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"Little trash, don't you know how to talk? Later on, I will tear your mouth apart and pull out your tongue so that you can only become a mute even as a ghost, haha! "

A dark and gloomy aura surged within Lin Yang's sinister eyes, as the corner of his mouth revealed a cruel and cold smile.

He was originally an assassin, but now that he was releasing his aura without restraint, the surrounding air suddenly seemed to solidify.

"Pui!" With just you!?! Lin Yue stood proudly, although he was half a head shorter than the other, his aura was not the least bit inferior.

"Cut the crap!" "Crack crack."

Lin Yang shouted out explosively, his body suddenly releasing bone cracking sounds, his eyes flashed with a sinister light, he suddenly waved his hand, his fist pierced through the air and fiercely smashed towards Lin Yue's chest.

Pow pow pow pow pow pow!" Lin Yang's fist strength abruptly exploded out in succession, and unexpectedly produced five claps of thunder as well!

Five thunderous Thunder Fist!

Furthermore, the other party was a ninth level Martial Disciple. The strength of this punch was already around ten thousand Jin!

Lin Yue frowned, no wonder everyone did not dare to provoke this fellow, it turned out that his strength was actually this terrifying!

"Lin Yue, die!" Seeing the heaviness in Lin Yue's eyes, Lin Yang laughed proudly. This punch, even if it was from a peak 9th Layer Martial Disciple, in terms of pure strength, was not his opponent!

The surrounding terrain was already extremely narrow, so Lin Yue did not have much space to dodge. Once he retreated, he would be blocked by Lin Yang in the corner, and that would be a dead end!

"You can't retreat!" Lin Yue looked at Lin Yang who was quickly rushing over, and suddenly released an "Ah" sound, causing the mysterious Martial Soul in the Divine Mansion to intensely jump, in that moment, the Genuine Essence in the veins quickly condensed onto his right fist.

He bowed, lowered his waist, inhaled deeply, and punched with all his might!

Every movement contained a boundless amount of power. Lin Yue tensed up his body, and like a mad lion who had reached a dead end, his eyes shot out a pressure that could destroy a boat and its boat.

"Boom!" This fist, carried his strongest power as it collided with Lin Yang's fist.

"Kacha!"

With a clear sound of bones breaking, Lin Yue was sent flying backwards, his back heavily smashing against a rock wall at the side.

Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and his face was flushed red. Clearly, even more blood was flowing out from his throat.

"En!" Lin Yang groaned, the Genuine Qi s in his chest scurried, and also suffered a small loss. His legs were weak, and he staggered back seven steps, barely managing to stabilize his body.

"You actually managed to unleash a power of 9000 jin!" Lin Yang never expected that Lin Yue, who was only at the fifth level of the Martial Disciple realm, would actually have such a vast power!

However, seeing Lin Yue spitting out blood, with his face flushed red, Lin Yang heaved a sigh of relief. This fellow was severely injured, and in this short period of time, he would be at the mercy of others!

The corner of his mouth curled up in a sneer as he slowly dusted off the dust on his body in a graceful manner. He assumed the posture of an expert as he arrogantly said, "But even so, you will still die in my hands!"

At this point, Lin Yang was not in a hurry to kill anyone. Instead, he stopped the time for tea and chose to heal his injuries.

Because in his opinion, with such heavy injuries, Lin Yue was already dead! He was not worried that this fellow would be able to escape!

But what he did not know was that during the time it took for a cup of tea to breathe, Lin Yue's Martial Soul had started to pulse crazily!

The Martial Soul was beating like a drum, the frequency was so intense, it almost caused Lin Yue's heart to explode!

"Martial Soul!"

Lin Yue was overjoyed, the Martial Soul that he had awakened had a powerful recovery ability. With such a fast pulse, in the blink of an eye, a large amount of fresh blood was added to his broken bones, and the ruptured organs in his body were also recovering at a visible rate.

Not long later, Lin Yue's heavily injured body seemed to have recovered to its peak!

Lin Yang suppressed the Genuine Essence and with a sinister smile on his face, he rushed towards Lin Yue again. This time, he was confident that he could move the brat's head!

