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Chapter 118: Barging In (II)

“Are you Yue Yangpeng?” Chen Yiming asked. He had seen his photo among the information gathered, but the photo was only 90% similar to the person in front of him, so he wanted to confirm it.

The other party did not respond.

A two-meter-wide hole appeared under Yue Yangpeng’s feet and he charged forward, throwing a punch at Chen Yiming’s face.

There was a circular metal object on his forearm, and the additional weight increased the lethality of his punches.

His entire arm was covered in a layer of yellow rock, which was formed by Yue Yangpeng’s internal force.

A strong wind blew past. Chen Yiming raised his hand calmly.

With his Level-1 Undying Body talent, he did not feel any pressure when fighting a warrior at the same level as him.

Compared to him, whether it was the strength of his internal force, endurance, attack range, or other aspects, the difference was not small.

“Boom!”

The fist and palm collided, and the internal force from both sides exploded at the same time.

The silver light and yellow light drowned out their figures, and the Yue clan members who were rushing over from afar had to look away.

In the next moment, a figure was sent flying.

The figure was Yue Yangpeng, who was nearly three meters tall and close to three times the size of the masked man.

The people from the Yue clan nearby looked up at the figure in the air. Their voices were stuck in their throats, and they were stunned.

A few seconds later, Yue Yangpeng crashed heavily into the ground from midair and was sent flying again. He only stopped after crashing into stone pillars three or four times in a row.

At this moment, Yue Yangpeng’s face was pale, and there was no trace of anger left on his face.

The surface of the yellow rock layer covering his right arm was filled with cracks and holes.

The skin on his palm under a layer of yellow rock was badly mangled. His tightly clenched fist had loosened and was trembling non-stop.

“I didn’t expect you to come out on your own,” Chen Yiming said as he walked towards Yue Yangpeng.

The reason why he targeted the Yue clan’s treasure vault was because he was not confident that he could directly find Yue Yangpeng.

Ordinary people of the Yue clan wouldn’t be able to find out about Yue Yangpeng’s whereabouts. As long as he felt like hiding, it would be difficult for Chen Yiming to find him in a short period of time.

Now that he had found his target, things became much simpler. Chen Yiming’s goal had always been the cultivation method after the warrior realm.

“Who are you?” Yue Yangpeng asked hoarsely.

He sat where he was, not intending to get up or escape. Chen Yiming’s attack had shattered his confidence.

In addition, he could not leave the Yue clan’s villa at will. Otherwise, the military would find him guilty of fleeing from his crimes and would definitely send their warriors after him.

“Let me read the manual for your Mountain Moving Fist Technique,” Chen Yiming went straight to the point.

When Yue Yangpeng heard this, his face turned as black as charcoal. His undamaged left hand clenched into a fist, and a layer of yellow rock quickly covered it.

“You want to go for another round?” Chen Yiming asked in surprise.

“You…” Yue Yangpeng swallowed his words. He exhaled and his left hand returned to normal.

If he continued to attack, he would only be humiliating himself and he would get beaten up again for nothing.

If he was seriously injured, he would have no chance of escaping from East Lake City.

“That’s impossible.” Yue Yangpeng refused without any hesitation.

Cultivation techniques below the warrior realm could be copied at will except for the most crucial concept diagram, because the content only involved the accompanying moves of the cultivation technique.

The concept diagram was similar to the work left behind by a master painter. However, the original concept diagram was obtained from the bodies of creatures from the otherworld. It was a work of nature.

A master painter who specialized in this could copy the original concept to a certain extent.

As for the techniques above the warrior realm, no one had ever heard of anyone being able to replicate them.

In short, the higher the cultivation level, the more unique the cultivation technique would be. Once it was given out, it was equivalent to removing the foundation for the clan.

Just as Chen Yiming was thinking about how to get Yue Yangpeng to agree to his request, a set of footsteps sounded.

The newcomers were a young man in his twenties and a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties.

The young man had an anxious expression on his face. His body was as strong as an ox, and he looked like a smaller version of Yue Yangpeng.

