Chapter Sixteen: Slaying the Ironclad Snow Ape
“Take your big brother and leave here. I’ll hold off this beast!”
Qin Lang’s eyes narrowed sharply as he barked a command to the two burly men, then lunged straight at the Ironwall Snow Ape.
“Brother Qin Lang, come back! You’re no match for that monster!”
“Brother Qin Lang, don’t go!”
The two burly men were stunned, pacing anxiously. Even with the combined strength of the three of them—each a ninth-level Martial Disciple—they had only managed to wound the Ironwall Snow Ape slightly before being forced to retreat.
They had already thought it remarkable that Qin Lang had just saved their big brother from the Ironwall Snow Ape’s clutches.
Now, Qin Lang was about to face the beast with only seventh-level Martial Disciple strength.
To them, it was a desperate and reckless act, like a moth flying into a flame, or an egg striking a rock.
In the next instant, the Ironwall Snow Ape was upon Qin Lang. Its massive fist, like a moving mountain, roared through the air with a fierce gale, crashing down with brutal force.
Before the fist landed, the violent wind stung Qin Lang’s cheek, his clothes whipping wildly.
It was easy to imagine that if Qin Lang were hit, he would be dead without question.
“Martial Soul, activate!”
Qin Lang’s face grew serious. As he executed the Drifting Dragon Step, he decisively awakened his Black Eye Ring Martial Soul.
Instantly, the Ironwall Snow Ape’s movements slowed in his vision.
“Whoosh!”
Qin Lang swiftly retreated a meter. The giant fist smashed into the ground just before him, leaving a pit a meter deep.
Despite the beast being heavily wounded, fighting it at such close range was still dangerously risky for Qin Lang.
At his current seventh-level Martial Disciple strength, he dared not take the attacks head-on. Instead, he had to dodge constantly, waiting for an opening to strike its injured spots and deepen its wounds.
Missing a strike, the Ironwall Snow Ape swung its other massive arm in a heavy arc toward Qin Lang.
Instead of stepping back, Qin Lang leaned backward, almost parallel to the ground, narrowly evading the blow. At the same time, he closed in to less than half a meter from the beast’s body.
Twice in a row, Qin Lang had narrowly avoided the ape’s attacks, each moment fraught with peril.
The two burly men watched on, hearts pounding. Seeing Qin Lang now beneath the Ironwall Snow Ape, their anxiety peaked.
“Eighth Wave Strike!”
Qin Lang unleashed a powerful palm strike on the beast’s injured lower abdomen.
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Eight consecutive bursts of internal energy exploded from the Ironwall Snow Ape’s wounded belly, each stronger than the last.
The wound, already bleeding profusely, tore wider, fresh blood gushing forth to stain the snow crimson.
“Roarrrrrrr!”
In agonizing pain, the Ironwall Snow Ape bellowed in fury and went into a frenzy.
Its massive fist swung back fiercely, aiming to crush the hateful human against its wounded abdomen.
Stomping the ground hard, Qin Lang’s Drifting Dragon Step reached its peak, propelling him upward five or six meters.
The Ironwall Snow Ape’s punch missed him, but in its haste to retract, it struck its own belly with tremendous force.
The impact was so severe that it pierced through the already bleeding wound, tearing a horrifying blood hole.
Shattered entrails and intestines spilled out in a vivid scarlet flood.
“Roar!”
Glowering angrily at the now-grounded Qin Lang, the Ironwall Snow Ape let out a resentful roar before its massive body crashed down, crushing a patch of snowy pines.
The entire ground trembled as if from a minor earthquake.
“Hiss!”
“They actually let the Ironwall Snow Ape kill itself!”
The two burly men were dumbfounded, involuntarily sucking in a cold breath.
A second-level beast, comparable to a pinnacle ninth-level Martial Disciple, had been defeated by a mere seventh-level Martial Disciple using exquisite footwork, ultimately causing it to destroy itself.
The Ironwall Snow Ape’s death was utterly humiliating.
The two men twitched at the corners of their mouths, the thought crossing their minds, their eyes burning with admiration as they looked at Qin Lang.
They had assumed Qin Lang’s fight against the Ironwall Snow Ape was a fool’s errand, certain death.
Yet here it was—the beast lay defeated beneath his feet.
“Who says Qin Lang is the biggest waste in Qingfeng Town? That’s pure nonsense!”
“If even a ‘waste’ can accomplish something this incredible, then everyone in Qingfeng Town must be a master!”
Grateful for Qin Lang’s life-saving efforts, the two men scoffed at the rumors circulating in Qingfeng Town.
Having slain the Ironwall Snow Ape, Qin Lang was utterly exhausted.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a Soul Condensation Pill, and swallowed it, then began to circulate his cultivation techniques, entering a meditative state.
The harrowing battle had pushed his cultivation to the limit, unlocking hidden potential.
The bottleneck of his seventh-level Martial Disciple cultivation began to loosen, and a breakthrough seemed imminent.
As his techniques circulated, the surrounding natural spiritual energy surged toward him like a whale drawing in water, intensifying his aura and strength.
“This is… Brother Qin Lang’s breakthrough!”
The two burly men were initially stunned, then overjoyed. They hadn’t expected that after such a life-or-death battle, Qin Lang would touch the cusp of advancement.
What surprised them further was that the amount of spiritual energy Qin Lang required to break into the eighth level seemed far greater than what they needed to reach the ninth.
After an hour, the spiritual energy around Qin Lang dispersed.
He exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes.
“Eighth-level Martial Disciple!”
Seeing Qin Lang’s noticeably greater strength, the two men’s eyes gleamed with admiration.
At fifteen years old, an eighth-level Martial Disciple was among the very best of Qingfeng Town’s youth.
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