The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 117 - 101: Sudden Outbreak of Hidden Injuries (Alliance Leader Bonus: Chivalrous Lazy Lamb)

Chapter 117: Chapter 101: Sudden Outbreak of Hidden Injuries (Alliance Leader Bonus: Chivalrous Lazy Lamb)

Wang Jian was killed, and Chen Hao was covered in blood, his fate uncertain.

Now, only Li Yi was left struggling desperately alone, surrounded by a full ten Spirit Mediums, as well as two Cultivators who had unlocked their inspiration.

This setup was just to deal with him, a newcomer who had only been cultivating for two months.

Should one say the other side was being cautious, or did they simply think too highly of Li Yi?

However, Li Yi was fearless at this moment; as a Martial Artist who practiced boxing, he would not back down as long as he could still punch. Right now, his only option was to fight desperately to see if he could carve out a path to survival.

"Bang!"

His Fist Power exploded. Li Yi roared, howled, unleashing all his strength with each strike being a killing move aimed at eliminating Yang Ye before him, sparing no mercy. At this moment, he resembled a frenzied wild beast, instilling fear in anyone who looked upon him.

Yang Ye was also unafraid, relying on his superior strength and bodily attributes to Li Yi, and also being a master of boxing, he chose to meet force with force.

At that moment, fists collided, Jin Qi was released, and the ferocity of the battle made even the nearby knife retreat a considerable distance, not wanting to be implicated.

"Li Yi is desperate; I don’t want to get dragged into this. Let Yang Ye handle it. If he wins, all is well; if something goes wrong, I’ll act immediately to ensure a flawless end to this encirclement." The knife’s sinister gaze flickered as he observed the battle from the closest distance.

On one hand, it was self-preservation, and on the other, it also posed a latent threat to Li Yi.

If Li Yi showed any weakness, he wouldn’t hesitate to strike.

"This fellow really cannot be treated as an ordinary Spirit Medium Cultivator anymore; he can fight with me to this extent alone, his strength has almost reached the level of the inspiration realm, it’s just that his body hasn’t evolved enough yet, and under this life-and-death struggle, he is vaguely showing signs of unlocking inspiration."

After truly clashing with Li Yi, Yang Ye grew increasingly alarmed. Such a person who could break through in adversity and explode in dire straits was truly frightening.

"Can’t drag this on, even if I take some injuries and risk, I must swiftly end him. If he really uses me as a whetstone and breaks through to the inspiration realm, that would be terrible." At that moment, Yang Ye’s eyes shone as he roared, quickly adjusted his stance, and threw a punch aimed directly at Li Yi’s face with all his Fist Power.

"Cannon Fist."

Li Yi also roared. His entire body tensed like a great bow, every inch of muscle and flesh in his body strained, gathered, and then exploded from his fist.

Only by mobilizing his entire body’s strength could his Fist Power qualify to contend with Yang Ye.

If it weren’t so, he would have been killed by Yang Ye with a punch long ago, and wouldn’t still be standing here battling against him.

"Bang!"

After another collision, Jin Qi was released, and both men had to step back several steps.

"I refuse to believe that I can’t end you, just a mere Spirit Medium, really seeking to upset the natural order?"

Yang Ye was furious, his fists bloodied, his bones having cracked from the repeated clashing, but he endured the severe pain and came at Li Yi again.

"Even in death, I’ll drag you down with me."

Li Yi was also having a hard time; his fists were mangled, bone splinters flying, intense pain numbing him now. If Yang Ye didn’t show any weakness, then he would be worn down alive, given the gap in their realms. Even though his boxing skills could make up for some of it, Yang Ye also knew boxing, which meant the gap between them remained.

"Very well, then let me show you the Yang Family’s Guiding Skill. Dying under the power of two Techniques, you’ll have plenty to boast about on the road to the underworld." Yang Ye roared as he charged again, this time a bit unusual, his hair acting as if under the influence of static electricity, standing on end, his blood-stained white shirt billowing, a dangerous and invisible aura emanating from his body. This aura was invisible to ordinary people, but to a Cultivator, it emitted a halo.

It was the Cosmic Energy hidden within Yang Ye’s body.

Now guided by him, it gathered from his feet upwards, finally concentrating in his fists.

Yang Ye’s fists glowed brightly, extraordinary, as he charged forward to strike.

"Can’t afford to meet force with force anymore."

Li Yi’s face drastically changed, sensing that if he clashed directly, he would be instantly killed, absolutely unable to withstand it.

"This Yang Ye still had hidden strengths... truly extraordinary, no wonder he was so confident he could resolve them without worrying about leaks," remarked the nearby knife, his heart skipping a beat at this state of Yang Ye, even he sensed a severe crisis.

If it came to a real confrontation, the knife estimated he himself would be killed in a face-off.

At this moment, he felt a bit sympathetic towards Li Yi.

Clearly, this kid’s strength was strong enough to contend with ordinary cultivators of the inspiration realm, yet he happened to encounter one of the top experts within the inspiration realm.

He wasn’t dying unjustly.

The knife inwardly lamented.

"Must hold him off, he forcibly combined Guiding Skill with incomplete boxing techniques, his body definitely won’t hold up," Li Yi roared inside, raising his arms to forcefully withstand this terrifying punch.

Guiding Skill combined with Fist Power exploded.

At that moment, every sinew in Li Yi’s body seemed to wail.