The beautiful woman had a worried expression on her face. She was wearing loose sportswear, but her perfect figure was still faintly visible underneath it.

“Dad, who…” Yue Jingtian rushed out from the corner of a house.

He saw a masked man standing more than a meter away from Yue Yangpeng, looking down at him as he sat on the ground. Yue Yangpeng’s hands were limp as he leaned against the stone pillar, looking like he was waiting to be killed.

His voice gradually became smaller and smaller until it completely disappeared.

“Yangpeng.” Mo Yanfei followed half a meter behind Yue Jingtian. After calling out his name, she immediately shut her mouth.

The whole family had appeared in front of Chen Yiming.

“How is it now?” Chen Yiming asked.

Yue Yangpeng, a warrior, was trembling in anger at being threatened.

He simply turned his head to the side and closed his eyes, pretending not to hear anything.

Seeing this, Yue Jingtian and Mo Yanfei, who were not far away, knew that the appearance of the two of them had allowed the masked man to grasp Yue Yangpeng’s weakness.

At this moment, the two of them were filled with regret and fear. Even Yue Yangpeng, who was in the warrior realm, sat rooted to the ground and did not dare to resist. Other than being anxious, there was nothing that a young warrior candidate and a woman who had lost all her martial arts skills after getting married could do.

“I promise I’ll only borrow it once to take a look, and will return it to you intact,” Chen Yiming promised.

The Mountain Moving Fist Technique was not compatible with Chen Yiming. He only wanted to refer to the cultivation methods after the warrior realm.

Just like when he was studying the Flying Feather Sword Technique, he only wanted to know how to proceed for his next step.

At this time, the area around the stone mountain was quiet. Other than Chen Yiming and Yue Yangpeng’s family, the rest of the people from the Yue clan had disappeared.

Yue Yangpeng did not believe him and continued to keep his eyes closed.

He planned to stall for time, hoping that external forces would interfere.

In fact, if several parties started to fight, he could take advantage of the chaos and escape with his family.

Chen Yiming saw that Yue Yangfeng had resigned himself to his fate, and turned to look at Yue Jingtian.

From three to four meters away, he unleashed an attack using his internal force.

A ripple appeared in the air. Before Yue Jingtian could react, he was struck in the chest by an internal force.

His entire body bent into a crescent and he flew backwards, crashing into the stone mountain before bouncing back to the ground.

Chen Yiming had controlled the strength of his internal force in this strike. By the time it hit Yue Jingtian, it had mostly dissipated. It wasn’t meant to kill him.

“Son!” Mo Yanfei shouted as she ran over to help Yue Jingtian up. She found that he was not dead, but severely injured. “Stop, I know where the manual is.”

Mo Yanfei easily handed over the manual that Yue Yangpeng would choose to die to protect.

“You… the Yue clan has been destroyed by you.” Yue Yangpeng glared at Mo Yanfei.

“Hurry up,” Chen Yiming urged. He was pressed for time. About five minutes had passed since he started fighting Yue Yangpeng. Time wasn’t on his side.

Mo Yanfei didn’t waste any time. After laying Yue Jingtian down, she hurried away.

A gust of wind blew past, and many leaves fell to the ground in front of the stone mountain, creating a rustling sound.

In less than five minutes, Mo Yanfei returned with the manual.

“Here.”

Chen Yiming took the manual and flipped through it quickly.

He only glanced through the moves of the fist techniques at the start, since these were of no value to him.

When he reached the last few pages, he stopped.

The page in front of him was not made from ordinary paper. Instead, it was a shell that looked like it came from a turtle. Paper had been used to fill in the four corners of the shell, making it the same size as the previous pages.

He glanced at the pattern on the shell from top to bottom and knew that this was the concept diagram for this fist technique.

He quickly flipped to the next page. This page explained the sequence of drawing the concept diagram, which was of little value to him.

He continued to flip through the pages and realized that he had reached the end.

On the back of the second last page was the final piece of information, and the last page was blank.