Chapter Fifty-Four: Can You Give Me Martial Techniques?

A dozen or so people strode over, blocking Qin Feiyang and his companion completely.

“Jiang Chuan, what are you trying to do?” Ling Yunfei eyed the black-clad youth at the head of the group, his brows knitting tightly.

“Isn’t it obvious? You still have to ask? As expected of the Ling family’s good-for-nothing,” Jiang Chuan sneered.

The others joined in the mockery.

Ling Yunfei’s gaze turned cold. In a low voice he said, “Jiang Haotian, not only is Jiang Chuan a three-star martial master, but he has also mastered two advanced combat techniques. He has the strength of six wild elephants, and the rest are all martial masters skilled in their own techniques. It’s not wise to fight at a disadvantage; let’s retreat for now.”

“Retreat?” Qin Feiyang frowned, turning to look at the water pythons in the river.

Although the current was swift, the pythons were so massive that they had not yet been swept away. These were his prey—how could he let others take them?

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened and locked onto a certain spot on the water’s surface—a faint, swirling vortex!

“That’s strange, that wasn’t there before!” Qin Feiyang muttered inwardly, scanning the lake carefully. Around the pythons, he discovered several more swirling eddies!

“I understand now. The blood from the water pythons must have attracted other aquatic beasts.”

A glint flashed in his eyes. He looked back at Jiang Chuan and the others, noticing they hadn’t observed the anomaly in the water. Feigning regret, he sighed, “I really don’t want to give them to you, but there’s nothing I can do. After all, you have the numbers.”

Jiang Chuan grinned, as did the rest.

“Glad you know your place. But let me warn you—don’t try anything clever, or you’ll die an ugly death!” Murder flickered in Jiang Chuan’s eyes. He stepped aside and barked, “Get to the back. Now!”

Qin Feiyang shrugged, smiled at Ling Yunfei, and said, “Let’s go.”

Ling Yunfei nodded, and the two of them walked right past Jiang Chuan.

“Cowards,” Jiang Chuan sneered, then ordered several young men beside him, “You lot, get down there and cut off the pythons’ scales.”

“Right away!” The youths drew their daggers and eagerly waded into the river, swimming toward the five pythons.

Qin Feiyang stood five meters away, watching coldly.

Ling Yunfei, however, clenched his fists tight, rage burning in his eyes as he muttered, “Those bastards are getting off too easily!”

“The show’s just beginning,” Qin Feiyang said with a meaningful smile.

“Hm?” Ling Yunfei was taken aback, looking at Qin Feiyang in confusion.

Qin Feiyang only gave a mysterious smile and said nothing.

“Brother Jiang Chuan, I’ve got the scales!”

“So have I!”

The youths shouted in excitement as they swam back to shore.

To harvest five aquatic beasts, each as powerful as a four-star martial master, with no effort at all—Jiang Chuan was beside himself with delight.

Thud!

Roar!

Just then, over a dozen hideous monsters burst from the water with deafening roars, sending up waves several meters high!

They were two or three meters long, pitch black, covered in thick scales, their massive pupils burning with savage light!

“Damn it!”

“Why are there Blackscale Crocodiles?”

“Get out of the water, now!” Jiang Chuan and his men went pale, shouting frantically to the youngsters.

“Brother Jiang Chuan, help me!” Those youths were terrified out of their wits, screaming for help and scrambling desperately for the shore.

“Quick, all of us, together!” Jiang Chuan called anxiously.

But instead of helping, the others retreated in panic.

“What are you doing?!” Jiang Chuan roared in fury.

But at that moment, agonized screams rang out.

Jiang Chuan turned to look, his face draining of color. In the river, the youths were being torn apart by the Blackscale Crocodiles—a gruesome, bloody spectacle.

“Run!” Those who had been retreating were struck with terror, turning and fleeing into the forest without a backward glance.

Witnessing this, Ling Yunfei was inwardly elated. He turned to Qin Feiyang and asked, “Is this the good show you meant?”

“Now, the real show begins,” Qin Feiyang replied coldly, a murderous gleam in his eyes.

Swish!

He stepped forward with Mistwalker, appearing before one man and unleashing a full-force punch.

No one had expected Qin Feiyang to suddenly attack at that moment—it was completely unexpected.

The man screamed and, like a meteor, plunged into the river. Several Blackscale Crocodiles pounced, and he was instantly dead.

“Jiang Haotian, you court death!” The others were shocked, rage twisting their faces as they surged at Qin Feiyang, true energy blazing.

“Wind and Thunder Palm!” Qin Feiyang swept his gaze over them, true energy surging in his palm as he struck.

A fierce wind rose, sand and stones flying!

The dozen or so charging figures were tossed like leaves in a gale, thudding into the river one after another.

For the Blackscale Crocodiles, this was a feast. Their eyes gleamed with bloodlust as they frenziedly attacked.

Shrieks of agony rang out, echoing across the riverbank.

