Chapter 58: Brutal Beating

  Zhang Yi's motto: If people don't offend me, I won't offend them. If they offend me, I will return it tenfold.

  A massive fist, like a thunderbolt, shattered the bridge of Yan Hui's nose at the moment when he couldn't care about the blood gushing out of his two nostrils. He lifted his foot and heavily trampled on his right leg, causing his body to sway and fall to the ground. A clean and swift punch hit Yan Hui's temple once again.

  This heavy blow can't kill a person, but it's enough to knock someone unconscious.

  "Hmm..."

  He secretly let out a sigh of relief, looking at Yan Huiying lying on the ground like a dead dog, his body falling into a coma. A cold smile flashed across Zhang Yi's face, and he lifted his foot to viciously trample on Yan Huiying's bare feet.

  "Ah..."

  A shrill cry of despair pierced the stillness of the deep night, shooting straight up to the sky. The birds perched on several branches were frightened awake and flew into a flurry.

  The swooning eagle was awakened by the excruciating pain of its bare skeletal feet being brutally trampled, a heart-wrenching agony that made it roll its eyes back several times, nearly fainting again.

  "Rustle......"

  Zhang Yi moved quickly and accurately, amidst the mournful cries of the swallow, he also trampled on his other foot, breaking it. Only then did he fly up with one foot, precisely kicking the swallow's face, causing its cheekbone to slightly collapse. He retreated a few steps, jumped onto a massive boulder, squatted down with his arms around him, and coldly stared at the swallow.

  "Damn bastard."

  The body of the eagle that flew back, heavily thudded on the ground beside it, with its four limbs stretched out, coincidentally forming a "big" shape.

  "Cough...cough..."

  He was almost suffocated, and a mixture of phlegm and blood spurted out, with two white teeth mixed in. His bare feet were trampled and broken, the pain making his body convulse. He struggled to kneel up, supporting himself on the ground with both hands, and slowly crawled up from the ground, twisting his waist to sit paralyzed on the ground.

  His face was now twisted together, and under the contrast of nasal blood and mouthful of fresh blood, it looked even more ferocious.

  "Swallow return hawk, do you still want to kill me?"

  Zhang Yi asked with a cold smile.

  At this moment, he has such a record, but in his heart, there is no pride at all. Instead, he is secretly reflecting on himself because he did not expect the strength of Yan Huiying to be so strong. If it weren't for choosing the right tactics, I'm afraid that even if he hadn't been killed by him, he would have ended up in such a miserable state.

  Since the surge of vital energy in his body, his speed and strength have increased, but he has become somewhat arrogant in his heart. It's like a newborn calf not fearing tigers, and without understanding Yan Huiying's true strength, he still plans to engage in combat with her.

  This is not called bravery.

  How stupid!

  "There is a heaven beyond the sky and people beyond humans. From now on, no matter what situation or what kind of enemy I face, I must maintain the most serious attitude and highest vigilance. The vast world has all sorts of wonders, and extraordinary talents emerge one after another. I have just entered the ancient martial arts realm, and there are too many ancient martial artists stronger than me. What I need to do is to continuously improve my own strength."

  In his mind, he silently pondered, his icy gaze wandering over Yan Hui's body.

  Yan Hui thought that even in his dreams, the situation would not turn out like this. He was so much stronger than Zhang Yi, that damned scoundrel, so why was he the one who ended up being beaten so miserably?

  This damn bastard, he's cheating!

  Never had a swallow fallen into such a miserable plight, never had he been so humiliated. His anger had drowned out his reason.

  His heart was already filled with murderous intent.

  "Damn you, mongrel dog! I swear on the honor of the swallow and the hawk that I will kill you, cut you into a thousand pieces, flay your skin, and dismember you into eight parts..."

  Enduring the heart-wrenching pain in his legs, he stretched out his hand to grab the dagger that had fallen on the ground. As he gritted his teeth and stood up, he fiercely thrust the dagger towards Zhang Yi.

  Zhang Yi's face turned cold, his body darted out like a leopard, dodging the dagger that shot towards him.

  "You want to kill me? I'll make you suffer even more torture."

  He understood a truth, killing someone is easy, but there's a kind of revenge that's more satisfying than killing the other person, and that's to make them suffer as much as possible, not just physically, but also mentally, making them immerse in pain every moment.

  He turned around, pulled out the dagger that had been stabbed into the trunk of a tree behind him, and pounced on Yan Huiying. As the dagger swept towards his face, his right foot kicked out heavily, kicking hard at Yan Huiying's calf.

  "Bang......"

  The dagger's attack was just a feint.

  But the real attack was his right foot sweeping out. Watching Yan Huiying try to block the dagger but end up kicking himself in the shin and falling heavily to the ground, Zhang Yi lifted his leg and brushed it against his back, the dagger accurately stabbing into Yan Huiying's hand.

  "Ah..."

  A shrill cry of despair, like the howling of a beast.

  In the midst of the eagle's bloody five fingers trembling, the taste of being worse off than dead made him overwhelmed with pain.

  A surge of reluctance welled up in Zhang Yi's heart, but it was instantly replaced by a cold and ruthless emotion. Yan Hui had been constantly humiliating him, attacking him, he had endured enough, now he wanted to kill himself, why should he be merciful again?

