Chapter Thirty-One: First Kill of a Grandmaster!

“What’s going on?”
“Is he unable to withstand it? Or have his latent injuries flared up?”
Jiang Jinghong witnessed a bizarre transformation occurring on Qin Feng’s body. His gaze was filled with confusion as he looked at Qin Feng, not daring to approach.
“Is it coming to an end?”
“What a pity, a peerless youth, a prodigy.”
“If he had the chance to grow, what heights could he reach? A master before the age of twenty—unheard of.”
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian watched from afar as Qin Feng’s flesh began to crack apart. They slowly shook their heads, sighing deeply.
“Xiao Feng.”
“Xiao Feng!”
Qin Tianyun, Qin Zhongkai, Qin Fengling, Zuo Daoguang, and Zhu Daojun, eyes bloodshot, rushed forward.
“Stop right there!”
“Dream on if you think you can help Qin Feng.”
Wang Yongdong and the elite warriors of the Wang family barred their way, weapons drawn, blocking Qin Tianyun, Qin Zhongkai, Qin Fengling, Zuo Daoguang, and Zhu Daojun.
“Young Master!”
“Young Master, I’m coming to help you!”
Wang Bao and Liu Hu roared in fury, swinging their massive axes with wild force, felling Wang family warriors as they fought their way forward.
“You shall not pass!”
Jiang Wenhao assembled the three-sectioned staff at his waist into a silver spear and stood before Wang Bao and Liu Hu, blocking their advance.
“Kill!”
“Out of the way, or die!”
Wang Bao and Liu Hu bellowed, paying no heed to who stood before them. Even faced with a master, they would charge forward without fear.
“You’ve come at just the right time!”
Jiang Wenhao, Jiang Jinghong’s disciple and the inheritor of his true skills, had surpassed the threshold of dark energy. His spear technique was formidable; with a twist of his weapon, he struck at Wang Bao like a venomous dragon.
Soon, Liu Hu, Wang Bao, and Jiang Wenhao became locked in fierce combat, neither side able to gain the upper hand.

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Qin Feng continued to add points, +1, +1, +1 flashing above his strength, which had already soared to eight thousand.
Strength: 7,600 jin (+)
“I can’t add any more. If I do, my body might explode.”
“Right now, my flesh and muscles are tearing apart, and I fear my organs are ripping as well.”
“If my body didn’t have such extraordinary regenerative powers, I’d already be a corpse!”
Qin Feng felt intense pain wracking his insides, blood streaming from his mouth. He stopped adding points with his trembling fingers.

“Kill!”
Qin Feng roared, unleashing every ounce of his strength. Gripping his spiked mace, he charged at Jiang Jinghong.
With a single stride, the muscles in his legs split open, deep gashes appearing as blood poured out.
Fortunately, Qin Feng was accustomed to pushing his body to its limits and enduring pain, or he would have passed out already.
“What’s happening?”
“How did his speed increase so drastically?”
Jiang Jinghong’s pupils contracted sharply as he saw Qin Feng charging toward him.
Qin Feng’s speed had exploded; he was now at least as fast as Jiang Jinghong, perhaps even stronger.
“This boy harbors a secret—perhaps it’s linked to what he just did.”
“I must have him, no matter what!”
Greed gleamed in Jiang Jinghong’s eyes as he too lunged at Qin Feng.

Bang!
Qin Feng’s mace collided with Jiang Jinghong’s spear in a thunderous impact, sending Jiang Jinghong flying.
“What—?”
“How is this possible?”
Jiang Jinghong was sent sprawling, his face a mask of confusion and disbelief.
He had reached the level of master five years ago, his strength rising to three thousand jin; after five years of secluded cultivation, he’d reached four thousand jin.
And yet he was hurled away so easily?
Could Qin Feng be a late-stage master?
“Kill!”
Having sent Jiang Jinghong flying, Qin Feng knew he must not give his foe a moment to recover.
Hesitation now would mean his own death.
Ignoring the searing pain in his body, Qin Feng leapt forward, swinging the mace with ruthless force.
“Damn it!”
Jiang Jinghong crashed to the ground and, before he could steady himself, saw Qin Feng’s mace descending upon him.
Bang!
Jiang Jinghong could only raise his spear to block.
Boom!
This time, barely managing to muster sixty or seventy percent of his strength, Jiang Jinghong spat blood and was smashed to the earth by Qin Feng’s blow.
“Kill!”
“Even if your bones are as hard as iron and gold, I’ll smash you into scrap!”
Qin Feng roared, raining down blow after blow—one, two, three—each strike landing on Jiang Jinghong’s upraised black spear.
The spear warped under the pounding, bending and buckling.
Bang!
Yet another blow crashed down; Jiang Jinghong spat blood again, his hands losing their grip as the spear flew from his grasp.

His arms trembled, bones already shattered.
Jiang Jinghong was deeply embedded in the ground, utterly powerless as Qin Feng’s mace came crashing down.
Bang!
Qin Feng’s blow struck Jiang Jinghong’s head, crushing it flat and ending his life.
Qin Feng slumped atop Jiang Jinghong’s corpse, gasping for breath, gripping the now-misshapen mace.

“Father?”
Jiang Wenhao saw his father’s death and his expression contorted with rage as he screamed.
Bang!
Wang Bao and Liu Hu, seeing Jiang Wenhao stunned, did not hesitate. With a deadly strike, their axes smashed into him, ending his life as well.
Wang Yongdong and the rest of the Wang family fighters, seeing Jiang Jinghong fall, were shaken to the core; their morale collapsed, and they tried to flee the battlefield.

“Kill!”
“Kill!”
Qin Tianyun, Qin Xingchao, Qin Baohai, Qin Fengling, Qin Yunling, and the Qin family warriors pressed the attack with unstoppable momentum, unleashing one hundred and fifty percent of their power to slaughter Wang Yongdong and the fleeing Wang family fighters.
“Finish them off!”
“The Wang family has committed countless crimes. Today we join the Qin family in righteous retribution, enacting justice and wiping out the Wang family!”
Seeing the tide had turned, the surrounding martial artists joined in, cutting down the fleeing Wang family warriors to curry favor with the Qin family.

“Young Master?”
“Young Master, are you all right?”
Wang Bao and Liu Hu rushed to Qin Feng’s side. Seeing his body covered in horrific wounds, they dared not support him for fear of causing further harm.
“Find a carriage and take me back to the Qin estate,” Qin Feng said in a low voice.
As he spoke, the skin and muscles on his face split open, blood trickling down.
“Yes, Young Master, right away.”
Wang Bao and Liu Hu quickly found a carriage nearby. Once Qin Feng was inside, they sped off toward the Qin family compound.
Qin Tianyun, Qin Xingchao, Qin Baohai, Qin Fengling, and Qin Yunling surrounded the carriage, glancing inside from time to time with deep concern.

“No one could have expected this battle to end in the Qin family’s victory!”
“He’s made his name in a single fight. Not even twenty, and already able to slay a master—what terrifying talent.”
“In a few days, all of Tianyang City will know of the Qin family’s feat!”
“Though victorious, it was a bitter win. Qin Feng’s wounds are grave enough to be fatal; whether he survives remains to be seen.”
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, Hu Xiaotian, and the many martial artists who arrived in the aftermath murmured amongst themselves.
But as they watched the Qin family carriage depart, not a single one dared show the slightest disrespect.