High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

Hearing the noise behind him, the boy turned around and saw that Feng Yi had caught up. His face was full of terror, and he frantically ran forward.

But Feng Yi wouldn't give him a chance to escape. Zhang Yu was in imminent danger, and he didn't have time.

If he had time, Feng Yi would follow the boy and slowly torture him until he could no longer run, then end his life.

Feng Yi vanished from his spot and reappeared directly behind the boy. He kicked out, sending the boy flying and crashing to the ground.

He was about to get up when he felt a chill on his neck; the Snow Condensation Sword was already pressed against his neck.

He could even feel the chill emanating from the Snow Condensation Sword, and a shallow bloodstain appeared on his neck.

At that moment, he didn't dare to move at all.

"Hand over the antidote, and I'll make your death a little easier."

Feng Yi's cold, emotionless voice rang out.

The boy's body trembled slightly, and his voice trembled with fear.

"I...I don't have the antidote, and that dagger isn't mine. Please, please let me go."

"Who gave you the dagger?"

Feng Yi's voice remained icy.

The boy seemed to have something he couldn't say, and he stammered as he spoke.

"I can't say, because if I do, my whole family will die. My mother is still in the hospital waiting for medical bills. I beg you, please let me go. I know I was wrong."

"Oh!"

Feng Yi sneered. If they know they're wrong, what's the point of having the Zhenxing Division?

We're all adults; if we do something wrong, we have to take responsibility for it.

With a flick of his hand, some blood slowly seeped from the Snow Condensation Sword, and he demanded an answer in a harsh voice.

"Speak! Who ordered you to kill me? And who gave you the dagger?"

The pain in his neck and the fear of death completely shattered the boy's mental defenses.

He could sense that if he didn't speak up, Feng Yi would kill him in the next second.

At that moment, he no longer cared about the consequences of speaking; he just wanted to survive.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, but you have to promise you won't kill me, otherwise I'd rather die than tell you."

"Okay." Feng Yi nodded, then took the Ningxue Sword from the boy's neck.

Having received Feng Yi's assurance, the boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed hard, and said.

"Qin Ziang gave me the dagger and told me to kill you. He said he would give me a large sum of money if I killed you, and that would cure my mother's illness."

Who is Qin Zi'ang?

Feng Yi frowned, having never heard of this Qin Zi'ang before.

The boy answered.

"It's the boy who stopped you earlier."

After hearing what the boy said, Feng Yi realized that Qin Ziang was the pretty boy from the Hunter Club.

He secretly vowed that if anything happened to Zhang Yu, he would make Qin Ziang pay for his crime in blood.

"I've told you everything I know, can you let me go now?"

At this moment, the boy's pitiful voice came, and he looked as humble as could be.

If Feng Yi asked him to eat shit right now, he wouldn't hesitate for a second.

His only thought right now is to survive.

"You can leave now."

Feng Yi said softly.

The boy felt relieved and scrambled towards a door in the distance, afraid that Feng Yi might change his mind at any moment.

Just as he was about to push open the door and go in, he felt a chill down his back and froze on the spot.

He turned his head with difficulty, his face full of confusion.

"Why...why...did you say you would let me go?"

puff!

Feng Yi drew the Ningxue Sword, and the boy's body seemed to have all its strength drained away, collapsing to the ground.

The boy's body convulsed on the ground, and blood stained the ground red.

His eyes were wide open, staring straight at Feng Yi, as if he wanted an answer.

Feng Yi didn't even glance at him, stepped over him, pushed open the door, and went inside.

His voice slowly drifted back the moment Feng Yi's figure disappeared.

"I'm sorry, I was just kidding."

The boy seemed to have heard it; his eyes were filled with resentment and bitterness.

Gradually, his body stopped convulsing, and he stopped breathing altogether.

After passing through this passage, Feng Yi arrived at an identical square.

The reason he didn't turn back was because the pit was too deep, and he wasn't a Heavenly-level expert who could fly through the air.

We have no choice but to find other ways out.

Zhang Yu didn't have much time left; he had to get back as soon as possible to find Qin Zi'ang and get the antidote.

Looking at the dozen or so doors in front of him, Feng Yi could only choose one to enter based on his intuition.

After passing through nine identical squares, Feng Yi discovered a different door.

The other doors didn't have any special patterns, but this door had blood-red runes on it.

As soon as Feng Yi placed his hand on the door, he immediately felt a cold touch that stung his hand.

This made him even more interested in what was at the doorway.

Enduring the icy pain, Feng Yi pushed the door forcefully, only to find that it wouldn't budge an inch.

After a moment of contemplation, Feng Yi gathered his star power in his palm and placed his hand on the door.

Instantly, he felt the star power being absorbed by the door, and the blood-red runes on the door were slowly emitting a bewitching red light.

Seeing this, Feng Yi increased the star power in his palm, and the door was like a bottomless pit, greedily absorbing the star power in Feng Yi's body.

Fortunately, Feng Yi had the existence of the Big Dipper Space, and a large amount of star power fell from Dongming Star and Yinyuan Star, quickly replenishing the star power in Feng Yi's body.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been drained dry by this door long ago.

Even if a Heavenly-level expert were to come, it might not be able to feed this creature to its fill.

Only Feng Yi can be said to possess almost unlimited star power.

Time passed slowly, and the blood-red light on the door grew brighter.

Click!

As the sound of a lock being unlocked was heard, the door stopped absorbing Feng Yi's star power.

Feng Yi pushed the door open easily this time.

As soon as he entered, Feng Yi was stunned.

There was no passage behind the door, but a stone chamber.

What stunned Feng Yi was that there was a stone platform in the middle of the stone chamber, on which floated a yellowed piece of paper.

It looks like it's been around for quite a while.

The paper was covered with dense writing, but Feng Yi couldn't understand a single word.

It is neither the script of China nor the script currently used on Earth.

These words are obscure and difficult to understand; they are completely incomprehensible.

Feng Yi carefully reached out, wanting to take off the yellowed paper and examine it carefully.

But the moment his hand touched the paper, it instantly transformed into starlight and drifted into his body.

"this......"

Feng Yi was dumbfounded, not understanding what was going on.

At that moment, he felt an unbearable pain in his head.

It sounded like someone was chanting scriptures in his mind, but he couldn't understand them at all.

His mind felt like it was about to explode.

"what!"

Feng Yi couldn't bear the pain any longer and cried out.

Then he put his hands on his head, knelt on the ground, and frantically banged his head against the stone platform, trying to relieve the pain.

Gradually, Feng Yi fainted from the pain.