Chapter 30: Split Up and Run!

The Clear Spirit Pillar, a foundational technique of the Lin family, was well-known and accessible to every disciple. Lin Yang had practiced it countless times before, mastering its intricate movements and internal energy control. However, when he executed the technique this time, it was as awe-inspiring as a gentle breeze that halted a raging river. No matter how much force the four adversaries exerted, they couldn't budge him an inch.

Shock washed over the faces of the quartet, their expressions shifting from confidence to disbelief. They exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to proceed.

Their leader, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, was the first to regain his composure. With a cold smile, he sneered, "So, you've perfected the Clear Spirit Pillar to a level we can't fathom. But remember, it is only a basic technique. Its power pales in comparison to the advanced martial arts techniques we possess. Let's see how you fare against our deadly strikes!"

Their eyes gleaming with malice, the four opponents drew their gleaming sabers simultaneously. The steel flashed and seemed to disappear within the dimly lit forest. Lin Yang's intuition warned him of imminent danger, as a chilling cold light whizzed toward his vital points with the speed of a raging gale, poised to slice through anything in its path.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Lin Yang's veins, sending goosebumps across his skin. The sheer force behind the saber strikes manifested in tiny bumps on his arms.

However, instead of confusion or panic, Lin Yang's face lit up with a twisted smile of anticipation. In one swift motion, he discarded the cumbersome bronze cauldron he had been wielding, causing the ground to shake upon impact. His eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he charged forward, his punches replacing the need for any weapon. A powerful gust of wind surged from his body, expanding like a violent tornado in the eyes of his astonished adversaries.

As the four opponents struggled to comprehend the unfolding scene, a mocking laughter laced with cold determination resonated through the tempestuous wind. "You bunch of pitiful frogs confined to the bottom of a well. Do you truly believe your martial arts techniques are superior? You fail to grasp that the strength of a technique lies not in its level, but in the skill of its wielder! I have attained the pinnacle of both the Clear Spirit Pillar and the Heavy Gale Fist within the Lin family. I have even managed to grasp a glimpse of the elusive Wind Essence. Perhaps, if you had truly comprehended the Heavy Gale Saber Technique to its ultimate realm, I might have shown you a shred of mercy. But with your meager understanding, death is all that awaits you!"

Lin Yang's fists transformed into meteoric projectiles, his body resembling an unstoppable force of nature. The thousand-pound bronze cauldron, now forgotten, lay discarded on the ground. With every strike, his incomprehensible strength became apparent.

His fists, imbued with the crackling energy of thunder, unleashed devastating blows that tore through the air like a tempest. The quartet's meticulously honed saber techniques were rendered useless in the face of such raw power.

Lin Yang's claims were not mere boasting; they were born out of his unyielding dedication to his craft. He had truly mastered the Clear Spirit Pillar and the Heavy Gale Fist, ascending to the pinnacle of their art. Through unwavering persistence, he had even glimpsed the essence of wind, allowing him to harness its formidable might.

The Heavy Gale Fist emanated an intense vitality in Lin Yang's hands, surpassing mere technique and transforming into the embodiment of a raging gale. He seemed to personify the very god of wind, commanding a legion of tempestuous gusts. With ease, he navigated through the onslaught of heavy winds, his body merging seamlessly with the cyclone of his fists.

The square-faced middle-aged man bellowed in disbelief, "How can a seemingly low-level Heavy Gale Fist possess such overwhelming power? How is it even more formidable than the Heavy Gale Saber Technique?" Even at his Middle Stage Spirit Awakening Realm, he found no solace in the face of such a formidable fist technique. On the contrary, the more he fought, the greater his fear grew.

The quartet's Heavy Gale Saber Techniques were rendered ineffective, reduced to mere follies under the dominance of Lin Yang's Heavy Gale Fist. Flaws permeated their once-perfected techniques, leaving them floundering.

Despite its apparent flaws, Lin Yang's seemingly straightforward Heavy Gale Fist appeared unfathomable. Angry roars sounded incessantly, yet failed to counteract the onslaught of Lin Yang's strikes.

Infuriated, they succumbed to a fit of rage!

"Foolhardy lot! The power of a technique lies not solely in its level, but in the mastery of its practitioner! No matter how advanced the technique may be, if you cannot fully comprehend and completely control it, it is akin to a fleeting illusion. Once struck, it shatters! The essence lies within the concept— mastery of the concept is the true path to mastery of the technique!" Lin Yang proclaimed, suddenly appearing behind a dark-faced burly man. Without hesitation, he delivered a Heavy Gale Fist to the man's vulnerable back.

In Lin Yang's hands, the Heavy Gale Fist possessed the transformative power to turn the mundane into the extraordinary. It had reached a pinnacle of perfection, impervious even to the Heavy Gale Saber Technique's defense.

Bang!

The dark-faced man's terror was palpable as he hastily employed the back of his saber to shield his vital organs. However, he had gravely underestimated Lin Yang's strength.

A muffled groan escaped the man's lips as he was hurled several feet backwards, blood spewing forth as he crashed onto the ground. It appeared that survival was beyond his reach.

Now left with just three opponents, the remaining trio resembled startled birds, their composure shattered. Six had initially besieged Lin Yang, yet he had singlehandedly dispatched half of them.

"You insolent brat, I'll take you down with me!" The square-faced middle-aged man's eyes burned with a seething rage as he charged recklessly at Lin Yang, disregarding his own safety.

The Heavy Gale Saber Technique was unleashed with unparalleled ferocity, its saber light a glimmering mirage, too fleetingly fast to be discerned. Like a deranged demon, he abandoned all self-preservation, consumed by the sole desire to bring Lin Yang down with him.

Lin Yang's countenance shifted, realizing the gravity of the situation amidst the deluge of saber lights.

Lin Yang deftly dodged, reappearing in front of the remaining two warriors at the Late-stage of the early Spirit Awakening Realm.

The pair exchanged terrified glances, their eyes betraying a deep bitterness.

Unknown to Lin Yang, the trio had secretly conspired. They knew their limited capabilities were no match for him, so they devised a plan to let the square-faced middle-aged man stall Lin Yang while they made their escape and called for reinforcements.

Little did they expect that Lin Yang would perceive their treacherous plot.

"Split up and run!" The pair locked gazes and dashed in opposite directions, desperately seeking safety