C28 Fight!

Zhan Tianming's palm trembled as true qi gushed out of it.

After that, he stomped his feet on the ground and rushed out towards Zhang Yong.

Without any warning, his palm flew out again.

Bang!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, a palm and a fist collided.

Zhan Tianming flew backward and crashed into the ground, giving rise to a cloud of dust.

Puff!

Fresh blood sprayed out, dyeing his clothes red.

Zhan Tianming held one hand to his chest, feeling the blood in his chest churning. He was in an extremely uncomfortable position, but he continued to glare at Zhang Yong, his eyes filled with anger.

Slapping his palm on the ground, Zhan Tianming sprang up without caring about his injuries.

Nine Dragons Step!

His figure moved like lightning.

"Proud Dragon Repents!"

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to trigger the double power or garroting effect.

Unfortunately, it still wasn't able to trigger double the power, or even a garrote effect.

However, Zhan Tianming did not care about all that.

The dragon-shaped true qi whizzed out.

When Zhang Yong saw Zhan Tianming rushing towards him with a fighting intent that reached the high heavens, he couldn't help but frown. Looking at his resilience, Zhang Yong's expression went through a multitude of changes.

Finally, his eyes revealed a trace of coldness.

Ka-cha!

He clenched his fist, and a wave of true qi gushed out of his dantian. The true qi enveloped his fist, giving it a greenish hue; then, his fist flew towards its target.

Bang!

Boom!

Puff!

The fist and palm clashed, and Zhan Tianming spat out another mouthful of blood as he was sent flying.

He slammed heavily onto the ground.

The punch was so strong that Zhan Tianming coughed out vital qi and blood nonstop with a flushed face.

"Master, don't be rash." Little Purple sent a sound transmission.

Zhan Tianming glared at Zhang Yong, clenched his fists, and rushed towards Zhang Yong again.

Whoosh!

As swift as the wind, he made his way towards Zhang Yong.

The anger... he just couldn't contain or control his anger.

It was overflowing; the anger was overwhelming his very being.

Mu Hai was dead—someone had beaten him to death. Liu Yu was missing—someone had kidnapped him.

All the evidence pointed at Zhang Yong.

Zhang Tianming had long since decided that he wouldn't stop even if death stood in front of him. He didn't have an ounce of fear towards death and wouldn't care even if this fight was his last fight.

Fight!

'Will I still be the godly player Zhan Tianming if I fear death?'

'I, the king of PvP games, have never been afraid of a fight.'

"Proud Dragon Repents!"

"Ding dong! You've triggered the doubling effect!"

Zhan Tianming struck out his palm, and an even stronger palm strike rushed towards Zhang Yong.

Zhan Tianming was a trained fighter, no doubt. But even he couldn't remain calm when he saw the true qi in Zhan Tianming's palm double within seconds.

As he faced this danger, his eyes shone brightly.

Suddenly, he turned around and tried to dodge Zhan Tianming's palm strike.

"Nine Dragons Step!"

Zhan Tianming executed a series of footwork while being in the air. He used his own right leg as a stepping tool and stepped on it with his left leg. This gave him a boost, and he was able to change his direction midair. Now, his palm strike was again targeted on Zhang Yong, who had already dodged it once.

Soon, the Proud Dragon Repents struck its target.

"Humph!"

Zhang Yong let out a cold snort.

Suddenly, the true qi in his entire body rushed out.

He never thought that the palm strike Zhan Tianming unleashed would actually make him tremble a bit.

What kind of palm technique was this?

What kind of palm technique was this?

"Mountain Collapsing Fist!"

Boom!

Rip! Rip!

Riiip!

The moment Zhang Yong's fist and Zhan Tianming's palm collided, their sleeves literally exploded off their arms and flew everywhere.

Tap, tap, tap!

Zhan Tianming was forced five steps back.

Tap, tap!

Zhang Yong took two steps back.

The surroundings were completely silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Everyone's eyes were fixated on Zhan Tianming.

"True qi?"

"Am I seeing things? Zhan Tianming can actually use true qi?"

"Impossible, this is simply impossible."

