Chapter 10: Hysterical Laughter After Death!
After killing the guard, John’s heart pounded violently against his ribs, its frantic rhythm echoing in his ears like war drums.
His breath came in sharp, controlled bursts—each inhalation steady despite the adrenaline surging through his veins.
The forest around him blurred as he sprinted, branches whipping at his arms and legs, the underbrush crunching beneath his hurried footsteps.
The scent of damp earth and pine filled his nose, mingling with the metallic tang of blood still clinging to his hands.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, stinging his eyes, but his body showed no signs of exhaustion.
Thanks to his mastery of Level Five Breathing techniques, his lungs processed oxygen with inhuman efficiency, fueling his muscles with relentless stamina.
Beyond that, his Bone Refinement Realm cultivation fortified his physique—every sinew, every bone reinforced to withstand strain far beyond mortal limits.
His legs carried him effortlessly, each stride devouring the distance between him and safety.
He didn’t slow until the earth beneath him gave way to the roar of rushing water.
Before him stretched a wide, churning river, its currents fierce and unrelenting.
The water glistened under the pale moonlight, its surface broken by jagged ripples as it carved its way through the wilderness.
From where he stood, the opposite bank seemed at least twenty meters away—a formidable obstacle for any ordinary man.