Chapter 1534: Human Punching Bag

Chapter 1534: Chapter 1534: Human Punching Bag

The entire Martial Sect was trembling. His old tiger-like eyes were enveloped by a crystalline mist, yet still full of bloodshot threads.

Hatred was carved into his heart, fused into his bones, seeping into his blood. Whenever it was quiet, boundless murderous intent would arise.

Just like now, his hands were tightly gripping the sides of the chair’s armrests, his powerful fingers directly embedding into the solid wood, and with a crunching sound, the chair’s armrests shattered into powder, dispersing with the wind.

Lin Tian also felt his eyes aching, as if stung by sand and wind, his fists clenched tightly, and the Spiritual Qi in his body was chaotically stirring, feeling unbearable unless released.

"Wang Xingkong!"

Lin Tian gritted his teeth, and from exerting too much force, even his gums bled.

Along with the hatred, Lin Tian was deeply self-reproaching; at the root of it all, he was the prime culprit!

Suddenly, Martial Sect’s round eyes bulged, his mouth opened, and with a ’pu’ sound, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Tian was startled, glanced at Martial Sect, and understood in his heart that this was due to deep-seated grievances, remaining internal injuries, and now being enraged harmed his body, leading to the blood spitting.

"How do you feel?" Lin Tian asked with concern.

Martial Sect did not respond but rather froze, his eyes were crimson, and his face was full of malevolence.

Suddenly, Martial Sect’s reddened eyes fixed on Lin Tian, with his teeth clattering loudly as he gnawed them together. His mouth cracked open, revealing a fierce and sinister expression.

Lin Tian gasped, feeling a chill rise within his heart.

This was... Martial Sect falling into a state of madness again!

"Martial Sect! Don’t be so damn unambitious, suppress your ferocity!" Lin Tian grabbed his shoulders, shaking him while shouting loudly.

Indeed, this method had some effect, at least Martial Sect appeared clear-headed for a second.

But that only lasted a moment, in the next instant, Martial Sect suddenly turned like an enraged lion, baring his fangs, extending his stiff hands to punch Lin Tian.

At this time, Martial Sect was completely clouded by his Heart Demon, dominated by hatred, and from his perspective, Lin Tian might as well have been Wang Xingkong, wishing to devour his flesh and drink his blood.

An expert at the Middle Stage of Golden Elixir dominated by a Heart Demon could even unleash power exceeding normal, very close to Late Stage Golden Elixir.

Yet for Lin Tian, the danger wasn’t significant, he had plenty of strength to subdue Martial Sect.

However... the situation wasn’t that simple. If it was just about subduing him, it might even harm him. After all, he’s without reason, and in a subdued state, doing harm to himself and others is just too normal!

Lin Tian couldn’t find any weaknesses on Martial Sect, quickly backing away; this was the time to avoid him.

However, Martial Sect didn’t think so, at this moment, he was like a madman, with a single-minded intention to kill Lin Tian.

Martial Sect spread his arms in a semicircular maneuver, his body aggressively charging forward. The turbulent Spiritual Qi made his hands resemble two crescent blades.

It was evidently an extremely potent martial art, and once executed, the air began to hum, and vision warped.

Ordinary people wouldn’t possibly withstand it.

Lin Tian immediately backed away, darting around the room like a nimble monkey. But doing so resulted in Martial Sect shattering all sorts of furniture inside, leaving chaos behind.

Eventually, Lin Tian stepped back, lightly tapping his foot twice on the ground, leaping directly from the door to the hall.

At least here, the space was a bit wider, making movement less constrained.

"A great opportunity! Kid, don’t run, stand your ground, take a few punches!"

Yu Yang’s voice suddenly came.

Lin Tian was floating in mid-air using Lightweight Skill, and upon hearing this, nearly fell down.

"Master, I’m your only disciple! If I die, you won’t survive either; why make me die?" Lin Tian replied irritably.

"You fool! You’ve just broken through to Late Stage Golden Elixir, although the Golden Core is shattered into small pieces, your current power is somewhat unstable, needing two months of retreat to consolidate it. Now, with this madman, you can use the battle to better stabilize it."

"Besides, you’ve soaked in the Dragon Transformation Pool and taken the Taiyi Elixir. Your body is already strong, reaching a certain level of physical power, experts at the Middle Stage of Golden Elixir shouldn’t pose any threat to you, take a couple of punches, and you’ll be alright!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Tian was so angry his jaw was tingling. What kind of bizarre reasoning was this?

Yu Yang continued, "Don’t you want to know how strong your body is now?"

And indeed, this struck a chord with Lin Tian. With his meridians transformed from grass roots to bull tendons, skin from thin paper to iron sheet, such qualitative leaps made him genuinely curious to test its true strength.

Listening to Yu Yang’s words, Lin Tian decided not to run, letting his body drop and stood again in the center of the courtyard.

The wind seemed to blow spontaneously; his clothes fluttered, eyes formidable, his stance upright like a thousand-year-old pine, steadfast and unmoving.

Xiang Ming was still swinging the Thousand Cyan Threads in the courtyard, previously he was listening with upright ears to the sound of fighting inside the house, puzzled about what Master and Martial Uncle were doing in there. He hadn’t even reacted by the next second when Lin Tian suddenly charged out!

As Lin Tian landed, Xiang Ming suddenly felt a gust of strong wind coming towards him, hurriedly shielding himself with the Hidden Dragon Sword, but was still blown away by the powerful impact, awkwardly falling to the ground.

This was already the second time Xiang Ming was blown away by Lin Tian’s pressure, his teeth grinding with fury, lips quivering as if cursing Lin Tian.

Suddenly, Lin Tian turned his gaze, looking at him with an icy stare.

Xiang Ming’s body instantly tensed up, fearing another reprimand.

"Hold the sword and keep away!" Lin Tian shouted at Xiang Ming with Spiritual Qi infused in his voice.

Xiang Ming wanted to ask why, but seeing Lin Tian’s expression, wisely kept silent, grabbed the huge sword, and fled quickly.

In the next instant, Martial Sect, who had fallen into madness with crimson red eyes, charged out of the room, his entire being exuding a chilling murderous aura.

Xiang Ming then understood why, frightened to the point his legs nearly gave out.

He remembered deeply when an old demon attacked Luoyan Dock a few months ago, and his master was in the same state. If a trace of reason hadn’t been maintained, he wouldn’t have escaped Luoyan Dock alive.

Martial Sect completely ignored Xiang Ming; in his eyes, he was just an ant. Instead, his eyes were locked onto Lin Tian, after a roar of rage, he charged at Lin Tian!

But what made Xiang Ming’s jaw drop was that Lin Tian just stood there, not moving at all. Was this guy stupid? Acting like a human punching bag? Were these punches going to kill him?