The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 163 - 133: Heart Blood

Chapter 163: Chapter 133: Heart Blood

Jin Zhihuan was truly extraordinary. Seeing Li Yi come to pick a fight, he not only didn’t get angry but instead, right out of the gate, offered to hand over his martial arts hall and wanted Li Yi to become the next head of Jin Family Martial Arts Hall.

No matter if his words were true or false, the fact that he dared to say them face-to-face showed extraordinary boldness.

In fact, in Jin Zhihuan’s view, the nearly obliterated Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall did not deserve to have such a potentially exceptional and powerful martial artist. Li Yi would gain no benefits from avenging Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall. On the contrary, he would offend many, many people, and it would be almost like opposing the entire Sanyang City. However, if he were willing to switch allegiances, things would be different. Not only would he get a martial arts hall without lifting a finger, but he could even join hands with Jin Zhihuan to wipe out the Han Family, creating a situation where one reigns supreme.

At that time, what couldn’t Li Yi have—money, big medicine, treasures, women...

Hearing Jin Zhihuan’s words, Rong Niang’s expression changed drastically. She couldn’t have imagined that the Jin Family, who were supposed to be at loggerheads with Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall to the death, would choose to compromise and attempt to buy Li Yi off.

And from Li Yi’s perspective, it seemed agreeable. After all, why bother taking over the mess of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall when he could become the eldest disciple elsewhere?

"Eldest disciple brother..." Rong Niang called out cautiously, wanting to persuade him.

However, before she could say anything, Li Yi burst into laughter, "Hahaha..."

A series of laughs filled with Fist Power echoed above Jin Family Martial Arts Hall, vibrating eardrums painfully and startling a flock of birds in the woods of the backyard to take flight.

Everyone was stunned.

They didn’t understand why Li Yi was laughing.

Was he seduced by the head’s offer and so happy that he laughed?

But why did this laughter carry a bit of disdain and contempt?

"Such a great proposal, and you actually declined it," Jin Zhihuan said with a calm old face, with a touch of regret.

The next moment.

Li Yi’s smile faded, and he immediately said, "Turns out, you’re scared."

"I’m scared? What am I scared of?" Jin Zhihuan replied coldly.

Li Yi said, "Yes, you’re scared. You’re afraid you can’t beat me, that you’ll lose your martial arts hall and your life, so you want to buy me off. At least by doing that you can save your own life. I didn’t expect that even a Qi Cultivation Expert could be such a craven. Calling you an old sly fox really hits the mark."

Having his inner weakness mercilessly exposed, Jin Zhihuan’s old face twisted with anger, and a hint of murderous intent burst from his eyes, wishing he could immediately finish off this sharp-tongued brat.

Then, Li Yi stood with his hands behind his back and casually pointed to the ground, saying, "You’re afraid of death and want to live. It’s simple, kneel down and kowtow to me and call me daddy. Out of consideration for our father-son relationship, I might show some mercy and let you off the hook. After all, even a tiger won’t eat its cubs. With this father-son relationship, it wouldn’t be right for me to deal the killing blow to you."

At these words, Rong Niang behind him couldn’t help but nearly laugh out loud with a snort.

She had never imagined her eldest disciple brother had such a side to him, sweet-talking like his mouth had been dabbed with honey; one moment, it’s staking a claim for a sale, the next an old sly fox, and now kowtowing and acknowledging a father, truly determined to infuriate people to death. Any martial artist with a shred of pride couldn’t stand this and would have to fight to the death with him.

But the problem was, those who dared to make a move against the eldest disciple brother often died miserably.

"Good, good, good."

At this moment, Jin Zhihuan laughed in extreme anger. He had lived all these years and never had anyone dare to tell him to kneel and kowtow right to his face.

Today he realized that people could indeed be arrogant, to such an extreme degree.

"You also say it’s good? Then what are you waiting for, go ahead and kowtow and call me daddy," Li Yi said.

"Clever words mean nothing. The one who lives through today is the winner. Kid, don’t think you’re above everyone because you defeated a few of my Jin Family Blood Refining Warriors. Today I’ll let you see the vast difference in strength between Blood Training and Qi Cultivation," Jin Zhihuan said, while drawing the treasure saber from his waist.

The Treasure Saber wasn’t fancy, rather it was plain, but it was extremely sharp. It glowed with a blood light, having been fostered through the slaughter of countless people. Its murderous aura could disturb the mind and slay vengeful ghosts.

However, just as he drew his saber, Li Yi’s Jin Qi burst out in an instant.

The ground nearby crumbled as he disappeared from the spot and in an instant was lunging at Jin Zhihuan. As his muscles and skin moved in unison, a punch was already coming down at an unbelievably fast speed. A Blood Training Warrior caught off guard by such a surprise attack would likely be killed by a single punch before even reacting.

"Seeking death."

Yet Jin Zhihuan, a Qi Cultivation Expert, did manage to react. Although he hadn’t drawn his saber in a long time, it didn’t mean his martial skills had slackened. The moment he picked up the saber, Jin Zhihuan was no longer a martial arts hall head, but a Qi Cultivation Swordsman.

An extremely fast sword strike chopped downward, and Blood Qi surged out from the blade’s edge. This Blood Qi coalesced and actually formed a Sword Gang.

Sword Gang was incredibly sharp—mere contact could result in injury, while a hit led to certain death. Only someone of the same realm was qualified to clash with it.

If it were anyone else, rashly clashing with a Qi Cultivation Expert would undoubtedly lead to severe losses, but Li Yi was different. Before coming here, his master Zhao Ge had already forecast the moves and informed him of the strengths of Qi Cultivation Experts, even detailing the capabilities of the Han and Jin Families’ heads, leaving no stone unturned.

