3° Capitulo

Martial Arts Field.

Zhao Yun took advantage that there weren't many people there yet, and started practicing his moves.

"God's Dark Footsteps!"

After screaming in his mind, Zhao Yun's body flew into the sky before transforming into two equally identical silhouettes.

Swoosh swoosh...

Zhao Yun's body swayed and he and his illusion of his own image appeared. His illusion looked completely identical to his real self. Two Zhao Yun moved and stopped in the center of the training ground.

"Hehe, even though this skill was difficult for my former self to master, it seems my talent has increased even more after reincarnation!"

The two Zhao Yun's smiled as they said it at the same time. It doesn't matter if it was their expressions, movements or tones, they were all completely identical. Anyone nearby would surely be confused to see this. 

God's Shadow Footsteps: When used, the practitioner's speed will instantly explode and become so fast that even the afterimages created by the movement will not have enough time to fade away. In fact, the 'afterimages' are almost indistinguishable from the original body, making it look like the user has been cloned while moving at breathtaking speeds. If the practitioner can achieve maximum mastery of this skill, even if opponents are three to five levels above the user, they would still not be able to easily defeat the wielder of the technique.

God's Dark Footsteps had eight realms in total and it's the only Movement Skill that Zhao Yun achieved a long time ago in an abandoned cave.

"HaHaHa! Zhao Yun, I thought you would stay huddled in your tortoiseshell longer. What is it, you're stupid after experiencing my strength…"

A maniacal laugh combined with other laughs came from across the martial field.

"Hm?"

Zhao Yun turned around, and looked at the people who were starting to gather around the small group of young people. It wasn't until he noticed a slender, ordinary-looking young man strutting among them.

Only then did he remember his shameful battle against this young man. However, now he wasn't the same as before!

"I would exact my revenge at a more pleasant time, but it looks like that won't be possible!" 

Zhao Yun smiled, and muttered to himself before walking to the front of the youth.

"Zhao Lang! Don't you think you're very good? You really had the courage to use poison against someone who was only at the 1st rank of the martial path!"

Zhao Yun said.

"So that was it! No wonder Zhao Lang beat Zhao Yun so easily, his family is famous for its medicine, so it's not impossible for him to know some non-harmful poisons!"

"Yes, I wasn't convinced about that battle between the two either. Even if Zhao Lang were one rank above Zhao Yun, it wouldn't be much different between the two forces at this level!"

Most of the disciples in the area nodded to themselves, especially the female disciples who looked even more favorable towards Zhao Yun.

"Zhao Yun, what the hell are you talking about? I'll show you here and now with a single move, that I've defeated you rightly!" Zhao Lang shouted angrily.

But Zhao Yun just calmly looked at him, as if he were a clown putting on a show.

Of course, everything he said about the poison was a lie! There was no way he who was a useless silk pants could fight head on against Zhao Lang who was one rank above him. But to fix some face he needed a light lie.

"I wouldn't have thought that there was actually hatred between Zhao Lang and Zhao Yun, hehe, this is probably going to be a lot of fun!"

"Tsk, I heard that Zhao Yun slept with Zhao Lang's childhood friend for a long time. This was the main reason and including Zhao Lang's vengeful character, this matter could not be ignored!"

"Everyone knows that Zhao Lang is very obsessed with Zhao Yuning, so Zhao Yun won't just have a few broken limbs!"

"Zhao Yun is not someone to be trifled with so easily, remember your father is one of the clan elders!"

"Hey, let me measure your strength, let's see if you can win against me!" 

With fury flooding his facial features, Zhao Lang rushed forward, slamming his fist towards Zhao Yun's chest area, but Zhao Yun, who had the help of the Dark Steps, was similar to a ghost causing Zhao Lang to miss anything. movement.

"First move!"

The surrounding members were stunned for a moment, but quickly burst into laughter. All of Zhao Yun's words and actions in the arena already partially confirmed its veracity. It was very possible that he really was poisoned in the previous battle.

"Oh!" Zhao Lang no longer had the haughty expression he had before, even he himself didn't know why every time his fist was close to Zhao Yun, he passed like a ghost.

"Second Movement!"

Zhao Yun easily dodged Zhao Lang's enraged attack.

Zhao Lang didn't dare underestimate the enemy when he finally used a fist technique.

Both fists were red from the force imposed on the punches, slamming towards Zhao Yun with incomparably fast speed as he caged Zhao Yun in a flurry of fist shadows.

 Zhao Yun outwardly appeared to be in a difficult position, but he was inwardly calm as he used the Dark God Steps, only dodging every blow at the last possible moment.

"Third move!" Zhao Yun spat out the word, causing Zhao Lang's hatred for him to soar to the heavens.

"You piece of shit, if you really have the skill then don't dodge, let us directly collide with each other." Full of murderous intent, "Boom, boom!" The sounds of her punches echoed in the air as Zhao Lang increased his speed and unleashed even more fist shadows on the vital areas of Zhao Yun's head.

 It seems that Zhao Lang no longer cared about his pride or the Zhao family's no-kill rules. He intended to kill!

Truly annoyed, Zhao Yun looked at Zhao Lang's increasingly desperate attacks. 

Zhao Yun no longer hesitated and infused a force similar to the 2nd final rank of the martial path as he explosively fired a palm into the air. With his strength, he caught Zhao Lang's arms amidst the shadows of the fist.

Ka Cha!

Could!

Urgh!

The first sound came as the explosive impact broke both of Zhao Lang's arms from the attack. The second sound echoed because the explosive impact traveled directly to his chest area, which made him spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. Finally, the third sound sounded just before Zhao Lang slipped into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness. Zhao Yun's efforts sent Zhao Lang flying out of the crowd and finally landing on the ground 30m away.

"You were the one who wanted to directly clash with me, so you can't blame me for that."

Zhao Yun looked at both of his arms as he said shyly.

"I'm sorry, I already held back. Who would have thought you were so weak without using poison that you would accidentally get hurt for me."