The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 116 - 100: Boxing Matchup

Chapter 116: Chapter 100: Boxing Matchup

Danger, extreme danger.

"Scatter and run."

At this moment, Wang Jian’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably as he watched Yang Ye lunging toward him. Without the slightest hesitation, he sprinted in one direction, trying to break through the encirclement and seek a sliver of chance to survive.

If he could manage to escape, he might even draw some people away, buying a little time for Li Yi and Chen Hao.

But could he really do it?

Yang Ye was a cultivator from the Inspiration Realm, a whole level higher than him.

He didn’t know.

Right now, Wang Jian dared not even think about it; all he could do was exert all his strength to face this deadly crisis head-on.

"Wang Jian, don’t bother trying to flee. This time you’re dead for sure," said someone coldly.

Immediately, two drifters who had awakened their Spirit Medium power charged at him head-on. They didn’t aim to kill Wang Jian but hoped to intercept him temporarily.

"Get out of my way!" Wang Jian’s eyes bulged with rage as he bellowed, attempting to push back the two men in the shortest time possible.

"Eye witness!"

These two drifters were quite sly, choosing not to clash head-on for fear of a frenzied counterattack from Wang Jian, the investigator, possibly dragging them down with him. So, attacking from a distance with Eye witness was the safest method.

Wang Jian, intent only on escaping, was caught off guard and struck by the combined Eye witness of the two men in an instant.

Buzz, buzz!

His head spun, and he was suddenly blinded.

This intense discomfort made Wang Jian stagger, almost falling to the ground, but fortunately, he quickly recovered, shook his head, and stabilized his stance.

Although the Eye witness didn’t harm him, it had indeed disrupted his attempt to escape.

The next moment.

A towering figure had already struck.

Wang Jian’s face changed drastically, and he instinctively looked back.

"Bang!"

A loud noise.

Wang Jian felt a powerful force slam fiercely into his chest, followed by a gush of fresh blood, and he flew backward like a broken kite, eventually crashing heavily to the ground.

Pain, weakness, helplessness.

Clamping his teeth together, his mouth full of blood, Wang Jian struggled to stand.

But soon, Yang Ye strode over, a cold smile playing at his lips as he stepped on Wang Jian’s head, preventing him from turning over. "So, the bones of an investigator aren’t as hard as I thought. Can’t even take one punch, huh? But don’t rush; after I kill you, I’ll send Li Yi on his way next, ensuring your team leaves together."

"Wang Jian!"

Seeing this, Li Yi was filled with raging fury, wishing he could leap forward immediately and rescue Wang Jian.

"Still got time to worry about others? Take care of yourself first," came a sinister voice. At this moment, the drifter known as Knife had already attacked, raising his leg to deliver a lethal blow aimed directly at Li Yi’s head.

The strength of an Inspiration Realm cultivator was astonishing, the force of the kick whistling through the air, and if it connected, Li Yi’s head would instantly burst, leaving no chance of survival.

Unlike Wang Jian, who chose to scatter and run, Li Yi knew he couldn’t escape. Everyone here was watching him, intent on his life. Therefore, he resolved to stay and fight, a martial artist never cowers from an enemy, for doing so would only hasten defeat.

"Kill!"

At this moment, Li Yi’s Qi-Blood boiled, and he roared like a fierce beast released from its cage.

His evolved, robust physique suddenly unleashed a terrifying strength, this power coalescing into a fist and instinctively delivering a martial technique handed down through generations.

Half-step Breaking Fist!

Bang!

The Fist Power exploded, like thunder, making chests feel stifled.

Fist met leg.

In just an instant, the two forces collided, sending Jin Qi scattering all around, kicking up a cloud of dust in the surroundings.

This moment.

Knife’s expression changed instantly, as a severe pain shooting through his thigh alerted him to something wrong.

He quickly retracted his body, stepping back seven or eight meters before he could finally stop.

Knife looked down at his thigh.

A clear Fist Mark was indented in his thigh, having crushed the flesh and shattered the bone. Had it not been for his superior physical condition compared to Li Yi, this punch could have completely crippled his leg.

"Good, good, good technique! No wonder Yang Ye was so wary of you, even willing to offend the investigation bureau to have me come and kill you. Fortunately, you’ve only awakened your Spirit Medium. If you had reached the Inspiration Realm, my dozen men might all have been killed by you," Knife said with a grimace of pain despite his mocking laughter.

Li Yi’s fist was bloodied, his eyes cold with undiminished intent to kill, though his arm felt slightly numb.

His fist was powerful, but his physical condition was inferior to his opponent’s, which meant the impact had some effect on him.

However, unlike the last time he clashed with that Inspiration Realm cultivator named Chen Xiangxi, the impact was within a bearable range now. It seemed his recent cultivation had significantly evolved his body. It was just unfortunate he hadn’t yet reached the Inspiration Realm, or he wouldn’t be so passive.

"Even without reaching Inspiration, I might still manage to kill you here," Li Yi growled.

Jin Qi burst from beneath his feet.

Instantly, his whole body surged forward to attack.

Such is the way of a martial artist dedicated to boxing; once a punch thrown, he shows no mercy.

"This guy..." Seeing Li Yi charging to attack on his own, the knife-wielder couldn’t help but feel horrified, a nameless fear inexplicably rising in his heart.

This momentum was like that of a common man in rage, bold enough to splatter blood on an emperor.

"I can’t go head-to-head with this guy, he’s not like the regular Spirit Medium Realm cultivators. If he really gets hold of me, there’s a real chance of capsizing. I’m just here to kill for money, no need to stake my own life, better to let Yang Ye handle it."

Under this pressure, the knife-wielder felt intimidated. Even though he was a realm higher than Li Yi, he still chose to retreat.

"Bang!"

