Physical enlightenment begins with Xingyi Quan

Chapter 83 Counterattack (Please subscribe!)

Chen Jianghe ran wildly through the dense forest.

The wound on Chen Jianghe's right shoulder, which had been grazed by the force of the attack, was bleeding faster than he had anticipated.

He could clearly feel that with each step he took, his strength was decreasing at a visible rate.

He was still pushing the Shadow Step to its limit.

But the aura behind him was steadily approaching.

Fifteen feet.

Thirteen feet.

Eleven zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Black Wolf is not in a hurry.

He even slowed his pace, watching with the leisurely ease of a cat playing with a mouse, admiring the figure in blue robes stumbling and running through the woods ahead.

His voice came from behind, even carrying a hint of casual conversation: "Lingmu Academy specializes in medicine and hidden weapons, and their lightness skill and movement techniques are indeed quite remarkable. If I let you escape back to Xingyi Sect tonight, given time, you might really become someone of importance."

He paused, then chuckled softly, "What a pity."

Before the last syllable of "What a pity" had even faded, the burly figure that was originally ten feet away suddenly closed to seven feet!

Chen Jianghe's pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly changed direction!

He was like a withered leaf swept away by a gale, suddenly veering three feet to the left in his rapid flight, narrowly avoiding a sharp claw-like gust of wind that attacked from behind!

"laugh--!"

The Vajra Claw Blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek, severing a birch tree as thick as a bowl in half to his left!

The tree canopy collapsed with a crash, and branches and leaves flew everywhere.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Chen Jianghe lunged forward, using the fallen leaves scattered by the fallen tree canopy to change his Shadow Step again. Under the cover of the fallen leaves and the night, he turned three times in succession, each turn precisely stepping into the brief blind spot of the Black Wolf's vision and perception.

Black Wolf raised an eyebrow slightly.

Instead of giving chase immediately, he retracted his claws and stopped.

Those crimson eyes swept across the dense forest, and after a moment, he chuckled softly: "The footwork may be exquisite, but one's qi and blood cannot lie."

He licked the blood splattered on his lips: "The wound on your right shoulder still has lingering internal energy, and the blood has flowed for three miles. If you keep running, you'll bleed to death before I can even make a move."

Chen Jianghe did not answer.

But he knew that Black Wolf was telling the truth.

The warm, viscous liquid was dripping continuously from the fingertips of his drooping right arm.

The speed is indeed slowing down.

With each step he took, the force that had sustained him in his escape became slower and heavier than the previous step.

Worse still, he had lost his sense of direction.

This dense forest is too deep and too dark.

Just now in the Black Wind Cave, he fled in the opposite direction based entirely on his memory of how he came.

However, the several sharp turns after rushing out of the cave completely disrupted his only frame of reference.

All around were unfamiliar, identical towering ancient trees.

He didn't know where he had gone.

They didn't even know which direction the Xingyi School was located in.

Just then, the night wind suddenly shifted.

A fishy smell drifted quietly from the deep, dark forest to the left.

The fishy smell was so faint that ordinary people could not detect it at all.

But Chen Jianghe smelled it.

His nostrils twitched almost imperceptibly, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

It's not fear.

It is an almost instinctive vigilance honed from countless brushes with death.

That's the scent of a predator.

And...it's very strong.

A hundred paces away, beneath a massive bluish-gray rock, lay a crimson figure.

The figure was about twelve feet long, with limbs as thick as pillars, and its fur shimmered with a dark red luster under the moonlight.

At this moment, it is curled up and resting, with the tip of its tail occasionally sweeping lightly, indicating that this giant beast is not truly asleep.

Adult blood leopard.

Initial stage of Gang Jin (罡劲).

Chen Jianghe did not slow down.

He lowered his body, and his Shadow Step turned into extremely light and fast shuffling steps. With each step, all the force was gathered into the toes of his feet, and the grass leaves bounced up as soon as they bent slightly.

He silently swept past the edge of the Blood Leopard territory.

Fifty steps.

Thirty steps.

Twenty steps.

He could even see the rhythm of the blood leopard's belly rising and falling with its breath, and its nostrils twitching slightly.

Then he rushed over.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Eight feet.

Five zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The moment he rushed across the Blood Leopard territory, the powerful aura of his pursuit also stepped into the edge of this area.

