Volume Four: Renowned Across the Land Chapter 133: Pre-event Warm-up for the Martial Arts Grand Gathering (2)

Yu Chen’s expression suddenly froze. Damn it, this madman—he wouldn’t dare make a move now, would he? His face darkened as he glanced at Tie Niu beside him and shouted once more, “Tie Niu, are you coming back or not?”

“Senior Brother, you should leave,” Tie Niu replied calmly.

Qin Yang, who had been waiting for Tie Niu to speak, snorted coldly. The Starfall Blade flickered again. “Last time, I spared you by leaving you with one arm. Today, I’ll leave the other arm for you.”

At these words, Yu Chen’s face twisted drastically. His previously calm countenance turned fierce and savage. Gripping his sword with one hand, he surged forward rapidly. His blade moved with the relentlessness of dripping water carving stone, yet it was more like a venomous snake poised to strike.

The Starfall Blade slashed out. Before any other move could be made, Yu Chen ignited his vital blood and swiftly retreated from the battlefield. “Tie Niu, I will report this matter to the higher-ups. Someone will certainly come for you.”

Everyone exchanged glances, bewildered. Was this truly one of the Four Champions? Could a man like this really belong to the Sacred Flame Temple?

Watching the retreating figure, they had wanted to pursue, but seeing so many people gathered here, chasing him down would be an incredibly difficult task.

This encounter with Yu Chen showed he had grown considerably stronger. Next time they met, no one could guarantee his power wouldn’t skyrocket. As long as he lived, he would be a serious problem.

This opportunity was lost, but next time, they would find a way to eliminate him.

Turning to Tie Niu, Qin Yang suddenly laughed heartily. “Haha, Tie Niu, if you don’t have a place to stay, come with me from now on. I can teach you some martial arts.”

“Oh, really?” Tie Niu’s eyes lit up. “Is it the Tyrant Fist?”

“Don’t worry. As long as you want to learn, I can teach you everything.”

The surrounding warriors felt disappointed upon hearing this. They had hoped to recruit Tie Niu, but Qin Yang’s sudden intervention dashed those hopes instantly.

And to receive direct tutelage from Qin Yang—everyone knew how formidable his strength was and how unique his cultivation methods were.

They looked on with envy at Tie Niu, the big, simple-minded fellow who was sure to soar to great heights.

Having witnessed what had just transpired, all eyes fixed warily on Qin Yang, filled with caution. His power was overwhelming. Meanwhile, Wang Kun and the others stepped forward, positioning themselves before Qin Yang like stalwart guardians.

“Brothers, just watch from the sidelines,” Qin Yang said, his battle intent surging, blood boiling within him. His eyes blazed with fire, vowing to fight fiercely till the end.

“Is there anyone else?”

“Is there anyone else?”

“Is there anyone else?”

The voices rolled out like ocean waves, echoing in all directions. Everyone stared at Qin Yang but no one dared to step forward.

Footsteps approached steadily.

“Damn, it’s the Butcher.”

“The Butcher’s here?”

All eyes turned to the middle-aged man before them, shock evident in their gaze. No one knew the Butcher’s real name, but his strength was undeniable. Anyone who made a move against him was mercilessly slaughtered, and he relished in brutal torture.

Qin Yang’s lips curled into a faint smile. The middle-aged man was indeed powerful, a master of the Mystical Profound Realm, wielding a butcher’s cleaver. His weathered face bore no trace of kindness.

“So, you’re the North Sea’s Qin Yang?” the Butcher asked in a low voice. Standing nearly two meters tall, he appeared disheveled—long, messy hair and an untrimmed, lengthy beard.

“Yes, I am Qin Yang.” Qin Yang’s tone was terse, unadorned, his face serious. Though his strength had mostly recovered, a battle against the Butcher was still uncertain.

“Hand over the secret to your strength’s surge, and I will withdraw now,” the Butcher said coldly, his gaze fixed on Qin Yang.

The crowd below erupted. Anyone who demanded this secret from Qin Yang had either perished on the spot or failed miserably. Now the Butcher had come again, clearly intent on seizing it no matter what.

What surprised everyone was that the Butcher, who usually sought no worldly fame or fortune, suddenly made a move against Qin Yang. Why?

“Butcher, if you touch my brother, you better ask my blade first,” a fierce wind sliced through the air. Zhang Kuang from the Heavenly Martial Sect had arrived, much to Qin Yang’s relief. So many friends, aware of his predicament, had come to support him.

Zhang Kuang was as wild as ever, a true martial madman, his battle intent soaring as he glared at the Butcher.

The Butcher didn’t even glance at him, not even lifting an eyelid. Instead, he fixed his serious gaze on Qin Yang, as if silently asking: Do you really need him to intervene?

“I’ll handle this,” Qin Yang said, stepping forward slowly. Wang Kun and Yang Cong tried to stop him but saw from his posture that it was futile. They sighed helplessly.

Ye Meier and Zhang Mengqi looked at Qin Yang, their faces full of worry. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry.”

A gleam of sharpness flashed in the Butcher’s eyes as he sneered coldly. “As expected of the North Sea’s Qin Yang. Since that’s the case, I’ll send you on your way.”

He drew a butcher’s cleaver, its entire blade stained a deep crimson. An aura of terrifying bloodlust filled the air.

The Path of Slaughter.

Feeling the immense aura before him, everyone’s faces changed drastically as they backed away. Qin Yang’s eyes narrowed sharply. He never expected that the Butcher’s comprehension was of the Path of Slaughter. Yet the Butcher’s understanding was even more profound than Qin Yang’s own grasp of the ultimate truth.

The terrifying killing intent radiated outward, the temperature plummeting suddenly. Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar—bitterly cold, eyes wide with terror.

“As expected of the Butcher. His mastery of the Path of Slaughter is unmatched. If he entered a martial competition, he would surely place highly.”

“It’s a pity he’s indifferent to fame and fortune and never participates. I wonder why he suddenly attacked Qin Yang this time.” The crowd murmured anxiously.

Standing firm, Qin Yang allowed the murderous aura to crash against him. This collision deepened his understanding of the Path of Slaughter. His progress had been slow until now; finally meeting such an expert made him laugh heartily.

“Good! Since that’s how it is, then let’s have a proper fight.”

Grasping the Starfall Blade with both hands, his eyes burned with fierce battle intent. His internal energy surged forth like a roaring tide, filled with supreme killing intent. Killing with killing, decisive and ruthless.

Unparalleled in combat.

He charged forward like lightning. Cracks splintered across the ground, growing larger with every step. As his blade swung down, all his battle energy coalesced into one lethal strike.

The Butcher’s face grew stern. He stepped back with his right leg, feet staggered, gripping his butcher’s cleaver tightly. His expression was grave, without a hint of a smile.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The first clash rang out with piercing sounds. This was only the beginning. Both launched their assault simultaneously.

The Path of Slaughter raged—pure and deadly combat. Every move aimed directly at vital points. Though no ultimate techniques were used, it was a contest of skill and endurance. One small mistake could mean death.

The onlookers watched in terror. Such a fierce battle was truly terrifying.

Qin Yang managed to block the Butcher’s terrifying strikes and stepped back, eyes flashing with a strange light. “Thunderblade Scripture.”