Fist Power exploded.

After clashing teeth against each other briefly, the knife-wielder quickly retreated, and also shouted, "Yang Ye, what’s your situation over there? Have you dealt with Wang Jian yet? Is a Spirit Medium Realm investigator worth that much of your time? Hurry and join me, this Li Yi masters boxing. He’s tough to handle."

"This guy really is trash."

Hearing this shout, Yang Ye couldn’t help but glance and curse silently.

No wonder he’s just a no-good wanderer, possessing the strength of the Inspiration Realm but turns out to be a man who’s fierce outwardly but timid at heart, only bullying the weak and fearing the strong, losing his nerve when it really comes to a fight.

"Cough cough! Stop..."

At that moment, Wang Jian was covered in blood. He reached out desperately and grabbed Yang Ye’s ankle, trying to stop him from going after Li Yi.

"I didn’t want to kill you, but now I have no choice, don’t blame me. If anyone, blame your bad luck for taking this mission."

Yang Ye’s gaze was cold. He was well aware of the consequences of killing an investigator, but he was no longer able to back down now; dragging this out could really lead to trouble.

Clenched fist, a heavy smash.

Bang!

There was a sound of Fist Power echoing, not quite as crisp, but undoubtedly Yang Ye had mastered some aspects of boxing.

Wang Jian took the punch solidly, his head turning to the side abruptly, his eyes bloodied, completely lifeless.

Yang Ye slowly withdrew his blood-stained fist, sneered, and undid a button on his shirt, revealing a muscular and robust chest, then swiftly moved towards Li Yi on the other side.

His figure was tall and burly, and his charge seemed as oppressive as a bear pouncing on its prey.

On the other side, Li Yi was very aware of his situation. If he couldn’t take down this wanderer named Knife-wielder first, he might soon face being encircled by two Inspiration Realm cultivators, which would be even more perilous.

The knife-wielder also saw through Li Yi’s intention.

Having been slightly disadvantaged, he didn’t want to clash head-on with Li Yi anymore, fearing that a careless move might indeed pull him off his horse. So, he simply chose to hover around, confining, ensuring Li Yi couldn’t escape. If he himself capsized, this operation would truly become a joke.

"This guy is stronger than me and yet he dares not confront me directly, opting instead to confine me?" Li Yi also sensed that something was wrong at this point.

This wanderer named Knife-wielder was sneakier than imagined, truly not giving Li Yi any chance at an upturn, only waiting for others to finish off Wang Jian and Chen Hao before concentrating their full strength on him.

"Ah!"

Suddenly.

Just at that moment, a scream echoed not far away.

Chen Hao was being surrounded and attacked by a group of wanderers from the Spirit Medium Realm. Although he fought back fiercely, repelling several of them, he was ultimately overpowered by the sheer number of attackers. Someone seized the opportunity to severely injure him, causing him to fall, bathed in blood and motionless. It was unclear whether he was dead or had just fainted.

But regardless of the specifics, Chen Hao’s situation was definitely dire, and unless something unexpected happened, he would not be getting up again.

Li Yi was drawn by Chen Hao’s screams and subconsciously glanced over, noticing Chen Hao lying bloodied on the ground, which reignited his rage.

Were the three of them really going to be ambushed and killed in the Ruined District today?

"Still daring to be distracted? Seeking death."

A dull voice sounded as Yang Ye’s towering figure rushed forward, taking advantage of Li Yi’s distraction to deliver a punch.

The punch exploded through the air, making a noise.

Fist Power?

Li Yi’s eyelids twitched, and it seemed as if his head had grown eyes on the back, sensing the imminent danger. He raised his hand and met the attack with a punch of his own.

The two punches collided.

The tremendous force sent Li Yi staggering back several steps, his fist mutilated and a sharp pain of fracturing bones emanated.

Yang Ye also took a step back, his grim expression paired with a blood-drenched fist, obviously injured as well.

"This kid, even distracted, he could counterattack precisely. Are his senses so sharp? It looks like he isn’t far from awakening his inspiration. This trip was indeed worth it. This kid is a potential threat, and must be eliminated sooner rather than later. Luckily, I acted early. If I had delayed even a month, no, even half a month, he could have awakened his inspiration, and then I would have really become just a stepping stone for him."

Yang Ye felt a surge of relief, realizing the vast potential of Li Yi. Yang Yilong had completely failed to recognize it.

"Did you actually learn my Boxing Techniques?" Li Yi, sensing the familiar Fist Power, stared coldly at him.

"Your Boxing Techniques? These are the Yang Family’s Techniques." Yang Ye sneered, shamelessly claiming the techniques as his own.

"Yang Yilong taught you, right? It’s just too bad, Yang Yilong himself isn’t proficient, and in his rush to teach you, he should be careful not to harm himself." Li Yi felt immensely fortunate at that moment that he had held back when they had practiced Boxing together.

Otherwise, if Yang Yilong had learned it all, he would undoubtedly die today.

Yang Ye shook his neck, causing a series of cracking sounds, and said casually as he limbered up, "You needn’t worry about that. What I really want to know is, how does it feel to be about to die by your own Boxing Techniques?"

"What it feels like, you’ll understand soon, Yang Ye. Dare to exchange more punches with me?" Li Yi shouted low.

"Afraid of you?" Yang Ye sneered with a fierce grin.

Whatever realm he was in, whatever realm Li Yi was in, even if his own Boxing weren’t as proficient as Li Yi’s, it would still be easy to kill the kid.

"Kill!"

Li Yi roared furiously, swinging his fist to attack. His only chance to win was to make Yang Ye’s latent injury flare up during their exchange, then seizing the opportunity to counterkill.

Yang Ye, unaware of Li Yi’s thoughts, simply snorted heavily and stepped forward to meet him.