Chapter Ninety-Three: Taking Revenge in Person

If Wang Tianhai had previously represented a piece of iron heated red-hot, then the old man before Xiao Ye now resembled a surging tide, pressing him relentlessly in waves.

Xiao Ye raised a hand and blocked the old man’s attack. Watching the man’s assault, he decided to test him rather than strike directly.

He wanted to see where the old man’s limits lay.

The old man drove out a punch. A cold glint flashed through Xiao Ye’s eyes as he met it head-on and deflected it. The old man clearly felt the terrifying force in Xiao Ye’s body.

Without giving Xiao Ye time to react, the old man threw a second punch. He intended to crush him through sheer physical strength.

Watching the old man’s fists swing ceaselessly, Xiao Ye remained calm and composed. The attacks were fierce and had indeed caused him some trouble, but everything was still under control.

As he continued his assault, the old man gradually began to run out of strength. Not only was the young man before him considerably stronger, but his age was even more astonishing.

With the final punch, the two separated in an instant. Fine beads of sweat appeared on the old man’s forehead, and both his hands trembled faintly.

“Normally, a man would be dead by now. It seems I really am old.”

Looking at the disheveled Xiao Ye before him, the old man thought this in silence.

Xiao Ye had not truly been affected. He had allowed himself to take the blows in order to test the old man. Though the old man’s strength was inferior to his own, his abilities were still not to be underestimated.

Hidden behind them, Zhang Hao watched anxiously. In his eyes, the two had merely exchanged punches, neither suffering any real injury.

Seeing the grave expression on Xiao Ye’s face, Zhang Hao grew excited and shouted, “Kill him quickly, Uncle-Master! Avenge me!”

The old man ignored him completely, his heart growing heavier.

Looking at the old man before him, Xiao Ye suddenly began to laugh.

His expression was more savage and feverish than anything the old man had ever seen. The faintly sinister tone of his voice sent a chill through the old man.

“We’re finally done trading blows. Now it’s my turn, isn’t it?”

The moment Xiao Ye finished speaking, his figure vanished.

Zhang Hao had not yet seen what happened, but the old man understood immediately.

In an instant, wild winds erupted between the two. A powerful aura burst from beside the old man, nearly knocking Zhang Hao to the ground.

When he looked again, Xiao Ye had somehow become entangled with the old man.

The force just now had been created by their collision.

Xiao Ye had concealed his aura all along. Only now had he unleashed it completely.

The old man managed to block the attack, but certainly not with ease. He had expended eighty percent of his strength to withstand it, and pain radiated from the place where the fist had struck.

The attack had cost him far too much.

“Wait!”

The old man instinctively spoke, hoping to steady himself.

But Xiao Ye had no intention of giving him the chance. Before the words had even faded, an even more powerful attack crashed down.

After several breaths, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen rounds.

Xiao Ye grew stronger with every moment. The old man, by contrast, was vomiting blood and could no longer withstand his attacks.

In these exchanges, Xiao Ye had unleashed eighty percent of his strength. Now that he had grasped the old man’s level, he would show no further mercy.

The old man was powerful, but even so, he had failed to draw out Xiao Ye’s true strength. Perhaps the only person capable of bringing out Xiao Ye at his strongest was Xiao Ye himself.

“That’s enough! Let’s stop here. If this continues, one of us will die. We’ll end it now!”

The old man sighed. It was difficult to admit, but he had accepted the reality before him.

He had come only to teach Xiao Ye a lesson.

But now that his own life was under threat, he naturally had no desire to continue.

Xiao Ye said nothing. The fervor in his eyes burned even more intensely, and without a word, he drove another punch toward the old man.

“You brat, can’t you understand plain speech?”

“I admit that you’re strong. Continuing like this will do neither of us any good. Don’t you understand?”

The old man was growing furious. Xiao Ye had clearly lost himself in the fight.

Though he was inferior in overall realm, there was no guarantee that he could not kill Xiao Ye. Yet the young man showed no fear at all.

Xiao Ye remained unmoved. More and more force surged through his arm. Seeing that words would not sway him, the old man prepared to fight to mutual destruction.

He gathered every ounce of strength into his battered arm, intending to use a lesser force to redirect a greater one and kill Xiao Ye outright.

Naturally, the physical impact this would inflict on him would be tremendous, but he had already prepared himself.

Xiao Ye’s fist came whistling through the air, accompanied by a sound resembling the roar of a beast.

The old man was secretly delighted. This should be Xiao Ye’s strongest strike.

He swiftly set himself in position and waited for the attack.

He had mentally rehearsed this desperate technique countless times, overlooking no detail.

It was simply that no one had ever forced him to use it. To suddenly find himself in such a situation stirred something within him.

The punch arrived with overwhelming force, but something entirely unexpected happened.

Xiao Ye’s fist was far more powerful than he had imagined. The punch reached him as expected, yet the old man was utterly unprepared.

The force was like a siege engine, unstoppable as it shattered the old man’s defenses in an instant. In the blink of an eye, his entire body seemed to collapse and burst apart.

Looking at Xiao Ye, the old man suddenly remembered something.

Many years ago, when he still had a master, that master had taught him a single sentence:

“The path of martial arts has no end.”

Unfortunately, he had been too young then to understand its meaning. Only after becoming a master himself, earning great respect, and finding no rival in the mortal world did he come to understand. The lofty wall forged from his pride had imprisoned him completely.

It was only after meeting Xiao Ye that he truly comprehended his master’s words.

But by then, his pride had already crumbled along with his life.

The old man slowly fell to the ground. The flesh where Xiao Ye had struck him was mangled beyond recognition, and the original structure of his body could no longer be discerned.

Xiao Ye’s strength had been simply outrageous. The old man’s body could not be called invulnerable, but it had been tempered through countless trials, and ordinary attacks could not harm it. Yet this single blow had shattered every bone in his body.

Xiao Ye returned to his normal state. His clothes were in tatters. The old man had indeed forced him to pay a certain price, but fortunately, he had still managed to kill him.

Behind the tree, Zhang Hao was completely stunned. The shock this time was even greater than before.

Just what level of strength did this Xiao Ye possess?