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After some time, he opened his eyes, realizing that collecting too much experience at once could be overwhelming. He rubbed his face in slight frustration.

The two seasoned warriors he had faced had been honing their skills here for over a century, so the depth of their abilities was impressive. The knowledge they passed on to Qin Huai was sufficient to advance his poison king technique, already at the second-level bone pattern realm, to the fifth level.

Qin Huai remained in a cross-legged position, using the blood heart technique to recover. The illusion realm fist’s power was extraordinary, but it also used an incredible amount of energy — two punches had nearly cost him half his life force.

After a while, Qin Huai slowly opened his eyes. “How long have I been recuperating?” he asked, looking at Fang Huo.

“Over a day,” replied Fang Huo, his eyes red with exhaustion. He had withstood his own pain for a day, guarding Qin Huai while he recovered.

Qin Huai listened carefully to distant sounds of chaos and saw dust rising in the air. Within the massive first-level formation, battles were happening everywhere.

“We should join the others,” Qin Huai said, getting up.

Fang Huo also stood, looking surprised. “You’ve recovered?” Just a day before, Qin Huai had been severely weakened. His energy and vitality were drained, his aura was weak, and his eyes were lifeless. How had he recuperated in just over a day?

“My recovery is a bit better than most people,” Qin Huai said calmly.

“You’re more than just a ‘bit better,’ you know.” Fang Huo was speechless. If it were him, he’d need ten days to two weeks to recover. Yet Qin Huai seemed to have regained seventy to eighty percent of his strength already.

Choosing a direction, the two started moving.

“Even without our help, the outcome would’ve been the same,” Fang Huo remarked, confident they’d win a one-on-one fight. “The older ones indeed lack the energy for prolonged fights.”

“But then, how did you get hurt?” Qin Huai questioned, interrupting Fang Huo’s train of thought.

Fang Huo’s expression darkened. “The first person you killed was my great-grandfather,” he confessed, a bitter smile on his face. “He’s the one who dealt this blow to my chest. As Xiang Mingfeng said, these old warriors have gone mad. They don’t recognize their own family. They’re only driven by the need to kill, to compensate for and vent the frustration of being trapped in the bronze realm all these years.”

His voice grew colder with each word. “This is absurd. How can a weak-willed person be considered ‘chosen’? We need to take them down.”

After a pause, he asked, “Was that your secret weapon? Making people pass out momentarily? Was it a rare attack that could bypass defenses and directly target the soul?”

Before Qin Huai could answer, Fang Huo continued, “With such a move and your exceptional physical abilities, no wonder you’re so fearless!”

Qin Huai looked at Fang Huo, puzzled. “Does the bronze realm’s illusion realm mess with people’s minds?”

“Why do you ask that?” Fang Huo seemed confused.

“I’m always modest,” Qin Huai stated calmly.

Taken aback, Fang Huo’s face turned red. He wanted to argue that defeating him, the top talent from Lion Spirit Mountain, in front of everyone wasn’t exactly modest. But it would be even more embarrassing to bring it up himself.

Suddenly, a figure charged through the forest, knocking down several trees as thick as two people hugging. Dust flew up and deep tracks stained with blood were left on the ground.

Xiang Mingfeng arrived, his long hair untamed and his animal skin attire in tatters. His muscular body was covered in blood. He gasped for breath, clutching an arm in his mouth and another in his hand.

Xiang Mingfeng shook his head and tossed the arm from his mouth before Qin Huai and Fang Huo. “This is my hand,” he declared, throwing the other arm to the ground. A fountain of blood erupted.

Bang!

A furious roar echoed from the distant forest, followed by the sound of tearing air as a one-armed old man appeared. He carried an imposing aura, seemingly dragging a massive stone statue phantom with his lone arm. A mysterious energy radiated from the shadow, marking him as a visceral prefecture realm expert!

Both Qin Huai and Fang Huo tensed, ready to fight. But Xiang Mingfeng stopped them. “I’ll deal with this guy. You two help the others.” His words were laced with a murderous intent.

Understanding that this old man was likely the one who had gravely injured Guo Ze, Qin Huai and Fang Huo nodded.

“Don’t push yourself too hard!” Fang Huo called out before darting away. Qin Huai quickly followed.

“You seem to trust Xiang Mingfeng a lot,” Qin Huai observed, surprised at Fang Huo’s quick decision to leave.

“Xiang Mingfeng’s strength is equal to mine. Even though that old man is a visceral prefecture realm expert, his vitality is waning. Plus, Xiang Mingfeng has already ripped off one of his arms,” Fang Huo explained.