Chapter 31: Peng Sky-commanding Fist!

The sparse forest provided the perfect opportunity for escape. One of the men darted to the east, while the other disappeared into the dense undergrowth of the west. Their plan was simple - as long as they could make it deep into the thick forest, they believed Lin Yang would be unable to catch up.

"Not so fast!" Lin Yang immediately grasped their intentions. Just as he prepared to intercept them, a figure charged forward, a chilling glimmer sweeping dangerously close to his head.

"Go and raise the alarm, I'll hold him off! Make sure to return quickly!" A voice resounded, accompanied by swift and agile footwork - a clear demonstration of an escape technique.

Momentarily caught off guard by the square-faced middle-aged man's suicidal attack, Lin Yang found his progress hindered. The two men seized the opportunity, hastening their retreat.

"No, I cannot let them escape. If they manage to flee, my presence will be compromised, placing me in danger," a cold gleam flickered in Lin Yang's eyes. He stared at the square-faced middle-aged man like a predator eyeing its prey while his body moved with the vigor of a descending tiger. This time, he unleashed his full strength.

His movements unleashed a tremendous force, akin to a roaring beast within the very essence of his fist technique. Mountains crumbled, the earth shattered, and seas quaked in the face of his Kun Subduing Sea Fist.

The square-faced middle-aged man groaned inwardly, feeling a power unlike anything he had experienced before. Though fearful, escape seemed impossible. He gritted his teeth, hoping to stall Lin Yang long enough for the other two men to summon help.

With a resounding roar, he brandished his broadsword, its faint glimmer nearly imperceptible in the dim forest. In this moment of life and death, his blade technique had reached new heights.

However, Lin Yang refused to prolong the engagement. The longer he remained entangled, the greater the peril he faced. Despite the sacrifice of receiving a wound, he resolved to finish off this middle-stage Spirit Awakening Realm warrior.

To the square-faced middle-aged man's horror, Lin Yang met the broadsword with his body, sustaining an abdominal cut. The fine muscles of his body clamped down on the blade, while his fist, infused with the power of Kun, struck with lightning speed, penetrating the man's abdomen.

Struggling to raise his head, the middle-aged man gazed at the impassive and fierce youth before him. He gasped, "You... are... so... ruthless!"

With those words, his head slumped and his eyes widened, breath fading away.

Witnessing the square-faced middle-aged man's demise, the remaining two individuals quivered in terror. Fear propelled them to increase their pace, striving desperately to reach the sanctuary of the dense forest. Their salvation lay in piercing through the final barrier.

Lin Yang took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain from his wound. Focusing his attention on the short middle-aged man who fled east, he became a cheetah in pursuit. Within mere seconds, he closed the distance. His arm thrust forward like a lightning strike, aimed at the man's neck with the precision of an eagle eyeing its prey.

It was the Peng Sky-commanding Fist in action.

The short middle-aged man underestimated Lin Yang's agility, believing he had ample time to evade. However, he failed to comprehend the incredible flexibility demanded by the Peng Sky-commanding Fist. Lin Yang's bones had been forged akin to those of a giant eagle, granting him unrivaled accuracy. No matter the angle of his prey's attempt to dodge, there proved to be no escape.

His arm hooked around the man's neck with the swift precision of an eagle's talons. In a sickening crack, the sound of bones breaking echoed through the air, sealing the fate of yet another skilled opponent.

Discarding the lifeless body without a second thought, Lin Yang wasted no time in pursuit of the final man. The remaining warrior displayed exceptional speed, his feet propelling him closer and closer to the safety of the dense forest. It seemed as though he was mere steps away from disappearing into its protective embrace.

Undeterred, Lin Yang surged forward, his fist resembling the impenetrable shell of a tortoise. The sheer force behind his strike tore through the air, as if he had channeled the power of the surrounding ocean into his very being.

A momentary pause enveloped the fleeing man as a wave of horror washed over him. The oppressive aura bore down upon him, causing his scalp to prickle. The surging tide of energy expanded, encircling and consuming him in an instant.

Before the man could fully comprehend his terror, Lin Yang's fist collided with his shoulder, unleashing a devastating shockwave that sent him hurtling through the air. He crashed violently into the trunk of an ancient tree, his body wracked with intense pain as it felt as if his bones had been reduced to dust.

Struggling to lift his head against the unbearable agony, he stared at the advancing figure before him, trembling with trepidation. His voice quivered as he managed to ask, "What...what...is...this fist technique?"

"Mystical Grade - Peng Sky-commanding Fist!" Lin Yang cocked his head to the side nonchalantly as he seized the man.

Under the horrified gaze of the middle-aged man, Lin Yang initiated the Essence Revolution Art. Essence Qi streamed into his body, enveloping the man's wounds. The warmth of the energy coursed through his body, gradually mending the several-inch-long gash on his abdomen. In a flash, the scar disappeared, revealing unblemished, tender flesh.

The injuries were fully healed.

Disregarding the lifeless body he held, Lin Yang scanned the surroundings, confirming that no one had escaped his grasp. A sigh of relief escaped him as he took in the scene before him.

At this moment, he realized that an elite team led by a mid-stage Spirit Awakening Realm expert and five late-stage early Spirit Awakening Realm experts had been completely eradicated.

Upon further examination, Lin Yang discovered a significant windfall. Among the possessions of the middle-aged man in the middle of the Spirit Awakening Realm lay a substantial banknote, worth nearly a thousand years of gold. Additionally, he stumbled upon a bottle of Medium Grade Spirit Tempering Pills, still containing three precious pills. Swallowing them all would equate to a month and a half of cultivation.

Without hesitation, Lin Yang ingested one of the pills. A warm medicinal effect surged through him, infusing his Qi and blood. To his surprise, he broke through to the middle stage of the Spirit Awakening Realm in an instant.