"This can't true qi, right? Wouldn't that mean he is the same as village chief, a Martial Practioner? Only Martial Practitioners can cultivate true qi. As for Zhan Tianming... Wasn't Zhan Tianming not even a Martial Disciple a few days back?"

"The village chief is a one-star Martial Practitioner. Had Zhan Tianming is defeated, it would mean he isn't a Martial Practitioner."

"Yes, what Zhan Tianming used just now was definitely not a true qi!"

"…"

With the appearance of a plausible excuse, the shock in their hearts gradually calmed down.

Right now, no one thought about the third strike.

With that palm strike, he almost ended the confrontation with a draw.

Why was no one talking about the third strike then? Well, that was simply unbelievable to them.

As for Zhang Yong, he was extremely shocked.

Although he didn't even use half of his strength for that punch, it was still a nine-star Martial Practitioner's punch. Despite that, he had to hide his hands behind his back. That hand he used to punch out was trembling, and he just couldn't control it.

Moreover, he was clearer than anyone that it was indeed true qi Zhan Tianming used.

Zhang Yong saw it clearly. Zhan Tianming had the strength of a seven-star Martial Disciple.

"How is this possible?"

"This little bastard actually has such strength?"

"Moreover, the aura coming from his body is that of a seven-star Martial Disciple, yet he can use true qi."

"Zhan family..."

"Is this the bloodline power of the Zhan family?"

"No, that's not right."

Zhang Yong shook his head.

"This little bastard will be only sixteen tomorrow. And the Zhan family's genealogy records have no reports of anyone activating their Bloodline Power at the age of sixteen. But..."

"If that power earlier wasn't from the Zhan family's Bloodline Power, then what was it?"

Zhang Yong couldn't wrap his head around it.

However, he was soon overjoyed.

He was here to be in charge of monitoring Zhan Tianming. The more outstanding and unique Zhan Tianming's performance was, the more valuable the information he could report to them. At that time, he would receive more generous rewards.

'I've struck it rich! I've struck it rich this time!'

Zhang Yong never thought that he would actually make such an important discovery.

'That's great!'

Just as Zhang Yong was rejoicing inwardly, Zhan Tianming took another step forward.

His eyes were still filled with fighting spirit.

However, he did not attack again.

He currently possessed the strength of a seven-star Martial Disciple. Before the fight, he had 750 points of true qi.

The first three strikes of Proud Dragon Repents cost him 600 points of true qi.

Now, he was only left with 150 points in true qi.

That was... just not enough, sadly.

Furthermore, even Proud Dragon Repents with double power did not kill Zhang Yong. It only dealt four-digit damage to him, which was not much as Zhang Yong's HP was 70,000.

No matter how he used the remaining 150 points of true qi, he wouldn't be able to kill Zhang Yong.

Although Zhan Tianming was furious, he was still clear-headed.

This was the calmness he had obtained while playing games with other players in his previous life.

No matter the circumstances, he maintained his calm.

Even when he was angry, he was alert.

Moreover, just now, when Zhang Yong lost several thousand HP points, his body actually lit up.

In that instant, golden light scattered in all directions.

Boss!

It was indeed a Boss, and it should be a Hidden Boss.

'Kill... I must find a way to kill him.'

'But not now...'

Zhan Tianming endured; he had to endure.

Looking at Zhan Tianming, who was filled with fighting spirit, Zhang Yong retracted the happiness that filled his heart and said with a gloomy face, "Hmph! Zhan Tianming, what are you doing? If not for the fact that you are going to participate in the village chief assessment tomorrow, I would have killed you just now!"

"Zhang Yong!"

Zhan Tianming was not afraid at all and looked straight at Zhang Yong.

"Where did you hide Dog Egg?"

Zhang Yong was startled. "Dog Egg?"

Then, he came to a realization and said, "Are you talking about Liu Yu? Why would I hide him? "

"Zhang Yong, stop bullshitting me! I already came back as promised. However, not only is Third Uncle Mu dead, but even Dog Egg is missing. Don't tell me this has nothing to do with you!" Zhan Tianming said angrily.

"That's right! What you said indeed has something to do with me." Zhang Yong nodded.

Hearing this, all the villagers were startled.

Zhan Tianming was also startled.

He never thought that Zhang Yong would actually admit to it so easily.

Just... what was happening?