Chapter 10

Bang!

The clash of fists and feet produced a resounding sound. Ma Yuanwu's figure swayed slightly, only retreating half a step, while Ye Zhen's body trembled continuously, and he had to take three steps back to steady himself.

The difference, the disparity in strength and cultivation, became apparent as soon as they engaged.

Seeing Ye Zhen only retreat three steps, Ma Yuanwu was momentarily stunned, his eyes filled with surprise.

The Ye Zhen of the past couldn't even withstand a single finger from him, but now he had the ability to almost match him.

Surprised, Ma Yuanwu sneered, "Ye Zhen, you're no match for me. Hand over the silver ticket obediently to avoid suffering."

While speaking, Ma Yuanwu's hands didn't slow down. With a roar like a tiger, he pounced on Ye Zhen again.

Ye Zhen coldly snorted and answered Ma Yuanwu with action. The wind of his punch rose, and he fiercely charged forward.

Last time, Ma Yuanwu, in front of Ye Zhen, completely ruined the clothes and cured meat that Ye Zhen's mother, Mi Jiangxue, had made by hand. That anger still choked Ye Zhen's heart.

Now that Ye Zhen had the strength to fight Ma Yuanwu, if he were still intimidated by Ma Yuanwu, he would be unworthy of being a man.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of fists and feet clashing continued, and the fierce wind of the punches forced the many servant disciples watching to keep retreating.

The only fist technique that servant disciples could practice was the Bear King Mountain-Bearing Fist.

Whether it was Ye Zhen or Ma Yuanwu, as soon as they threw a punch, they immediately knew the other's next move. Although Ye Zhen's Bear King Mountain-Bearing Fist was more refined, the key to determining the winner now depended more on cultivation.

Ma Yuanwu's punches were accompanied by a coagulation of blood qi, like snakes emerging from their dens, each time greatly increasing the power of his punches. After a few punches, he forced Ye Zhen to retreat step by step, making Ye Zhen's expression increasingly solemn and anxious.

As their fists and feet clashed, the shock in Ma Yuanwu's eyes grew stronger.

He knew all too well what kind of person Ye Zhen used to be, a waste who couldn't even last half a move against him.

But now, Ye Zhen could fight him on equal terms, though at a disadvantage, he could勉强 cope with him. If left to grow, wouldn't that mean...

"This time, I absolutely cannot let this guy off easily!" Ma Yuanwu made up his mind, and his punches became even more aggressive!

Ye Zhen knew very well that if this continued, he would surely lose.

Ma Yuanwu was ruthless. If he lost, to establish his authority on Hundred Pine Peak, Ye Zhen's fate would be even worse than Wu Jian's.

Ma Yuanwu was a bit stronger than Ye Zhen had imagined.

As Ye Zhen was forced into a corner by Ma Yuanwu, a move called "Old Bear Slaps the Tree" aimed at Ye Zhen's chest and abdomen.

Ye Zhen's arms were already numb from the shock and had no place to retreat. After barely withstanding one blow, his arms hadn't recovered. If he took another hit, he would surely lose.

In a moment of desperation, Ye Zhen crossed his palms, disregarding the vital points on his chest and abdomen, and aimed at Ma Yuanwu's throat.

If this move hit, Ma Yuanwu would either die or be severely injured.

Ma Yuanwu was greatly startled by Ye Zhen's desperate fighting style, quickly stepping back and withdrawing his punch, awkwardly dodging.

Was he so foolish as to fight to the death with Ye Zhen?

If he got injured at this critical moment, that would be truly foolish.

Seeing Ma Yuanwu dodge awkwardly, Ye Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up.

Right, fight to the death!

The ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don't care about their lives.

Ma Yuanwu, as the top candidate for Hundred Pine Peak, was about to challenge the Fish Dragon Path in three days, hoping to become an outer sect disciple. With Ma Yuanwu's peak third-level Blood Cultivation, he had a good chance of succeeding.

Therefore, before challenging the Fish Dragon Path, Ma Yuanwu absolutely did not want to get injured, let alone fight to the death with Ye Zhen.

Realizing this, Ye Zhen's cautious fighting style suddenly changed. He charged at Ma Yuanwu like a madman.

If you attack my head, I won't dodge; I'll break your leg with all my strength.

If you cut my throat, I'll stab your eyes.

If you break my leg, I'll make you spit blood.

In short, Ye Zhen was ready to fight to the death, willing to suffer severe injuries to give Ma Yuanwu a hard blow.

This exchange of injuries instantly made Ma Yuanwu flustered.

Ye Zhen's strength was not to be underestimated. With a force of four thousand pounds, if it landed, it could definitely break Ma Yuanwu's bones and make him spit blood.

This was a situation Ma Yuanwu desperately wanted to avoid.

For a moment, the advantage shifted, and Ye Zhen started chasing Ma Yuanwu.

Ma Yuanwu was so angry he wanted to spit blood, but he couldn't muster the courage to fight to the death with Ye Zhen.

In his view, sacrificing the opportunity to become an outer sect disciple to teach Ye Zhen a lesson was not worth it.

Slap!

Unaware, Ma Yuanwu's defense was a bit slow, and he was kicked back four or five steps by Ye Zhen.

"Hmph, I won't fight anymore. You're cheating!" Taking advantage of this moment, Ma Yuanwu, who was so angry he wanted to spit blood, jumped out of the fight. Ma Yuanwu wasn't stupid; he realized that Ye Zhen had found his weakness.

