue the nimble snake.

"Hmm? His right side!"

Yang Ji's mind stirred as he noticed that the White Bone Envoy's left side would inevitably reveal a weakness every so often.

"This is due to an old injury affecting the coordination of his left and right sides. From his movements and breathing, it is clear that his left lung has been injured before!"

The evil sect's influence was complex, and their actions were often extreme, leading to conflicts with other forces. Clashes and battles were inevitable.

The "evil sect follower" in front of him had clearly been injured in such a conflict.

"The opportunity is fleeting, but with my current strength, I should be able to seize this weakness."

Yang Ji weighed the strengths of both sides and quickly made up his mind.

After some time, Yang Ji reviewed the techniques he had memorized, feeling that he had grasped the essence of the bear-shaped martial arts.

"Almost there!"

Yang Ji's eyebrows arched, and a bright light flashed in his eyes. Just as the White Bone Envoy's frustration grew and he used "Old Bear Pushing a Tree" again, Yang Ji made his move.

"White Snake Lurking in the Grass!"

Yang Ji leaped forward, not retreating but advancing, leaving a trail in the air. In a flash, he cut into the White Bone Envoy's waist and ribs, striking his left side with a palm.

"White Snake Spitting!"

Yang Ji's move was a simple and ordinary "White Snake Spitting," which, in terms of quality, was far inferior to the White Bone Envoy's bear-shaped techniques. However, the timing and angle of the attack were perfect, almost flawlessly countering the "Old Bear Pushing a Tree," as if it were specifically designed to counter the White Bone Envoy's techniques.

"Boom!"

The moment Yang Ji's right palm struck, the White Bone Envoy's face clearly showed a look of shock.