  Mercy towards an enemy is cruelty towards oneself.

  A sharp dagger, in an instant cut off the tendons of Yan Hui's hands and feet, watching the blood splashing, Zhang Yi coldly smiled and then cut off his ankles.

  "Swallows return, this is the consequence of wanting to kill me. Remember, I Zhang Yi have never taken the initiative to offend others, but if you dare to provoke me, the outcome will not be good. This time, I won't kill you, but if there's a next time, I'll cut you into pieces and take your life."

  After finishing the sentence, Zhang Yi's gaze was withdrawn from the painful and mournful cry of the shriveled and trembling body of Yan Huiying, and he turned around and left without looking back.

  He resented Swallow and Hawk, also hated Swallow and Hawk.

  But if he were to kill Yan Hui, he couldn't do it, at least not now. Disabling Yan Hui and making him a useless person for the rest of his life is already the limit of what Zhang Yi can do.

  The vulture, curled up on the ground and writhing in agony, had long since forgotten about Zhang Yi. The excruciating pain made him want to die immediately, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. After more than ten minutes, he finally managed to bandage his wounds with shaking hands, suppressing the intense pain and weakness.

  Excessive blood loss made his face as pale as paper. If it weren't for his relatively strong willpower, he would have probably fainted long ago.

  With great difficulty and slowness he bound up the simple wound, then crawled in a southeasterly direction toward a road that was not too far away.

  The night is dimly lit, with a gentle breeze blowing softly.

  In the depths of the old forest, in a secluded cottage, Chu Qianying was fast asleep on the table, occasionally muttering "it hurts... don't hit" from her mouth, proving that she had dreamed of someone, and that embarrassing thing.

  Next to her, on the bed, Lan Xing, who was fast asleep, twitched her long eyelashes twice and slowly opened her eyes. She sat up and looked at Chu Qianying, who was sleeping with her head on the table, then glanced around before getting out of bed.

  "Qian Ying, wake up."

  Chu Qiuying, who was in a deep sleep, was awakened. She lifted the human skin mask that had been removed, revealing her stunning beauty. Her face, still drowsy from sleep, rubbed the corner of her mouth to wipe away the sparkling saliva and murmured:

  "Master, you're awake?"

  Lan Xing nodded slowly and asked: "Qian Ying, where is Zhang Yi?"

  As she spoke, her gaze swept over the ancient clock on the wall and found that she had been asleep for more than two hours.

  "Off you go! He's already given Master acupuncture and prescribed medicine, what's the point of staying here?"

  "It's broken!"

  Lan Xiang's face changed drastically, and she asked urgently: "When did he leave? How long has it been?"

  "Master, what's wrong with you? He left two hours ago."

  Lan Xing's body trembled, her face turned deathly pale, and she shouted in a low voice:

  "Follow me, save lives."

  Chu Qianying looked at the back of her master who had rushed out, and the puzzled expression on her face deepened. She quickly caught up with him and asked loudly: "Master, what's going on? Who are we saving?"

  Lan Xing didn't respond to Chu Qianying's words, she hastily rushed out of the courtyard, got the direction Zhang Yi left from Chu Qianying's mouth, and hurriedly chased after him.

  She was well aware that Zhang Yi had thoroughly offended his apprentice, Yan Huiying. With Yan Huiying's temperament, how could he not seek revenge? And before Zhang Yi left, Yan Huiying had already been driven away by himself. He probably wouldn't really leave and would wait outside for Zhang Yi, preparing to take revenge on him after he left.

  Her apprentice knew Chu Qianying's strength, and Zhang Yi would absolutely not be his opponent. If Yan Huiying wanted to kill Zhang Yi, it would probably be troublesome.

  Nothing can go wrong!

  Something mustn't go wrong!

  Zhang Yi is his apprentice, even if he goes to death himself, he cannot let Zhang Yi get into trouble. Otherwise, if he knows the truth of the matter, he will probably hate me for a lifetime.

  Lan Xing's speed had soared to its limit, just like a ghostly apparition in the dark forest, instantly dozens of meters away.

  Very soon.

  Lan Xing's figure appeared in the place where Zhang Yi and Yan Hui had previously fought.

  "Master, what's going on? You rushed out and said you wanted to save someone, who is it?" Chu Qianying asked hastily as she finally caught up with Lan Xiang.

  "Huh? There are signs of a fight here, and there's a lot of blood over there. What's going on? When I came with Zhang Yi earlier, it wasn't like this..."

  Suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration in her mind and thought of a terrible thing.

  It is...

  Is it Brother Yan Huiying who wants to harm Zhang Yi? If that's true, then with Zhang Yi's strength, he wouldn't even be a match for Brother Yan!

  Lan Xing's eyes flashed with anger, her fists clenched tightly:

  "I didn't expect that the disciple I taught would be so narrow-minded and rebellious. This bloodstain was probably left by Zhang Yi, and the one who injured him... or killed him must be Yan Huiying. Qian Ying, follow me along the bloodstain to chase."

  Chu Qianying's mouth was agape, her eyes wide with incredulity, as she stared at her master who was walking swiftly and effortlessly.