"Thunder Fist! "Five thunderclaps!" Just now, Lin Yang had suffered a bit of internal injury, so the power of this punch was slightly less, about 9500 kilograms.

However, Lin Yue was so shocked that he vomited blood. Maybe he could not even block a thousand kilograms of strength, which was enough to kill him!

As Lin Yang was thinking this, he suddenly raised his head and saw an excited Lin Yue. His burning eyes were shining brightly, and was as glaring as the stars in the darkness!

"He's smiling!?"

Lin Yang was stunned, with his own punch, he wanted to kill Lin Yue. Wasn't the other party supposed to scream miserably in despair, or even kneel down and beg for mercy? How could he have such an expression!?

In that moment, Lin Yang felt a chill down his spine, and an ominous feeling arose in his heart.

"Hahaha!" Idiot! Since you gave me time to recover, I won't hold back! Thunder Fist! "

Lin Yue's injuries had already completely recovered, and at this time, the remaining power of the Martial Soul's pulse was still there. That kind of powerful fluctuation deeply stimulated the vitality in his body.

The boiling blood made Lin Yue feel as if there was an evil flame inside his body. Only by shooting it out would he be able to calm his restless mind.

Pa Pa Pa Pa …" "Pa!

After the fifth clap of thunder, Lin Yue's fist force released a sixth clap of thunder!

Six peals of thunder! 10,000 Jin of strength!

"Boom!"

The air was suddenly stimulated by the fist to release a scarlet halo. It seemed like there was a high temperature of fire in the air, and the force of the fist which contained a boundless power caused the space in a radius of fifteen meters to distort for a moment.

"Crack!" "Ahhh!"

The two fist s clashed again, but this time, the situation was the opposite. Lin Yang was directly flung out, and while he was in midair, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This is not true! This is not true! How is that possible, Lin Yue, you piece of trash, how can you release the Thunder Fist with six thunderclaps!? Even Lin Hsing who has a Martial Soul is only at the seventh thunderclap level right now! "

Lin Yang was completely dumbstruck, he felt that the entire world had become unreal. He could not believe that Lin Yue, who was only at the second stage of the Martial Disciple realm and was renowned as the number one trash of the Eastwood Academy, could actually produce such a powerful punch!?

"I must be dreaming!? All of this was fake! Lin Yang was simply unable to accept the fact that a trash who had been ridiculed and mocked for eight years, had actually defeated him!

Looking at Lin Yang who was about to go crazy, Lin Yue felt an indescribable excitement. He never thought that Lin Yang, who was at the ninth stage of the Martial Disciple realm, would be crippled by one of his fists!

"Great!" "So it turns out that as a strong Ranker, it feels so good!" Lin Yue's face became even happier as he watched Lin Yang fall to the ground and cry out in pain. He could not help but feel that he was floating, this feeling was something he had never felt before.

"Lin Yue is right in front! Everyone hurry up and follow him, don't let him get away! Otherwise, there is no way to account to Elder Lin Feitu! "

Just as Lin Yue was enjoying this wonderful sensation, from outside the forest not far away, the sound of noisy footsteps suddenly came. Lin Feitu's tribesmen had already caught up.

"I'm here!" Hearing the voice from afar, Lin Yang's eyes lit up, and immediately shouted.

Lin Yue frowned, it was not good. The terrain here was narrow, once surrounded by the enemy, the only path left for him was death.

"Humph!" Don't waste your energy! "Let me send you back to the West!" Lin Yue said as he took a step forward and stood in front of Lin Yang.

Ah!" No! "I don't want to die!" Lin Yang let out a miserable scream, his eyes shot out strong fear, and with a plop, he kneeled down in front of Lin Yue out of instinct.

Lin Yue completely ignored Lin Yang's pleas. If it wasn't for the fact that he had a powerful Martial Soul, he would have already died in his hands.

"Puff!"

With a palm strike, Lin Yang's Heavenly Spirit Bone was split into pieces, and his neck immediately shrank back into his body, his head embedded into his shoulder, making him look extremely terrifying.

After killing Lin Yang, Lin Yue did not dare to stay any longer, and immediately mounted the Wind Chasing Horse, following the narrow mountain path towards the Netherworld Sect.