Chapter 97

In the vast expanse of yellow sand, under the pitch-black night sky, this desert deep within the White Prison Star was silent, devoid of any signs of life.

No one knew the reason, but the night sky over the desert was no longer shrouded in leaden clouds. The sky was clear, dotted with countless stars, yet there was no moon. It was said that a hundred years ago, the White Prison Star had four bright moons hanging in the night sky, a magnificent sight.

However, during the catastrophic interstellar war, the four moons orbiting the White Prison Star were reduced to cosmic dust, and the White Prison Star became a hell on earth, overrun by monsters.

In the dead of night, the temperature in this desert was still cold, even colder than in other parts of the planet.

Behind a small sand dune, a faint campfire flickered, dispelling the chill of the night and casting long shadows of the three figures around the fire. The firelight illuminated the undulating sand dunes, and gusts of cold wind swept across, stirring up clouds of sand.

In the distance, about a few thousand meters from the campfire, a small sand mound suddenly rose in the shadows. It then silently darted forward, leaving a shallow trail in the sand, moving at incredible speed. In an instant, it reached a spot not far from the campfire.

Bang!

Yellow sand flew up as a dark figure emerged from the sand. Under the firelight, it was revealed to be a giant python with two heads, its body a uniform earthy yellow, and its skin as hard as rock.

A two-headed sand python!

This was a fourth-level mutant, typically found in deserts and hills. It used the environment to its advantage, silently hunting its prey, moving like the wind, with extremely tough skin.

Emerging from the sand, the two-headed sand python opened its massive jaws, lunging at the two figures by the campfire. The size of its mouth was so large that it could swallow a burly man whole.

"Ah, here it comes again," Sun Yan sighed, putting down the fire stick in his hand.

With a swift movement, Sun Yan turned to face the two large snake heads. The gaping mouths, filled with sharp fangs, glinted in the firelight.

His gaze calm, Sun Yan's shoulders slightly lowered as he took a small step forward. A light shout escaped his throat, and two punches shot upward, colliding with the sharp fangs of the two-headed sand python.

These two punches did not have the consecutive cracking sound of the "Second Segment Crushing Punch" or the roaring explosion of the "Tiger Slaughter Death Strike." They were like two streaks of light in the darkness, vanishing in a flash.

The "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique"!

Thud! Thud!

The punches collided with the two-headed sand python, and the two snake heads let out a series of惨叫声. The massive fangs were crushed into powder, and one of the snake heads burst open, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

The massive body of the two-headed sand python could not withstand the impact of the two punches and was thrown backward, crashing into a small sand dune.

Whoosh!

Sun Yan's feet moved, and he followed the "Hurricane Step," his figure ghostly as he pursued. The small sand dune sank, and the two-headed sand python disappeared without a trace.

"Burrowing through the sand, it's quite fast," Sun Yan said with a slight smile. "But, at a time like this, not thinking about escaping and still trying to hunt, the brain of a low-level mutant really isn't very smart."

Turning around, Sun Yan stood still, quickly scanning the sand. His eyes suddenly lit up, and his right fist swung out.

A loud roar echoed in the air as a fist imprint, tinged with a hint of gold, pierced the sand. A tiger's roar followed, and the sand exploded, a column of yellow sand shooting up. Under the firelight, chunks of blood and flesh were visible, a cruel and beautiful sight.

Clearly, under the perfect-level "Tiger Slaughter Death Strike," the two-headed sand python was killed in one blow.

Sun Yan took a deep breath, standing still, savoring the experience of the battle.

The "Tiger Slaughter Death Strike" had been fully mastered by Sun Yan after he broke through to the third-level warrior. Especially after integrating the Golden Leather Fist Intent, the destructive power of this technique far exceeded that of other techniques.

However, compared to the "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique," the "Tiger Slaughter Death Strike" was incomparable.

A week ago, when Belong said he would use this technique as the price of the deal, Sun Yan initially didn't pay much attention, thinking it was at most a fifth-level technique.

Sun Yan had heard from his close friend Mu Tong that fifth-level techniques were extremely rare in the black market. Advanced techniques, cultivation methods, and gene serums were already very precious.

However, when he started practicing the "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique," Sun Yan was suddenly shocked to find that the difficulty of practicing this technique far exceeded his imagination.

Sun Yan, who had made rapid progress in martial arts, far surpassing most young warriors of his generation, had a significant shortcoming in terms of experience and depth. This was the gap between him and Feng Lingsnow.

In terms of martial arts comprehension, even Feng Lingsnow's extraordinary talent was inferior to Sun Yan's. However, after half a day of practicing the "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique," Sun Yan, with his astonishing martial arts comprehension, could only vaguely grasp the surface, unable to understand the deeper principles of the technique.

