Chapter 10

"Still want to run? Prepare to die!"

The black-clad figure behind him suddenly kicked off the horse's back, dismounting and somersaulting through the air before landing in front of Zheng Shiyi, swinging a punch that produced a powerful sonic boom, startling the "Wind Chaser" into rearing up.

Zheng Shiyi tightened the reins, steadying the "Wind Chaser," and then leaped off to one side.

The black-clad figure chuckled, "Not bad, you managed to stay on your feet and didn't fall."

"Who is he?" Zheng Shiyi's spirit was shaken.

This voice was so familiar, but he couldn't immediately recall where he had heard it before.

The black-clad figure raised his hand and slowly removed the black cloth covering his face, saying, "You must be very curious about who I am, right? Since you're no match for me, I'll fulfill your last wish before you die..."

"Zheng Yang!" Zheng Shiyi looked at the young man with a scar on his face, feeling as if a knife had stabbed his heart. No wonder the voice sounded familiar; it was as if he had seen him somewhere before. It turned out to be the orphan his father had adopted!

This Zheng Yang was once a nearly starving orphan, adopted by his father... He was his childhood playmate. As a genius of the Zheng family, he would regularly receive spiritual medicines from the family, and usually gave half of them to Zheng Yang to help him cultivate.

With the help of the spiritual medicines, Zheng Yang's cultivation advanced rapidly.

Two years ago, Zheng Yang suddenly left the Zheng family.

Zheng Shiyi never imagined that when they met again, it would be under such circumstances.

Zheng Yang grinned, "Surprised, aren't you?"

"Why are you doing this?" Zheng Shiyi asked coldly.

"Why? Every time I see you, I hate you! Why should you get the family's love? Why am I an orphan?"

Zheng Yang's eyes were filled with nearly疯狂的愤怒: "I hate your hypocrisy! Giving me some scraps for cultivation! And saying you'll share equally! Do you think I believe that? Now I have a new master! My cultivation has reached the Eighth Qi Wheel Realm!"

Zheng Shiyi stared at Zheng Yang, feeling a deep pain. His past kindness had been repaid with such enmity!

"You know everything now, go to hell!"

Zheng Yang's tone changed abruptly, and he stomped his foot, causing the ground to sink by several centimeters. He charged at Zheng Shiyi like a boulder rolling down a hill.

"Maintaining the center of gravity at the same height while moving at high speed is only possible at the Eighth Qi Wheel Realm. I didn't expect him to be at the Eighth Qi Wheel Realm!"

Zheng Shiyi had always thought Zheng Yang was only at the Qi Wheel Realm. With his Thunder Fist, he believed he could still fight, even if it was a tough battle.

But he never expected Zheng Yang to be at the Eighth Qi Wheel Realm!

In that moment, Zheng Yang's powerful punch was already heading towards his face.

The whistling wind from the punch made his cheeks twitch.

"Thunder Fist!"

Zheng Shiyi's arms trembled, and with a momentum no less than Zheng Yang's, he swung a punch to meet him.

The two fists collided, producing a series of dull thuds. Zheng Shiyi was immediately thrown back.

The Seventh Thunder Roar gave him the strength to match a Seventh Qi Wheel Realm cultivator, but against an Eighth Qi Wheel Realm, it was still weak.

Pain! Just one hit! Zheng Shiyi felt as if his arm was broken. He was panting, the pain spreading from his arm to half his body, making him stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"Thump, thump!"

At this moment, his soul seeds suddenly started to beat.

Their rhythm was completely different from when he used the Thunder Fist. They were beating abnormally fast.

As they beat, the severed meridians slowly regained sensation, and the intense pain in his body rapidly subsided.

His damaged organs were also visibly healing.

Zheng Shiyi was amazed by the changes in his body. These soul seeds... could actually heal injuries? Alleviate fatigue? This is my martial soul ability? Recovery?

Great! That hit just now must have injured Zheng Yang as well! He's just suppressing it! If I keep fighting, using my injuries to trade for his, with the healing ability of the soul seeds, he will be the first to give in.

"The Seventh Thunder Roar is indeed extraordinary, no wonder he could defeat Zheng Ping." Zheng Yang flexed his fingers, surprised that his punch could injure him! This was unexpected!

Looking at the panting, pale-faced Zheng Shiyi, he knew that Zheng Shiyi was at the end of his strength. One more hit, and Zheng Shiyi would surely die.

"Again!" Zheng Yang took a step forward, raised his arm like a pillar, and launched a direct punch at Zheng Shiyi!

Determined to kill Zheng Shiyi, he didn't hold back even though Zheng Shiyi was injured. This punch was even more powerful than the previous one!

His fist, carrying a powerful wind, appeared before Zheng Shiyi again.

"Thunder Fist!"

In just a few breaths, the soul seeds had already restored Zheng Shiyi. He swung his fist with even greater explosive power than before.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

His arm trembled, producing eight roars! The Eighth Thunder Roar!

"What? Eight roars!"

