Volume Four: Renown Throughout the Land Chapter 130: Skyrocketing Combat Power

Inside the cave, he narrowed his eyes, sensing his internal meridians healing at a visible rate. The speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy was incomparable to before.

A grin spread across his face, revealing a joyful smile. Time—what he needed was time. With enough time, he would surely return to his peak. But the people outside clearly had no intention of giving him that chance, as they rushed toward the entrance one after another.

"Hahaha! I thought all Chinese were prepared to die heroically, but to think I’d meet a coward. Can someone like this really be called a titan?"

A werewolf outside the cave sneered, his eyes filled with utter contempt. Finding no movement within, he continued to advance.

Bang! No sooner had the werewolf stepped inside than he was blasted out. A young man emerged from the cave. His hair flowed elegantly, and his skin was so fair and delicate it seemed as though it might drip water. His clothes fluttered violently in the wind.

This youth was none other than Qin Yang. He scanned his surroundings, a cold smirk crossing his face. "A bunch of trash, daring to judge the vastness of China? I think you’re all courting death."

Surrounded by various manifestations of Dao intent, the werewolf was quickly submerged into an endless sea of blood. He perished without even a ripple.

Hiss! The crowd gasped. They hadn't realized he was this strong a moment ago; how had he become so formidable in the blink of an eye?

Vampires, werewolves, bio-soldiers—these were all foreign factions. He enjoyed weakening them, especially those from the United States. He wished he could wipe out every single one of their bio-soldiers. After all, creating a bio-soldier was no easy feat; each one was a treasure, costing a staggering five hundred million dollars.

The vampires were a different matter, while the werewolves were a collective. They carried a trace of the Wolf God's bloodline, and through inbreeding, they had preserved their lineage, granting them immense strength, attack power, speed, and defense. Of course, their most monstrous trait was their transformation into half-wolf forms, which made them even more terrifying.

Seeing Qin Yang kill their kin without a word, the werewolves grew enraged. They rushed at him, their hands morphing into razor-sharp claws capable of piercing steel.

Qin Yang did not retreat; he advanced, letting out a cold snort that shook the very air. He threw out a pair of punches, each carrying ten thousand pounds of force.

The werewolf who clashed with Qin Yang’s fist turned deathly pale. Feeling the sheer power behind the blow, he shied away, not daring to take it head-on. But Qin Yang wouldn't let him off so easily. He lunged forward, kicking the werewolf in the leg with a sickening, crisp sound of breaking bone.

"Captain!" The others turned wild with alarm and charged, but Qin Yang kicked the leg-shattered werewolf aside as if he were nothing more than a stray dog.

"Damn it, he's so strong! Attack together!"

Facing their siege, Qin Yang’s smile only widened. Under such pressure, the medicinal effects of the Wan Sheng Pill were being pushed to their limit. His meridians were fully restored, and his strength was steadily climbing.

To say he felt no pressure while surrounded by so many would be a lie. He wielded his Star Meteor Blade to parry the sharp claws, sparks showering from the blade with every strike.

Thunder!

He unleashed the Thunder Blade Sutra—the first time he had done so since being severely wounded. Silver snakes of lightning danced in the air, raining down upon the crowd. The ground was cratered by the force of his strikes, holding them at bay, but this was far from his true potential. If he couldn't wipe out a group that didn't even contain a single expert at the Profound Realm, it would be a total humiliation.

He executed the Nine Steps of Heaven-Shattering. As he stood there, a world seemed to form behind him: the Dao intent of Yin and Yang, the Demon King, Slaughter, and even the budding form of the Heavenly Demon.

"This is... is this a domain of the Profound Realm?"

Damn!

At this moment, everyone realized Qin Yang’s strength was skyrocketing. Their shock soon turned into deep, murderous intent.

"Transform!" the werewolf captain hiding to the side shouted anxiously. If they didn't transform now, they might never get the chance. The bio-soldiers stepped in to cover them, clearly trying to buy the werewolves time. Qin Yang caught sight of the figure hidden in the shadows and his lips curled. He hadn't expected that guy, Ryan, to dare return.

He had regretted not killing him last time. Since he had shown up again, he would ensure he didn't escape this time. Allowing an enemy to slip through his fingers twice was an insult.

The dozen werewolves transformed, their shirts ripping as their muscles bulged and their heads shifted into those of wolves.