Black Wolf didn't notice the dark red figure lying under the giant rock at all.

His entire attention was focused on the figure in blue robes ahead, whose strength was nearly exhausted and whose speed had noticeably slowed down.

The prey is right in front of us.

"Kid, can't run anymore?"

Black Wolf sneered, and his right claw retracted to his side once more.

This time, he was going to kill him with one blow.

Crimson veins blazed brightly once more from his heart, and the blood moon within his pupils spun rapidly. "Sun and Moon Demonic Art, Blood Moon Soul Chaser!"

"boom!!!"

Dark red energy burst forth from the claw, transforming into a crescent moon over ten feet long, tearing through the air and slashing towards the slowing figure in front of him!

However, at the instant that force left his body, Chen Jianghe suddenly slashed to the side!

He was like a withered leaf blown by the wind, shifting three feet to the left!

The crimson crescent moon grazed past his right rib and slammed into the bluish-gray boulder three zhang away from him.

"Boom—!!!"

Stone chips exploded, and rubble flew everywhere!

at the same time--

"roar--!!!"

A completely different roar exploded from beneath the giant rock!

That was an enraged adult blood leopard, its flesh torn apart from its slumber by the aftershocks of the powerful energy, enraged to the point of fury!

It sprang up suddenly, its twelve-foot-long body flashing like a crimson lightning bolt!

On his right lower back, a bloody wound was gushing blood.

The aftershock of Black Wolf's "Blood Moon Soul Chaser" struck the giant rock where it was resting.

Amidst the flying debris, a sharp stone fragment the size of a fist was deeply embedded in its side!

The beast's eyes instantly turned crimson.

It did not go to see Chen Jianghe.

The ant that swept across the edge of its territory was faint and insignificant.

It stared intently at the intruder who dared to step into its territory and injure its body with his powerful energy.

Black Wolf's expression changed drastically.

"You beast!"

He roared, his Vajra Claw held horizontally in front of him, and his internal energy was frantically activated!

But the Blood Leopard had already pounced.

fast.

too fast.

He had just entered the Gang Jin realm, and his foundation was not yet stable. The strength he had built up by absorbing essence and blood was inherently weak and scattered, far less solid than that of a martial artist who had cultivated step by step through arduous training.

The Blood Leopard is a ferocious beast born for slaughter.

Its speed, its claws, and the immense force it carries with each strike.

It doesn't rely on any specific techniques; it's all etched into the blood that has flowed for hundreds of years.

"Rip—!"

As the Blood Leopard swung its right claw, it tore through the Black Wolf's left arm armor and flesh!

He grunted, staggered back, and unleashed a furious counterattack with his Vajra Claws!

The claws pierced the blood leopard's shoulder blade, and blood gushed out!

But instead of retreating, the blood leopard advanced, its fangs biting fiercely into his right shoulder!

The sound of bones shattering echoed deep within the dense forest of the western Blackwind Valley!

Chen Jianghe did not flee.

He lay prostrate behind an ancient tree thirty feet away, a tree that would take three people to encircle.

He tightly covered the wound on his shoulder with his right hand.

He's watching.

See the adult blood leopard and the bandit leader, who has just developed his internal strength, fighting each other in the most primitive and brutal way in this forest soaked in blood.

Take a breath.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

Seven deep, bone-revealing claw marks appeared on the Blood Leopard's body, and a large patch of flesh was torn from its right hind leg by a vajra claw, causing it to move more slowly.

Black Wolf fared even worse.

His entire right arm hung limply, his shoulder blade was crushed by the fangs, and there were three claw marks on his chest that almost revealed his ribs.

The crimson veins on his body had mostly faded, and the blood moon in his pupils moved as slowly as a dying heartbeat.

He has completely lost the will to fight.

"You beast—you just wait—!"

He gritted his teeth, swung his left claw fiercely, forcing the blood leopard back, and used the momentum to turn around.

escape.

He staggered and ran wildly in the direction he had come from.

Behind him, the Blood Leopard let out a low growl and pushed off with all four paws, chasing after him for three zhang.

But the injury to its leg slowed it down.

It chased the animal to the edge of the hunting grounds, where it stopped in front of the vermilion boundary marker.