If this continued, he might become hesitant and really be defeated by Ye Zhen.

Standing with his fists clenched, Ye Zhen suddenly had an epiphany!

Previously, when he faced Ma Yuanwu, knowing how formidable he was, he was extremely cautious, but was still pressed by Ma Yuanwu. When he fought with all his might, Ma Yuanwu was the one being pressed.

The outcome of a fight didn't solely depend on strength; it seemed to also be related to 'courage.'

Ye Zhen vaguely felt that this fight had taught him something, but he couldn't quite articulate it.

"Unsatisfied? Then let's go again?" Ye Zhen beckoned, making Ma Yuanwu so angry he wanted to go mad!

"Win and bully people, lose and say I'm cheating. Ma Yuanwu, is this your skill?" Ye Zhen stood proudly, the anger in his chest easing somewhat.

However, this anger would eventually be avenged.

"Win? Good!" Shafei, who had come to his senses, cheered for Ye Zhen.

As long as Ye Zhen could stand up to Ma Yuanwu, he wouldn't have to suffer at the hands of Ma Yuanwu and his gang anymore.

The other servant disciples, now awakened, looked at Ye Zhen with surprise and joy, their view of him completely changed.

Ma Yuanwu, who had been defeated, was so frustrated he wanted to spit blood, but he couldn't vent his anger. The feeling was making him go mad.

"Go, carry Wu Jian back to his room!"

Ma Yuanwu roared, but few of the servant disciples moved, making him even angrier. Normally, if he said to wash his feet, many would rush to bring him water, but today, no one listened to him.

"Ye Zhen, wait. In three days, after I successfully challenge the Fish Dragon Path and become an outer sect disciple, I'll make you pay, even if it means facing the wall!"

Under a barrage of insults and threats, Ma Yuanwu drove a few servant disciples to carry Wu Jian back.

Once Ma Yuanwu left, the remaining servant disciples immediately became much friendlier.

They started calling him "Senior Brother Ye," and those who had bullied Ye Zhen before were eager to show their loyalty, claiming they were under Ma Yuanwu and Wu Jian's orders.

Ye Zhen casually responded and shook his head, entering his room. These people were not beneficial friends.

This fierce battle with Ma Yuanwu, filled with peril, had taught him a lot. Ye Zhen needed to quietly reflect on it.

The eastern houses of Hundred Pine Peak were the best accommodations, with the best lighting and ventilation and the quietest environment. They were also where Ma Yuanwu and Wu Jian lived.

"Senior Brother, I saw you were about to win, but how did you get forced back by that waste of space?" A servant disciple asked, puzzled, in Wu Jian's room.

Mentioning this, Ma Yuanwu's face twisted, "That kid is too cunning. He calculated that I have to challenge the Fish Dragon Path in three days, so he played a game of trading injuries and fighting to the death. Otherwise, hmpf!"

Ma Yuanwu's fist slammed heavily onto the wooden table, shattering it into pieces with a loud bang.

"Senior Brother, how can you let that waste of space make you look so bad and just let him off easily?"

"Senior Brother, you must avenge me! If you don't deal with Ye Zhen, that waste of space will step on your head and defecate on it," Wu Jian, lying in bed, complained.

"Hmpf, he dares!" Ma Yuanwu roared.

"Wait three days. In three days, after I challenge the Fish Dragon Path and become an outer sect disciple, I'll finish him off," Ma Yuanwu said angrily.

"Senior Brother, that waste of space, Ye Zhen, has always been a waste. I remember a month ago, his cultivation hadn't even reached the peak of the first level of Blood Cultivation. How did he break through to the peak of the second level in less than a month, and his combat strength is almost on par with you?" A servant disciple asked, puzzled.

"Right!" Wu Jian also looked aggrieved, "More than twenty days ago, when he came back from visiting his family, I tried to take his bag, and he didn't even dare to make a sound. But now..."

"Visit his family?" Ma Yuanwu's mind suddenly clicked.

"Yes, it must have been that visit. His family must have brought him good things," Ma Yuanwu said, enlightened.

"Large amounts of silver or pills, at the very least, Blood Essence Pills, or even better, Essence and Qi Nourishing Pills!"

Wu Jian suddenly shouted, "Yes, it must be! Senior Brother, that waste of space is too cunning. When he came back from visiting his family, he must have hidden the good things his family gave him and secretly used them over these days, which is why his cultivation has improved so rapidly!"

Hearing Wu Jian, Ma Yuanwu's expression also turned fierce, "No wonder. When we searched his bag, we only found some old clothes and rotten meat. He must have hidden the good things long ago. That bastard, how despicable!"

Ma Yuanwu angrily slashed with his palm, the air whistling like a whip.

Wu Jian, lying in bed, his eyes darting, suddenly said, "Senior Brother, Ye Zhen must still have some good things left. Otherwise, how could he have the confidence to stand up to you, even though his cultivation is still lower than yours?"

"So what?" Ma Yuanwu said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother, your cultivation has been stuck at the peak of the third level of Blood Cultivation for a long time. If you could get the pills Ye Zhen used for cultivation, you might break through to the fourth level and become an outer sect disciple," Wu Jian said in a sinister tone.

Ma Yuanwu's expression suddenly changed.

"Besides, Senior Brother, although you have a high chance of succeeding in the Fish Dragon Path this year, you don't have a hundred percent certainty, right?" Wu Jian quietly added fuel to the fire.

Ma Yuanwu's expression suddenly turned fierce, "You're right. What should we do?"

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