Chapter 23: Bloodburst Fist

A cruel glint flickered across Mo San’s stubbled face, his palm clenched tightly, a faint aura of blood swirling around it as he launched his attack toward Ye Cheng.

Watching Mo San’s rapid approach, Ye Cheng’s expression grew solemn. He unleashed all ten bloodlines, a crimson aura enveloping him, though its density paled in comparison to Mo San’s. His body, silent until now, suddenly sprang to life. With a fierce stomp of his right foot, he left a half-inch deep imprint on the ground, harnessing the rebound to boost his speed. Ye Cheng’s palm twisted in a peculiar manner, crackling sounds emanated from his sleeve as he swung at Mo San’s enlarging fist.

Bang! Bang!

The two figures collided abruptly, their fists meeting with a dull thunder, reminiscent of boulders crashing to earth. After the initial clash, they separated only to entwine again, fists and feet striking repeatedly. Their bodies darted and shifted like lightning, fighting with primal ferocity and wild abandon.

The spectators stared in disbelief at the slender youth locked in combat, unable to fathom how Ye Cheng, with only intermediate blood energy mastery, could withstand Mo San, who stood at the peak of the blood energy realm. The gulf between them was vast.

With each exchange, Ye Cheng was gradually forced back by Mo San, his strength evidently waning. Seeing this, Ye Wei, who stood aside, grew anxious. Born under the halo of genius and accustomed to dominance, Ye Wei’s pride had begun to change after Ye Cheng defeated him. Though he hadn’t let go of his resentment, Ye Cheng’s actions now sparked guilt and genuine respect within him.

As Ye Cheng was driven back again, the crowd sighed in resignation. The disparity in strength was clear; Ye Cheng’s defeat was only a matter of time.

After another clash, the two separated. Blood trickled from Ye Cheng’s lips, his clothes torn and stained, leaving him looking battered. In contrast, Mo San bore no injuries, his garments merely rumpled.

“Hah, impressive. To resist me to this degree, your body’s resilience is rather uncanny. Clearly, you’ve mastered some physical cultivation technique,” Mo San’s face grew cold as he eyed Ye Cheng. “Hand that technique over, and I might consider sparing you.”

Ye Cheng’s lips curled in mockery. “Spare me? No doubt you’d learn the technique first, then kill me—profit both ways. Too bad I’m not as foolish as your young master.” With that, he glanced at Luo Shaoan, who looked suddenly furious.

“If you won’t hand it over, you can die now.” Mo San lost his patience, his face contorting with rage. His blood aura surged sharply, sending invisible waves rippling outward.

Seeing Mo San’s sudden spike in blood energy, Ye Cheng’s brows rose; the old brute hadn’t been fighting at full strength.

A cruel smile spread across Mo San’s face as he clenched his right fist. Blood energy gathered rapidly on its surface.

Superior low-tier martial art: “Blood Burst Fist!”

His fist sliced through the air with a piercing wind, the oppressive pressure bearing down on Ye Cheng. The whistling gale made Ye Cheng squint.

“Ye Cheng, run! If you don’t escape now, it’ll be too late!” Ye Wei called anxiously from the side.

“Run? Hmph.” Mo Shan sneered, his form expanding, a wave of blood-red fists enveloping Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng squinted, feeling the overwhelming force barreling toward him, his expression darkening. Wiping blood from his lips, he gritted his teeth, resolve flashing across his face as he summoned every ounce of his blood energy. With the looming threat, a fresh surge of blood energy inexplicably awakened within him.

No time to think, Ye Cheng’s body leapt upward, spinning in midair, his right leg forming a strange arc of force. In that instant, all his blood energy converged.

“Thunder Sprint!”

Ye Cheng bit down, and after perfecting his charge in midair, he struck directly at Mo San’s blood-red fist before everyone’s eyes.

“Courting death,” Mo San scoffed.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At the moment of impact, three sharp sounds echoed from within Ye Cheng’s right pant leg, causing Mo San’s face to shift dramatically.

Boom! A muffled roar burst forth, like distant thunder, spreading from the point of collision.

Crack! The crisp sound of bone dislocation rang from Ye Cheng’s right leg. Both he and Mo San were sent flying.

Ye Cheng landed half-kneeling, clutching his leg, pain flickering across his face. After a brief gasp, he looked toward Mo San, whose arm merely trembled. Ye Cheng forced a wry smile.

“If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d never believe an intermediate blood energy youth could wield such power,” Mo San shook his numbed arm, his expression grim. “But your path as a genius ends here.” Mo San’s figure surged forward, attacking again.

“Teacher, it seems I can only rely on you, or else your disciple will perish here,” Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, speaking inwardly to Old Mu.

“Hmm. Relax your body, let me take control,” Old Mu replied.

Ye Cheng nodded slightly and, as his body relaxed, felt a familiar, terrifying power surge from the jade at his neck.

“Ah, it seems I won’t need to intervene after all,” Old Mu murmured, sensing a sudden burst of wind nearby. He ceased his control, the power receding from Ye Cheng’s body, returning to the jade.

Just as Ye Cheng wondered, a blurred figure swept by like a gale, a familiar silhouette appearing before him. With a wave of his hand, an enormous phantom hammer, forged entirely from elemental energy, materialized. Its formidable aura radiated outward, and as the figure swung his palm, the elemental hammer crashed down on the rampaging Mo San. The terrifying energy forced the crowd to retreat several steps.

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