The vertical pupils stared at the black wolf's retreating figure as it disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, letting out a low growl of resentment.

Then, it turned around, hobbled back to the ancient banyan tree, lay down on the ground, and licked the hideous wound.

The black wolf ran half a mile.

He leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily, his left paw pressing firmly against the bone fragments on his right shoulder that had been bitten off by the blood leopard.

"Damn it—damn it—"

He cursed under his breath, his feet never stopping, stumbling and staggering towards the Black Wind Cave.

As long as he returns to Black Wind Cave, absorbs Sun Hongyao's essence and blood, and recuperates for two or three months, he can recover.

The Sun and Moon Demonic Arts have not yet reached their end.

He can also—

"call out--!"

A very faint, delicate sound of something cutting through the air rang out from the forest behind us.

Black Wolf's pupils constricted sharply, and he swung his left claw back fiercely!

The claw-like wind deflected two willow-leaf darts.

But the third, the fourth, the fifth...

From different angles, in different arcs, like fluttering willow leaves, they covered his vital points all over the place!

Willow leaves fluttered down.

Hundred-layered leaf.

Black Wolf hastily swung his claws to block, but his internal energy dissipated, and he only managed to knock away four of them.

Three willow-leaf darts pierced his left knee, right rib, and lower back with pinpoint accuracy.

He groaned and knelt on one knee.

"who----!"

He suddenly turned around.

In the darkness of the forest, a figure in green robes slowly emerged.

Chen Jianghe.

His right shoulder wound was still bleeding, his face was pale, and he had already prepared the next round of hidden weapons.

Black Wolf stared intently at him, then suddenly laughed.

That smile held a mixture of realization, self-deprecation, and a hint of appreciation.

"It was you—from the very beginning, you never intended for them to come out alive."

He was panting heavily, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"When Sun Hongyao chased into the cave, you clearly had the opportunity to stop her, but you didn't say a single harsh word—you wished she would go in and die."

""

"Those needles in the back of her knee—the technique was fucking clean."

He paused, and his gaze toward Chen Jianghe became somewhat serious: "Kid, our sect is in dire need of talent, and we urgently need someone like you."

"Ruthless, vicious, clear-headed, and not pedantic."

"What can your master teach you? That grand and orthodox Xingyi Quan style? Can that stuff put food on the table?"

He gasped for breath, enunciating each word clearly: "Join my Sun Moon Divine Cult. Today's matter will be wiped clean. My cult's holy envoy is in Changxi Prefecture; I can recommend you to join the cult and impart to you the true secrets of the Sun Moon Demonic Art!"

"At that time, the existence of internal energy and true essence will only be a matter of time."

He stared at Chen Jianghe, a hint of genuine fervor in his eyes: "How is it?"

Chen Jianghe did not answer.

He slowly put away the hidden weapon and wiped his blood-stained right hand on his clothes.

Then, he took a step.

One step, two steps, three steps.

He stopped five feet in front of the black wolf.

"The Sun Moon Cult".

He repeated those four words in a low voice.

Hope ignited in Black Wolf's eyes: "Yes! Do you know what I taught you back then?"

"Not interested."

Chen Jianghe interrupted him.

He lowered his waist and hips, arched his back, and his blood and qi surged wildly throughout his body at this moment, unleashing the full power of his mastered internal energy!

Twelve Forms Fist - Bear Form!

The punch was powerful and heavy, like an old bear crashing into a mountain, and landed squarely on Black Wolf's chest!

"Bang!" Black Wolf's eyes bulged out, and his chest visibly caved in.

But he did not fall.

Those completely dimmed crimson eyes stared intently at Chen Jianghe, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.

Chen Jianghe's second punch has arrived.

Tiger shape!

The fist struck like a tiger descending a mountain, accompanied by a piercing shriek that tore through the air, hitting the black wolf squarely in the throat!

"Click."

Cervical vertebrae fractured.

The black wolf's massive body swayed, and finally it fell backward.

Chen Jianghe slowly withdrew his fist.

Then, he squatted down.

Search the body.

Hidden inside Black Wolf's inner lining was a small package wrapped in oil paper.

turn on.

There were only two hundred taels of gold notes, not the secret manual of the Sun and Moon Demon Art that he had imagined.

Chen Jianghe put away the gold notes and turned to leave.