C10 Strength(2)

Wang Yufei was considered nothing more than trash, a stain on his family's honor, and a disgrace to his sect. Yet, Wang Shaofeng, the pride of the clan and the designated heir to its legacy, was soundly defeated by someone deemed worthless like Yufei.

Despite suspicions of a sneak attack and the assistance of Zhang Tianmeng, Shaofeng struggled to come to terms with his defeat. The crowd was hushed once again, but only for a moment before a buzz of conversation broke out.

"Oh my god, am I seeing things? How did Yufei pull that off? Did anyone catch how he made his move?" The speaker, who was known for bullying Yufei, would often mock him to his face, calling him useless. But now, he felt a sense of relief, his back soaked with cold sweat, grateful that he hadn't sought out Yufei for trouble that day. Inwardly, he knew he owed Shaofeng a debt of gratitude.

Had Shaofeng not been the one to confront Yufei, he might now be the one lying on the ground, struggling for breath.

"I didn't see how Yufei made his move either. From now on, it's best we steer clear of him. Otherwise, our end will be nothing short of tragic," another disciple said, his voice quivering with fear.

Yufei withdrew his arm with cool detachment, the once potent energy of his Thunderbolt Hand now vanished. The hair on his arm and the distinctive pattern had disappeared as well, leaving it indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person.

Yufei approached the prone figure of Shaofeng with a detached expression, stepping onto his handsome face with one foot. "Even a cornered rabbit will fight back. From now on, you'd best not provoke me, or you won't be so fortunate. You should be thanking Wang Chunlan," Yufei stated plainly.

If not for Wang Chunlan's presence today, Yufei's actions would have gone beyond mere rib injuries for Shaofeng. He might have been erased from this world altogether, and despite any backlash from the clan, Yufei was prepared to take that step to quell the resentment burning within him.

Wang Shaofeng coughed harshly, attempting to speak, but as he opened his mouth, he expelled a large mouthful of blood, complete with a dislodged tooth – a pitiful sight indeed.

The onlookers fell silent, including Wang Shaofeng's own cronies, who kept their distance, wary of falling victim to Wang Yufei's wrath. It was laughable; if Wang Shaofeng couldn't stand up to Yufei, what chance would his flunkies have other than to seal their own fates?

Wang Yufei paid no mind to Wang Shaofeng, who lay on the ground spitting blood. With a cold expression, he made his way to the cultivation room. Today, he was determined to master the Berserk Jinglong technique, as he currently lacked any skills to fall back on.

The mockers were already a distant memory to Yufei. After all, mere mockery paled in comparison to the power of skills and techniques. Upon entering the cultivation room, Yufei sat down cross-legged and commenced his training.

It was only then that the crowd outside sprang into action, swiftly carrying Wang Shaofeng away. They believed the sect should be informed of the incident so that Yufei could face the harshest of repercussions, even though they were clueless about how Yufei had so thoroughly bested Shaofeng.

They were well aware of Shaofeng's significant status within the sect. His master, Old Man Witherwood, was notoriously overprotective of his disciples, allowing them to harass others but never tolerating any harm to come to them. So, with a sense of schadenfreude, they eagerly anticipated Old Man Witherwood's retribution against Yufei, even hoping for a fatal outcome. Of course, Yufei was oblivious to their desires.

Yufei had activated a skill experience card that quintupled his learning speed. While others might need half a month to cultivate a skill, Yufei, with the accelerated experience card, rapidly assimilated various techniques into his mind.

It was like watching a fast-forwarded film; time sped up and slowed down until, after several hours, Yufei's eyes snapped open. He unleashed a punch against the cultivation room's wall, which immediately bore the marks of his power with several distinct cracks.

The ground itself began to tremble. Wang Yufei inhaled sharply, impressed by the formidable power of the Asura Berserk skill. This skill not only boasted immense strength but also had the unique advantage of harnessing the body's own pain. The greater the pain endured, the more it could awaken the meridians throughout the body, concentrating all the latent power into a single, devastating punch capable of scattering an enemy's soul.

Wang Yufei was pleasantly surprised to discover he had ascended from a four-star warrior to a five-star warrior. This indicated that his true strength had reached the level of a five-star warrior. However, Wang Yufei recognized this as a temporary, illusory boost, a minor realm that could be misleadingly perceived as genuine progress.

To put it simply, using the Asura Berserk skill allowed Wang Yufei's strength to surge by one minor realm. Conversely, without the skill, his strength would revert to that of a four-star warrior. This realization reignited Wang Yufei's excitement.

It was the first time Wang Yufei had encountered a skill capable of elevating one's level of cultivation. As dusk approached, he took a moment to solidify his cultivation before stepping out of the training room once more.

From a distance, Wang Yufei was astonished to see that Wang Chunlan had not left. He felt a twinge of surprise, for in this world, his deepest attachment was to Wang Xianglan.

"Brother, you need to leave quickly," she urged. "Here are a few silver coins. Take them and find a safe place to hide. Once you're settled, get in touch with me. Whenever I have money, I'll send it to you immediately."

In this world where strength reigned supreme, most transactions were conducted with gold or silver coins. One gold coin was worth a hundred silver coins. Naturally, for the wealthy, the rules were different. If one possessed cultivation stones, a single stone could fetch a hundred gold coins. Wang Yufei was well aware that these few gold coins likely represented all of Wang Xianglan's savings. Despite being acknowledged by the sect and receiving monthly cultivation resources, Wang Xianglan had exhausted her resources at the start of each month to awaken her innate talent. Wang Yufei understood that Wang Xianglan's insistence on him finding refuge was driven by the fact that he had injured Wang Shaofeng.

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