Zheng Yang's eyes widened even more than a bull's!

The Thunder Fist becomes harder to master with each roar. Each release consumes a lot of energy. His previous punch had clearly caused him significant damage.

He couldn't even produce the Seventh Thunder Roar, let alone the Third!

But what he never expected was that Zheng Shiyi could produce the Eighth Thunder Roar, which was even more powerful than the Seventh!

"I must kill him!"

Zheng Yang ignored the physical damage from the Eighth Thunder Roar, suppressing his internal injuries, and swung his arm in a gun-like punch at Zheng Shiyi.

Thunder Strike! Zheng Shiyi used his soul seeds to quickly heal his injuries and raised his arm to slash at Zheng Yang's gun-like punch.

"Spit!"

A mouthful of blood spewed from Zheng Shiyi's mouth, and he felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter.

But this feeling only lasted a moment. The "thump, thump" of the soul seeds quickly began to repair his injured body.

"Spit!"

Zheng Yang was forced back several steps. When he stopped, a mouthful of blood also spewed from his mouth, and his eyes filled with hatred.

That hit! Zheng Yang could no longer suppress his internal injuries. If he continued to fight, his foundation would be shaken, and his future cultivation would be hindered! Most importantly, he no longer had the strength to continue fighting. His injuries were much worse than they looked.

"Why can that waste of a person cultivate such a high-level martial technique like the Thunder Strike?" He quickly took a Condensing Qi Pill and began to meditate, "While I can only cultivate some basic Zheng family martial techniques! I hate it! If I could cultivate the Thunder Strike, I would have killed him long ago!"

"Damn waste, wasting one of my Condensing Qi Pills!" Zheng Yang cursed in his heart. The Condensing Qi Pill could help cultivators quickly gather spiritual energy to heal their bodies, making it very expensive.

He had only obtained this pill after doing so much for Zheng Xuan.

He had planned to use it only if something unexpected happened on his future martial path, but Zheng Shiyi's displayed strength forced him to take the pill early.

As he meditated, his eyes narrowed, and a cold smile appeared on his lips: "Waste, you made me waste a Condensing Qi Pill! You must be almost dead, right? I only need a quarter of an hour to stand up again. Then, I will torture and kill you!"

"Waste?" Zheng Shiyi stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and smiled, "Indeed, it was a waste! If you had taken it later, you could have saved it for me."

Zheng Yang's brows furrowed as he screamed, "How... how can you stand up? You should be more injured than me!"

When Zheng Shiyi was thrown back, he was spitting blood and extremely pale, clearly with internal injuries. It was questionable whether he could stand up in half a month, let alone now.

How could he stand up now?

Even after taking the Condensing Qi Pill, his body had only partially recovered.

He was just a waste who had lost his martial soul. How could he have a Condensing Qi Pill?

Could he be trying to stand up to run away?

"Want to run? Dream on!"

He supported himself on his knees, enduring the pain, and prepared to fight again.

Zheng Shiyi smiled and shook his head, sighing. This time, he was lucky! If he hadn't only learned the lowest-level martial techniques of the family! If the soul seeds hadn't been able to heal his body, he would have died, and there would have been no way to turn the tide and gain the upper hand.

But Zheng Yang was different. His body was unstable, clearly not fully recovered from the Eighth Thunder Roar.

If he fought again, he would be truly courting death!

Zheng Shiyi walked step by step towards Zheng Yang. The steady steps were so glaring to Zheng Yang! What did those steady steps represent? Any martial artist would know!

"Zheng Yang... you can go to hell."

As Zheng Shiyi's voice entered Zheng Yang's ears, the palm of the Thunder Strike slashed across his chest, and the sound of bones cracking echoed in his ears.

The powerful impact sent Zheng Yang flying!

"How is this possible! How could that waste counter-kill me?"

Zheng Yang, lying on the ground, eyes wide open, stared blankly at the sky. He wanted to stand up but found his body unresponsive, and the pain in his chest was excruciating with even the slightest movement.

Escape! Only one word came to Zheng Yang's mind. He tried to crawl away, but he couldn't even stand up, let alone move. His internal organs had been shattered by the previous strike. He couldn't even stand, let alone escape!

He endured the pain, kneeling before Zheng Shiyi, slapping himself, and pleading, "Young Master Yi, you treated me so well, and I did such a foolish thing, betraying you."

"I am worse than a dog! Now I know I was wrong. For the sake of our childhood friendship, spare my life! From now on, I will follow you wholeheartedly!"

"Do you think I am that foolish?" Zheng Shiyi's face was expressionless as he delivered the Thunder Strike to Zheng Yang's head.

Zheng Yang tried to protect his head with his hands, but the force of the punch was too strong, and it knocked his hands away.

With a "thud," his head shattered into pieces.

"Zheng Xuan, I will remember this day! Wait for me! Wait for me to come back! We will settle the score then!"

Zheng Shiyi spat on the ground and leaped onto the "Wind Chaser," galloping towards the Xuanming Sect.

---

**End of Chapter**