From this, Sun Yan almost confirmed that the "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique" was not ordinary, being profound and possibly a sixth-level advanced technique, or even higher.

Techniques and cultivation methods above the sixth level had been passed down for thousands of years, refined by countless martial arts predecessors, and their power was unimaginable.

Techniques and cultivation methods from the seventh level onward were called Great Martial Arts, each one being invaluable. Ordinary warriors might not obtain a Great Martial Art in their entire lives.

The essence of the "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique" lay in the application of speed and hardness, emphasizing that the punches should be as swift as floating light, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The more Sun Yan practiced this technique, the more he felt its profound depth. Among the techniques he had encountered, perhaps only the "Dragon Subduing Pile" could compare.

Regarding the "Dragon Subduing Pile," Sun Yan speculated that he could reach the perfect level within a month purely because of the transmission of martial arts knowledge. The benefits of this transmission were unimaginable compared to oral instruction.

Recalling the battle, Sun Yan thought to himself, "After a week of practice, the 'Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique' is still only at the initial stage. This technique is profound and deep. I wonder when I will truly master it."

Not far away, Belong, chin in hand, watched Sun Yan, who was deep in thought, and called out, "Hey, Sun Yan, what are you still standing there for? If you don't come over, Amai will eat all the meat."

Beside him, the little rabbit was holding a piece of roasted meat, burying its head and gnawing away. Hearing this, it looked up, turned its head, and opened its rabbit lips, revealing two rabbit teeth, as if smiling.

"Damn, this little guy can really eat," Sun Yan hurriedly rushed over, snatching the last piece of roasted meat from the rack, and shouted, "As a cute rabbit, you should be a thorough vegetarian. How can you compete with others for meat?"

Watching the scene of the human and the rabbit fighting over food, a faint smile crossed Belong's face. He fell silent for a moment and then said, "You have the nerve to compete with Amai for food, always boasting about being a martial arts genius, able to quickly master any technique or cultivation method. But after a week, your 'Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique' is still not even at the initial stage. Sigh, how embarrassing!"

Damn, can't this guy show a little respect? Will he die if he doesn't insult someone every minute?

Sun Yan was speechless and extremely frustrated. According to Belong, all warriors who practiced the "Floating Light Earth-Shaking Technique" could achieve it in three days and reach the perfect level in three months. Only Sun Yan couldn't grasp the initial stage after a week.

For Belong's remarks, Sun Yan could only swallow his frustration. After all, the technique was taught by Belong, and Sun Yan knew nothing about it. He couldn't argue, could he?

By the campfire, Belong poked the flames with a fire stick and continued his taunting, "A true martial arts genius should be at least a peak third-level warrior by the age of 16. Look at your current progress; you've just broken through to the third-level warrior. Sigh, young man, sometimes you should be a bit more humble and not so proud and self-satisfied."

With a smile, Belong added, "Sun Yan, if you could be a bit more humble and polite, I might consider you a friend."

After such a taunt, Sun Yan found even the delicious meat tasteless. He glared at Belong and said, "Who wants to be friends with you, but if you could show a bit of respect, I might consider you a brother."

Hearing this, Belong's eyes flickered, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face. He said meaningfully, "Brother? I'm sorry, but we will never be brothers."

"Can't you stop being so full of yourself?" Sun Yan shook his head helplessly.

After a week of interacting with Belong, Sun Yan had completely changed his view of the blond youth. Although his mouth was venomous, his knowledge and depth were even more impressive than Feng Lingsnow's. Moreover, he was a man of his word, and his every move exuded a natural nobility, making him truly admirable.

Sun Yan couldn't help but wonder what kind of family could raise such an outstanding youth.

Thinking about Belong's purpose for this trip, Sun Yan finally couldn't hold back and said, "What is it that makes you take such a risk to come here? Belong, you need to understand that if you lose your life, everything else is meaningless."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Belong's face disappeared, and the atmosphere between them became heavy. Only the occasional crackling of the campfire could be heard, clear and distinct.

After a long pause, Belong slowly said, "I came to the White Prison Star to find an important heirloom of my ancestors. If I miss this opportunity, I may never have another chance."

Sun Yan was taken aback. His expression turned serious, and he nodded silently, saying nothing. He knew that for families and clans with a thousand-year history, the heirlooms of their ancestors were often more important than their own lives.

After a moment of silence, Belong sighed and said, "Sun Yan, I take back what I said earlier. Your talent is truly rare, and perhaps within ten years, your achievements in the Southwind Domain could rival those of Starwing Lin Binglan. You have a bright future ahead of you and don't need to take risks with me."

"Really? Finally, you can face your own heart and say something fair," Sun Yan's eyes lit up, and he said, "Come on, tell me, how powerful are those Four Great Suns?"

Hearing this, Belong felt a wave of helplessness. Did this guy even listen to what he said?

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