“Jiang Haotian, I’ll kill you!”

“Let me show you the power of Wild Bull Fist!” Jiang Chuan, enraged to the core, rushed at Qin Feiyang and unleashed a ferocious punch.

The punch was brutally forceful—the wind howled like a raging bull, the impact terrifying.

“Wild Bull Fist?” Qin Feiyang was surprised, then chuckled. The Jiang, Mu, and Ling families had all purchased Wild Bull Fist techniques; it was no wonder Jiang Chuan, a Jiang scion, could use it.

But to try to kill him with his own technique—how naïve.

Qin Feiyang smiled disdainfully, raising his arm at lightning speed. His forefinger turned to ice, blocking Jiang Chuan’s fist.

“Impossible!” Jiang Chuan’s eyes bulged.

“Didn’t the Jiang family head tell you? Wild Bull Fist was sold to him by me.” Qin Feiyang’s finger trembled, unleashing all his strength.

He possessed the might of eight wild elephants!

Crack!

Jiang Chuan’s fist split open, blood spurting everywhere.

He was flung backward, crashing into the river.

Two Blackscale Crocodiles immediately lunged at him.

“Get away!” Jiang Chuan roared, smashing at them with his free hand.

The crocodiles howled in pain, sent flying by his blow.

But this only enraged the entire pack!

They swarmed over him, their bloody fangs chilling to behold.

Jiang Chuan’s face turned deathly pale.

Nearby floated the corpse of a water python.

A flash of inspiration—he grabbed the python’s scales and leapt up, almost reaching the shore.

“Get back down!” Qin Feiyang appeared at the bank, his face icy, and kicked mercilessly.

“Jiang Haotian, don’t!” Jiang Chuan howled in terror, pleading.

But Qin Feiyang ignored him, the kick landing squarely on his abdomen.

With a scream like a slaughtered pig, Jiang Chuan fell back into the water, right at the jaws of the Blackscale Crocodiles.

His fate was sealed—he was torn to shreds by the pack.

“Jiang Haotian, we were wrong…”

“We shouldn’t have stolen your prey. Please, have mercy, save us…”

Three remained alive, missing an arm each, struggling in the water and begging Qin Feiyang for help.

But in the next instant, they were dragged under by the crocodiles and never resurfaced.

Though it sounds slow, all this happened in less than ten heartbeats—Jiang Chuan’s whole group was wiped out.

Blood dyed dozens of meters of river a ghastly red—the stench was nauseating.

Ling Yunfei, watching from behind, was dumbstruck.

He never imagined that those he so feared would be so utterly powerless before this man.

Such was the might of true martial technique!

At this moment, a longing burned within him as never before.

What amazed him most was Qin Feiyang’s keen observation. From the earlier events, it was clear Qin Feiyang had sensed other beasts lurking in the river, while he and Jiang Chuan’s group had noticed nothing.

This meant he was still far beneath the man before him.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Yunfei strode over, gave Qin Feiyang a thumbs-up, and smiled wryly, “Just now I thought you’d really hand everything over, but your methods are a bit…”

He trailed off, frowning as he gazed at the blood-soaked river, discomfort in his eyes.

“You mean I was cruel?” Qin Feiyang asked.

Ling Yunfei nodded.

“I’ve tolerated the Jiang family long enough. They brought this on themselves.”

“Besides, this world is cruel by nature.”

“If you don’t kill them today, tomorrow you might die at their hands.”

“Living in such an environment, the only way is to be more ruthless, more merciless than anyone else.” Qin Feiyang sneered.

Hearing this, Ling Yunfei was left speechless.

Qin Feiyang turned to him. “You’re the perfect example. Despite your talent, you’re overlooked—even denied martial techniques. Have you ever wondered why?”

Ling Yunfei’s hands clenched tight, his voice low and tense. “You don’t understand my situation!”

“I don’t know your burdens, true,” Qin Feiyang said, “but were it me, I wouldn’t stay silent. I’d do everything to overcome every obstacle and enemy before me.”

Ling Yunfei flared up, shouting, “You have family, background, people to support you. I’m different. I’m nothing—a pitiful nobody. No one pities me, you understand?”

“Pity?” Qin Feiyang shook his head in disappointment, gazing at the blood-red river. “Let me tell you this—those who need pity are just cowards. Those with true backbone fight to preserve their own dignity.”

Ling Yunfei trembled.

Splash!

The Blackscale Crocodiles surfaced, staring fixedly at Qin Feiyang, but dared not approach, a clear wariness in their eyes.

Soon, they wisely slipped beneath the water and disappeared.

Qin Feiyang had no intention of hunting them, either. Dealing with creatures hidden in the water was troublesome—better to seek easier prey elsewhere.

“Let’s go. The real hunt begins now.” Qin Feiyang turned and headed into the forest.

Ling Yunfei watched his retreating figure, eyes flickering, then finally gritted his teeth and called out, “Jiang Haotian—can you teach me a martial technique?”