Chapter 32

Yang Yu was instantly chilled to the bone and quickly turned to look behind him.

It was a bald man.

Standing at nearly six feet tall, with a face as sharp as a knife, he wore a loose, large robe and stood with his hands clasped behind him, yet Yang Yu had not sensed his presence at all.

"Who are you?" Yang Yu calmed down, knowing that no matter how afraid he was, there was no way out now.

"Ironhead," the bald man said indifferently.

"It's you?"

Yang Yu thought of the challenge letter he had forgotten, which was supposed to be at ten o'clock tonight. The current time was about right, but the location had changed to the bushes at the entrance of the Tranquil Lake Villa Area.

"I promised Grandpa Jia to do three things for him, and killing you is the last one. I originally wanted to kill you in a martial challenge, but you didn't seem sincere, so I had to come in person." Ironhead spoke as if it were a very ordinary matter, and his arrogant attitude was extremely annoying.

"Damn it!" Yang Yu couldn't help but curse, "Who is Grandpa Jia? What deep grudge do I have with him?"

Ironhead looked at Yang Yu for a long time before finally saying, "It's not Grandpa Jia who wants to kill you; someone hired him to do it. That person is called Wang Wei."

Hearing this name, Yang Yu was so angry he couldn't speak. It was him, no wonder Ironhead could find him here. Now, thinking about it, Yang Yu regretted not slapping that guy to death today.

"Do you have any last words? Once I kill you, I'll be free." Ironhead was already prepared to make his move.

Yang Yu didn't speak but turned his attention to his mind. In his mind, there was another task.

"C-Class Task Issued: Subdue Ironhead. Task Description: Ironhead, a former Shaolin Temple disciple, has the strength of a near-yellow-level martial artist, is rigid and values righteousness, and can join the Hao Tian Sect. Task Reward: One chance to draw, 200 exchange points. Accept?"

A C-Class task, actually a C-Class task. Yang Yu was incredibly shocked. This was the first time he had received a C-Class task from the system, and the reward was quite substantial, with 200 exchange points alone.

But.

How could he possibly complete this task? Ironhead was a near-yellow-level martial artist, while he was just a quasi-martial artist and was also injured. Whether he could leave here alive was uncertain, let alone subdue Ironhead.

"What a joke?" Yang Yu had no hope for this task. However, after much hesitation, he still chose to accept it. Since the task had no time limit, he might as well accept it first.

"Sorry, but you can die now." Ironhead's figure moved.

The terrifying aura, illuminated by the bright moonlight, seemed like a small mountain crushing down on Yang Yu.

"Amazing!" Yang Yu sincerely praised. This aura was far beyond what he could match. "No wonder you're a near-yellow-level martial artist; your speed and strength are both superior to mine."

Running away was impossible. Yang Yu could only fight to the death.

A desperate battle!

"Surging Waves!" Yang Yu used the Luohan Fist. With his mastery of the Luohan Fist, the power of this move was incomparable to before.

The move was unleashed, like a surging wave.

However, he saw a hint of disdain in Ironhead's eyes.

"Iron Palm Shattering Stone!" Ironhead roared and struck Yang Yu's chest with one palm. Yang Yu's two palms, like paper, were easily knocked aside.

"Bang!"

Yang Yu was sent flying, his chest aching severely, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His internal organs felt as if they were being torn apart.

"So strong!" Yang Yu looked at Ironhead in great surprise. There was no true qi, no special techniques, just brute force.

Terrifying, frightening!

Yang Yu couldn't help but take a few steps back. Ironhead had not cultivated internal skills but had reached the level of a near-yellow-level martial artist through external skills alone, which was truly terrifying.

"Still alive?" Ironhead looked at Yang Yu with a slight surprise.

Yang Yu couldn't help but sneer. Did he think one blow could kill him? If it were anyone else, it might have been possible, but Yang Yu had cultivated the Shaolin Heavenly Gang Body Protection Skill. How could he be killed in one move?

"I can only use true qi now." Yang Yu thought to himself. This was his first trump card. If it weren't for the life-or-death situation, he really wouldn't want to use his true qi, which was less than four threads.

As a quasi-martial artist, true qi was extremely precious. Using a little meant losing a little, and it would take a lot of time to cultivate more. It was not worth it, and no quasi-martial artist would be foolish enough to use true qi unless in a crisis.

But Yang Yu had no choice.

"Come on!"

True qi circulated in his hands, and Yang Yu felt a tremendous surge of strength. Even his shoulder, which had been shot through, stopped hurting.

Is this true qi?

Yang Yu had a strange feeling, but Ironhead didn't know this. A look of disdain flashed in his eyes, thinking that Yang Yu was courting his own doom.

"Iron Palm Shattering Stone!"

The same move, but Ironhead unleashed it with full power, or even more than full power. In other words, Ironhead had completely mastered this move and reached the perfect realm.

"Damn, the power increased by three levels." Yang Yu cursed inwardly, realizing that Ironhead had held back during the first attack.

"Heavenly Palm Pushing Clouds!"

The second move of the Luohan Fist, but with the use of true qi, its power was clearly doubled. The two palms collided, and the terrifying rebound force made both of them retreat continuously.

Ironhead was still fine, but Yang Yu spat out another mouthful of blood. At the same time, his injured arm was completely useless, unable to be raised.

It was clearly broken.

"True qi?" Ironhead muttered, looking at Yang Yu with a bit of surprise.

But the most surprised was Yang Yu. After this move, his less than four threads of true qi were reduced to just two threads.

Even so, he couldn't do anything to Ironhead.

The first trump card had completely failed.

Now.

The only thing Yang Yu could think of was the Ten Fragrant Soft Sinew Powder. The Ten Fragrant Soft Sinew Powder he had drawn was divided into three parts. He used one part to deal with Yu Zeming, and now he had two parts left, which was his second trump card.

"So what if you have true qi? You're still too weak!" Ironhead spoke the truth.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ironhead rushed at Yang Yu, aiming a punch at his throat. This guy was definitely planning to kill with one blow.

"Damn it, die!" Yang Yu was furious and instantly threw a packet of powder with his other hand.

The white powder, illuminated by the moonlight, was particularly noticeable. The moment the powder appeared, Ironhead stopped his movement. Then, a stream of air from his nose, like two dragons, dispersed the white powder around his nose.

Then, with a wave of his sleeve, the white powder around him was scattered.

Ironhead completely avoided the Ten Fragrant Soft Sinew Powder, leaving Yang Yu extremely surprised. However, seeing that Ironhead had not fully reacted, he kicked Ironhead's abdomen.

Yang Yu wouldn't miss this opportunity to attack.

Moreover, Yang Yu also used true qi.

Sure enough.

Ironhead had just dispelled the Ten Fragrant Soft Sinew Powder and, upon raising his head, saw Yang Yu's terrifying kick, which made him somewhat startled.

"Shaolin Golden Bell Cover!" Ironhead assumed a horse stance.

"Die!" Yang Yu's kick, infused with true qi, was terrifying. Ironhead's face instantly contorted in pain.

The kick landed, and Ironhead was sent flying three yards away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Yang Yu's move definitely made Ironhead suffer.

But.

Ironhead soon stood up coldly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Yang Yu with a murderous intent. He was really angry now.

One successful move, but Yang Yu wasn't happy; instead, he was somewhat panicked. This move hadn't subdued Ironhead, and he was in grave danger.

Martial skills were no good, and the Ten Fragrant Soft Sinew Powder had been used.

What else did he have?

Only the Super Sect Master System!

His mind entered the Sect Master space. The two D-Class tasks were already completed, and he now had one chance to draw and 140 exchange points.

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