The terrifying force directly blasted him away, ultimately slamming him hard onto a cement slab beside the roadside ruins before he finally came to a stop.

Dust flew, cement cracked.

Li Yi was plastered against the wall, motionless.

"Is he dead?" The Spirit Medium wanderers watching this scene couldn’t help but exchange glances.

They wanted to check but dared not.

They had seen how fierce Li Yi was, battling with the inspiration realm, and they were no match; if they went to check and he was still alive, then they would be in danger.

"Not dead yet? He really is tough, resilient like a cockroach; it seems that the clothes Yang Yilong gave him saved his life." Yang Ye’s eyes shone, his hair erected, fists clenched, his body bloodied as he strode forward.

His inspiration had already sensed it; Li Yi was still breathing and had not been killed with that punch.

Yang Ye’s judgment was not wrong.

Li Yi managed to block that terrifying punch with his arms, and the reason he was still alive was because of the Qiu Dragon Skin clothing he wore. This clothing was incredibly tough and had astonishing defensive capabilities, which dissipated most of the opponent’s power. However, the remaining power still caused his arms’ bones to crack, and even lifting them became difficult.

"If one punch doesn’t kill you, then I’ll give you another."

A fierce smile appeared on Yang Ye’s lips, his fists glowed once again, as he channeled the cosmic energy from within his body and cycled it in the form of Fist Power.

"Come, let me send you on your way."

He charged forward again with a loud shout, not giving Li Yi any chance to catch his breath.

As he raised his fist, the fist’s light converged, dazzling yet deadly through the eyes of a Spirit Medium.

This time, Yang Ye was as forceful as ever, attacking with the ferocity of a lion hunting a rabbit.

"It looks like I won’t need to lend a hand," remarked Daozi as he coldly watched from the side. He understood that Li Yi was out of options, with no possibility of turning the situation around.

It ultimately was a gap in realms that wasn’t easily bridged.

However, just as Yang Ye was about to deliver the finishing punch to Li Yi,

Crack!

A crisp sound of breaking bone rang out, followed by Yang Ye’s robust body appearing as if it were snapped in half at the waist. He staggered and fell down, a sudden weakness spreading throughout his body, the strength in his body dissipating at that moment, and intense pain emanated from his spine.

"How could this be?"

Yang Ye’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But as a practitioner of the inspiration realm, he quickly figured out the reason.

One of his spinal bones, unable to withstand the enormous force brought by the Guiding Skill combined with his Boxing Techniques, had abruptly fractured.

"Now is the moment."

At that instant, Li Yi’s eyes bulged with pent-up murderous intent unleashing as he tensed his body and sprang from the concrete wall. Then, enduring the severe pain in his arms, he gathered all the Jin Qi in his body and, in that split second, threw a punch.

This punch seemed as if it had been planned countless times before.

Precise and ruthless.

As he threw the punch, his Fist Power erupted, striking directly at Yang Ye’s forehead.

"Damn it."

Yang Ye felt a chilling surge of fear as his instinctive reactions, sharpened by his inspiration level Cultivation, allowed him to dodge even now, though not completely. He just couldn’t afford to take the full brunt of that punch directly, or he would die. After all, practitioners of the inspiration realm were still of flesh and blood and couldn’t ignore Li Yi’s Fist Power.

"Bang!"

The loud crack echoed as Li Yi’s punch, although not fully connecting, still landed half of its Fist Power on Yang Ye’s head.

"This is bad," Daozi exclaimed, his face turning pale in an instant as he rushed forward, trying to stop it all.

But it was already too late.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and no one could stop it.

Even Yang Ye himself had no idea such a sudden turn of events would occur.

Only Li Yi knew that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The Boxing Techniques he initially taught to Yang Yilong were incomplete, with some parts having incorrect force application, especially problematic were the positions around the spine.

He hadn’t expected that a Cultivator’s physical condition could be so robust. Even though Yang Ye practiced the flawed Boxing, his body could withstand the internal damage. If Yang Ye hadn’t incorporated the Guiding Skill, forcibly enhancing the Boxing’s power, the backfiring wouldn’t have affected him much; it would have simply been a case of insufficient Fist Power.

However, in a life-and-death struggle, there are no "what-ifs."

Yang Ye lost.

Struck by half a punch to the head, even though it wasn’t a full hit, Yang Ye couldn’t hold out any longer under Li Yi’s Fist Power and collapsed heavily to the ground, his body starting to convulse while blood continuously flowed from his eyes, nose, and ears—clearly, his brain had been severely injured.

But he wasn’t dead,

still alive.

The life force of someone in the inspiration realm was indeed extremely resilient.

However, after taking such a hit, Yang Ye completely lost his ability to fight, and now, even standing up was difficult for him, making him like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"I won, I won."

Li Yi gasped for breath.

That day, in the basement where he demonstrated Boxing to Yang Yilong, the groundwork he had laid had finally come into play.

This was a case of many wrongdoings leading to self-destruction.

If it weren’t for the earlier forced acquisition of his Boxing techniques, this absurd scene of being retaliated against wouldn’t have occurred today.

But the crisis was not yet over.

Daozi had now rushed over, sensing a crisis in this bizarre counter-kill battle. If Yang Ye fell and Li Yi managed to recuperate, then today’s mission might even fail.

Even as a wanderer, he couldn’t afford the consequences of failing to eliminate an investigator.

He had to completely silence the matter, to let it die without proof.