At this moment, Li Yi’s inspiration flashed a warning.

With Blood Qi surging forth, a saber strike capable of forming Sword Gang was indeed a fatal threat to him. If the saber struck a vital point, without a doubt he would be dead.

Even if Li Yi could react quickly, it didn’t matter, because his body wasn’t faster than the opponent’s saber, so dodging was futile.

So he had to block.

Li Yi had long been prepared, guarding against his opponent’s Wind Listening Blade. He raised his other arm and offered it up, allowing the Sword Gang to run rampant.

"You want to exchange an arm for one of my punches? Dream on. Exchange with your life if you want," said Jin Zhihuan realizing his intentions. However, he thought the opponent was being naive—how could a martial artist’s fist be mightier than his saber? Consequently, the treasure saber in his hand became even more ferocious.

Determined to split his opponent in two.

But the next moment, he found he was wrong.

The Sword Gang shattered, and the swift blade that could easily cleave a person in half was now impeded, unable to advance even slightly against Li Yi’s arm.

"The clothes on his body... are they armor?"

The experienced Jin Zhihuan immediately realized the problem.

Who would have thought that Li Yi, who seemed like a reckless and simple-minded brute, had actually donned a piece of leather armor? It was so thin that it was easy to overlook its defensive power. Now that a strike had been made and it hadn’t even been breached, he knew he had suffered a great setback.

But it was already too late.

Li Yi’s fist had already landed squarely on his chest.

Fist Power was released, and terrifying strength erupted.

At that moment, even the air seemed to be shattered. All anyone could feel was a fearsome roar surging towards them, making them wonder if it was a human’s punch or if the Thunder God from the heavens was swinging his Divine Hammer, unleashing a divine thunderclap that shook the sky.

Such a killing move, Zhao Ge had once named for Li Yi: Thunder God’s Hammer Strike.

"Bang!"

The roaring sound completely rippled out.

Jin Zhihuan took the powerful punch squarely, and his frail body, like an arrow released from a bowstring, flew backwards, piercing through the crowd and slamming against a thick pillar at the entrance of the main hall, causing the pillar to sway from the impact.

It seemed as if the whole main hall might collapse from that one hit.

And Jin Zhihuan was embedded into the wooden pillar, motionless.

With that, everyone fell silent, struck dumb.

A single punch.

Could it be that the master of Jin Family Martial Arts Hall, an expert in Qi Cultivation, couldn’t block the head disciple of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall with one punch?

Some trembled, others feared, their faith in the martial arts hall’s master collapsed with that punch.

"Did he win?"

Some were anxious, others joyful. At this sight, Rong Niang couldn’t help but clench her fists and whispered, "Beautiful."

This was the effect that Li Yi had aimed to achieve.

To strike a fatal blow without the opponent grasping his true ability, instantly determining the victor and concluding a life-and-death struggle.

"Old coot, I’ve heard that the blade in your hand is called the Wind Listening Blade, meaning that once the blade is unsheathed, the opponent’s head would have already flown off, all they can hear is the sound of wind whistling past their ears. Unfortunately, your blade is fast, but it couldn’t breach my defense. Now stop pretending, a Qi Cultivation Martial Artist like you could use your Qi-Blood to form Protective Gang Qi. That punch just now didn’t take your life, stand up and fight again."

At this moment, Li Yi strode forward, clenching his fist, with his bright eyes now transforming into vertical pupils.

Now, he had become the posture of a top predator, ready to hunt down the Qi Cultivation Martial Artist before him.

"Wow!"

Jin Zhihuan’s body moved, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out instantly. His complexion turned pale in an instant, and his body had been almost numb from the terrifying Jin Qi that rattled him, despite having Protective Gang Qi, still suffering greatly with untold numbers of bones shattered.

But, he still clung to life.

Only... his arm trembled, and he could no longer hold the Wind Listening Blade.

This was fatal for a swordman.

"Cunning kid, you’ve been plotting against me from the start, feigning weakness to deal such a hand, destroying my Wind Listening Blade. It must be that old Zhao Ge who taught you this; he’s the only one who enjoys playing such tricks."

Jin Zhihuan gritted his teeth, his mouth full of blood, clearly not only had he lost his grasp on the blade, but his Qi-Blood was also utterly out of control.

It should have been him who got injured and the enemy who lost a life, but who could have expected that the opponent’s clothing would block his blade, leaving him severely injured and the opponent unscathed?

"To know your enemy and know yourself, you can fight a hundred battles without defeat. I know your details, but you know nothing about me, so it’s no injustice for you to lose to me today," said Li Yi, pausing in his steps before adding, "If you still want to fight, bring out that drop of Heart Blood, otherwise you won’t have another chance."

"You want to force me to use my Heart Blood, huh? Fine, as you wish."

Jin Zhihuan let out a long howl, knowing that there was no other way out in this situation; rather than being pummeled to death by Li Yi’s fists, it was better to summon the last of his strength and fight him again.

If he could win, things might still take a turn.

After the long howl, the Heart Blood hidden in Jin Zhihuan’s Heart Acupoint was stimulated and surged through his body immediately.

His pale face turned flushed, and his trembling body returned to its peak condition as he gripped the Wind Listening Blade tightly again.

"Kill!"

Jin Zhihuan roared as he charged with his blade, his Qi-Blood boiling around him, transforming into Protective Gang Qi, like putting on a piece of heavy armor, impregnable.

At that moment, it was as if he had returned to the days when he first broke through to Qi Cultivation, full of vigour and vitality.

I am now a Qi Cultivation Expert, on the land of Xingzhou, who can kill me? Who dares to kill me?