*Damn, look at them now—if they aren't trash, what are they?* Qin Yang thought. *I called you all trash earlier, and you wanted to argue? It seems I wasn't wrong at all.*

"Kill!"

The werewolves, bio-soldiers, and vampires all surged toward Qin Yang. Fist winds ravaged the air. Qin Yang’s eyes flickered as he locked onto the bio-soldiers. *Heh, the U.S. is truly a great power. These bio-soldiers are incredibly strong, like walking fortresses with impenetrable skin—impossible to get close to, with monstrous defense.*

"However," he said, tilting his head, "you still cannot stop my advance because you aren't worthy."

"Yin-Yang Domain, activate!"

*Hummm!*

The domain instantly engulfed them all within his Dao intent, drastically weakening their strength.

Qin Yang’s eyes flashed. He lunged forward with murderous intent, unleashing the second form of the Thunder Blade Sutra. His internal energy flowed ceaselessly into the Star Meteor Blade. The blade glowed with a dazzling light, and everyone felt a brilliant, blinding radiance—and a heart-stopping power—pulsing through the air.

"No! Get out of the way!" one of them screamed, realizing too late what Qin Yang’s target was.

The terrifying power of thunder swept forward in a frenzied slash.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the North Sea, everyone looked toward the southeast, deep in thought, before their faces turned to pure ecstasy. That was the fluctuation of Thunder Dao intent. It was rumored that Qin Yang of the North Sea had mastered it. With that thought, they grew inexplicably excited and sprinted toward the southeast.

The southeast was a suburban area. At the same time, countless taxis received orders to head there. Within ten minutes, the once-quiet road was gridlocked, leaving the drivers bewildered.

In the taxi driver group chat:

"What the hell is going on? Why is everyone driving toward the suburbs?"

"I don't get it. I had a passenger today who gave me a thousand bucks to drive as fast as I could to the southeast. We got halfway, hit traffic, and the passenger didn't even wait for change—just jumped out and ran."

"Same here! I saw thousands of people running toward the southeast. It’s a massive spectacle."

"Do you think some celebrity is visiting North Sea?"

"Don't kid yourself. North Sea is great, but it’s too barren. Who would come here?"

As the battle raged, Qin Yang’s strength surged once more, reaching the Dao Entry Realm. The vast spiritual energy poured into his body with every breath, scouring his frame.

In the heat of the fight, he wiped out all the bio-soldiers. Through their chatter, he learned that the U.S. had sent three teams, and this was the weakest one. Of course, Qin Yang didn't care; his focus was on his own growth.

Six or seven werewolves had also perished. The only ones who hadn't suffered losses were the vampires, who stood on the sidelines, claiming to hold the line while actually just preserving their strength.

*Hoo!* He exhaled a turbid breath. The feeling of regaining his strength was damn good. He stretched out his hands, and his internal energy converged into an invisible hand in the air, which suddenly lunged toward Ryan.

Ryan, hiding in the shadows and lamenting that this guy was like a cockroach that refused to die, hadn't expected to be discovered. When the invisible hand grabbed him, his face turned deathly pale, and he began to scream.

"Help! Help!"

Qin Yang’s movements were swift; he didn't give his opponent a chance to resist before crushing him instantly. Sensing the essence blood within the corpse, he beckoned with his hand and stored it in his storage space to study later. He had already collected plenty—the essence blood of the werewolves was now in his possession. As for the bio-soldiers, they were merely products of technology and useless to him.

Seeing his grandson instantly killed, Rickley’s face contorted, his hair standing on end as he looked at Qin Yang with intense murderous intent.

"You dare kill my grandson? I will make you pay with your life, no matter what!"

"Pay with my life?" Qin Yang laughed heartily, as if he had heard the greatest joke of the century. "Heh, old man, are you joking?"

"I think you're tired of living. You were the one who obstructed me last time. I wonder if you can do it again today. I’d love to see how you protect the rest of them."

The surviving werewolves, battered and scarred, felt a secret sense of relief. As long as Qin Yang didn't target them for a moment, they could breathe.

The battle resumed. Qin Yang fought like a Saint Seiya, showing no signs of fatigue. The werewolves could even see excitement on his face.

*Damn it, what is this?* they thought. *A life-or-death battle should be serious, but this guy acts like he's playing a game.*

At that thought, the werewolves felt as though they had met a ghost.