Chapter 120 : Chapter 120
Chapter 120. The Berserk Surge Shows Its Might!
“Workshop Master Xu, whatever you do, do not meet him head-on!”
Seeing the situation, Xiao Han shouted urgently.
But Xu Yuan seemed not to hear him at all.
Amid He Feng’s relentless assault, he kept weaving and dodging, his movement erratic and elusive, like a fallen leaf dancing in a violent gale.
It looked as though danger surrounded him at every turn, yet each time, at the very last instant, he narrowly avoided the blow.
Feng's brows gradually drew together. The boy’s movement technique was actually far more exquisite than he had imagined.
He had clearly only just entered the six-meridian level, yet his footwork was so refined that it seemed as though he had immersed himself in it for many years.
What alarmed him even more was that although the other man was dodging, his gaze remained terrifyingly calm, as if he were waiting for something.
‘What is he waiting for? Is he waiting for my strength to run dry? Or...’
A warning suddenly rose in He Feng’s heart. No, he could not drag this out any longer.
A harsh glint flashed through his eyes. His palm technique suddenly changed, shifting from swift to heavy, and when he struck out, it carried a faint sound of wind and thunder!
Xu Yuan’s expression changed slightly.
He could not dodge this palm strike!
He made his decision at once. The qi and blood throughout his body surged madly as he crossed both arms before himself in defense.
Boom!!
A deafening impact exploded outward.
Xu Yuan was blasted backward seven or eight steps in a row, his feet gouging two deep furrows into the ground.
He steadied himself and lowered his head to look at his arms.
The sleeves of his dark-patterned white robe had been shattered by the force, exposing the silver-gray sheen of the skin beneath. Several faint red marks had appeared on it, but not even the skin had broken.
The Iron Garment Art had held.
Feng's pupils contracted sharply. He knew better than anyone how heavy that palm had been.
If an ordinary six-meridian martial artist had taken it head-on, the least they would have suffered would be cracked bones and torn sinews. Yet this boy before him had merely been driven back seven or eight steps?
“So this is what you are relying on?” Feng said coldly. “Your external martial art is indeed impressive, but do you think that alone is enough to withstand me?”
Xu Yuan lowered his arms, flexed his slightly numb wrists, and suddenly smiled. “Workshop Master He, are you done yet?”
Feng frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You have thrown so many moves already. I have been dodging the entire time. Now...” Xu Yuan drew a deep breath, and a terrifying light suddenly burst from his eyes. “It is my turn.”
Before his words had even finished, he stomped down hard!
Boom!
The ground exploded into a shallow crater, and Xu Yuan shot toward He Feng like a cannonball, so fast that he was actually three parts faster than He Feng had been earlier!
Feng's expression changed, and by instinct he struck out with a palm.
Bang!
Their palms collided, and a savage force far more violent than before came crashing through. Feng was actually driven back a full step!
How was that possible?!
His pupils shrank as he stared at Xu Yuan in utter disbelief.
Xu Yuan’s qi and blood surged around him like a tidal wave. Beneath his skin, a faint red glow flowed in subtle currents, and his entire body radiated a violent, dangerous aura.
“This is—”
Before He Feng could finish speaking, Xu Yuan’s attack had already come crashing down like a storm!
One punch. Two punches. Three punches.
Every punch carried astonishing force. Every punch was heavier and faster than the one before it!
Caught completely off guard by the sudden burst of savagery, He Feng could only struggle to defend himself as he was driven back step by step.
Chen Donghai watched from the side in complete shock.
The Xu Yuan who had fought him just now and the Xu Yuan before his eyes now were like two entirely different people!
That violent momentum, that terrifying power—how could this possibly be someone who had only just entered the six-meridian level?
Xiao Han was equally stunned.
He rubbed his eyes, wondering whether he had seen it wrong.
Who was He Feng? He was a six-meridian expert long famous throughout the Level Three zone, the kind of figure who had heavily wounded him within only a few moves.
And yet now, he was actually being beaten down by Xu Yuan?!
“Damn...”
Xiao Han muttered, “What kind of monster has shown up here?”
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the more He Feng fought, the more alarmed he became.
How had this boy’s strength suddenly skyrocketed so drastically?
Every punch was as heavy as a mountain, as though he could fight forever without tiring.
He tried several times to counterattack, but the other man’s speed was terrifyingly fast and gave him no opportunity at all!
‘No. If this keeps going...’
Grinding his teeth, He Feng put everything into a single palm strike, then used the rebounding force to shoot backward, trying to open up some distance.
But Xu Yuan clung to him like a shadow, giving him no chance to catch his breath at all!
“Workshop Master He, and now you want to leave?” Xu Yuan’s voice sounded by his ear, carrying a trace of mockery.
Feng whipped his head around in horror, only to see that Xu Yuan had already caught up and was throwing a punch straight at his face!
In haste, he twisted aside to dodge, but the force of the punch still brushed his cheek. A burning pain flared across it, and a layer of skin was torn away.
Feng's expression changed completely, thoughts flashing through his mind.
The wind is too strong. Time to run!
The instant that thought arose, he turned without hesitation, drove his movement technique with all his strength, and shot away into the depths of the night!
Seeing this, Chen Donghai did not say a single word. He turned and ran as well.
“Workshop Master He has also lived decades in vain. Even fighting a junior like me is enough to frighten you into fleeing?”
Xu Yuan landed, but did not pursue. Instead, he threw back at He Feng the very words the man had used earlier to rebuke Xiao Han.
In the distance, He Feng heard it clearly. His retreating figure even seemed to stumble slightly.
At that moment, Xiao Han walked over. Hearing those words, warmth first stirred in his heart, only to be replaced at once by astonishment. He stared in disbelief and cried out,
“Workshop Master Xu, you... you actually beat He Feng into running away?!”
Xu Yuan waved a hand, breathing a little harder now. “Only by luck. He underestimated me.”
That violent power was already receding rapidly from within his body, replaced by an intense sense of weakness.
He breathed lightly and checked the condition of his body.
More than half his qi and blood had been spent, but it was not enough to damage his foundations. The situation was still acceptable.
“Underestimated you?”
Xiao Han’s eyes widened, and he blurted out, “His underestimating you made him flee in utter panic? Stop being modest. If I had gone up against those few strikes just now, I would have been flat on the ground within three moves!”
Xu Yuan smiled and did not explain further.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. That faint silver-gray sheen was still there, though it had dimmed somewhat compared to before.
The aftereffects of the berserk power remained, but they were lighter than he had expected.
‘One minute. Just right.’ He silently calculated the timing in his heart.
If the fight had dragged on any longer, and the berserk power had faded before victory was decided, the outcome would have been impossible to predict.
“Come on. Let us go back and treat your injuries.”
Xu Yuan supported Xiao Han, and the two of them headed toward the rear together.
Along the way, Xiao Han saw that Xu Yuan still seemed to have some strength left, and though he clearly wanted to ask why he had not pursued, in the end he said nothing.
As for the reason... Perhaps it was because he feared the other side might launch a desperate counterattack.
Or perhaps... because he was afraid of breaking the balance that still barely held for now.
After all, in the Level Three zone, there had not yet been a single case of a Workshop Master dying in battle. The moment Xu Yuan made the first move and shattered that balance, it would drag the other Workshop Masters into deeper waters as well.
At that point, Xu Yuan might bask in glory for a time, but he would likely also face exclusion and hostility.
Thinking of that, Xiao Han shook his head inwardly.
Given Xu Yuan’s way of doing things, that really did seem like exactly the sort of choice he would make.