Mr. Xu was caught off guard by Yun Lang's sudden outburst and was immediately sent flying, spitting up blood repeatedly.
"Hiss..."
Mr. Xu retreated with his incredibly evasive movement technique, his eyes flickering as he looked at Yun Lang in the distance. He sensed a supremely dangerous aura emanating from him!
Based on Yun Lang's current performance, this brat absolutely could not be only at the second layer of the Foundation Establishment realm!
Had he been hiding his strength all along?
No, that didn't make sense!
It seemed he had used some sort of technique that forcefully enhanced his strength for a short period.
This conclusion filled Mr. Xu with a hint of joy. As everyone knew, these types of techniques came with extremely powerful side effects and time limitations.
No matter how strong Yun Lang appeared now, he was just a paper tiger.
As long as he could endure this period of his strength explosion, wouldn't this brat be at his mercy then?
"Boom..."
While Mr. Xu was contemplating, Yun Lang attacked again. The powerful spiritual energy, coupled with his fierce punches, forced Mr. Xu to retreat even further.
Fortunately, after his recent thoughts, his original plan was to stall for as much time as possible.
Mr. Xu circulated his cultivation technique, his figure flickering like a phantom, moving erratically through the forest.
Yun Lang's leg strength had been upgraded to the fifth layer of the Foundation Establishment realm through the organ evolution system. Even so, he still couldn't keep up with Mr. Xu's pace.
With Yun Lang's current strength, the profound power within the Taichu Fist technique could not be maintained over long distances. To fully utilize the Taichu Fist technique, he needed to strike at close range with Mr. Xu.
Unfortunately, Mr. Xu's greatest strength was also his speed, making it impossible for Yun Lang to close the distance between them for the moment.
"Boom!" "Boom!"
He threw two more punches, yet Yun Lang couldn't even touch the corner of Mr. Xu's robes.
This result made Yun Lang anxious. He could feel that the spiritual energy that had surged due to the immense pressure earlier had been significantly depleted in the recent fight. If Mr. Xu managed to drag this out any longer, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Gritting his teeth, Yun Lang took out the Heavenly Spirit Sword from his spatial ring, which he hadn't used in a long time.
Previously, within the sect, Yun Lang had also practiced a sword technique. However, compared to the Taichu Fist technique, he had clearly put less effort into his swordsmanship.
"It's come to this, I can't care about anything else anymore!" Yun Lang gritted his teeth, drew his precious sword, and unleashed a slash.
The sword technique he had practiced back then was the Six Harmonies Sword Technique. Its sword intent was gentle and upright, making it unsuitable for combat.
However, by chance, Mr. Xu's speed was ghost-like, and his cultivation technique was some sort of evil art from a minor sect, which was precisely restrained by the upright intent contained within the Six Harmonies Sword Technique.
Mr. Xu clearly hadn't expected Yun Lang to have such a backup plan. His previously effortless footwork immediately became much more disorganized.
"Hummm..."
Yun Lang, using the remaining spiritual energy within his body, unleashed another sword strike. This time, it landed directly on Mr. Xu.
Mr. Xu couldn't dodge in time and was struck squarely by Yun Lang's sword. His body trembled, and he finally fell to the ground uncontrollably.
"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."
Yun Lang also collapsed to the ground. With that last sword strike, he had used up all the spiritual energy in his body. He could only gamble now, gambling that he had completely killed Mr. Xu.
The exhaustion of his spiritual energy brought on a wave of dizziness. It took him a long time to recover.
Yun Lang took out a spirit stone and absorbed its spiritual energy to replenish himself, finally feeling a little better.
Yun Lang used the Heavenly Spirit Sword to support his body and barely managed to walk over to Mr. Xu's body. Only after confirming that the opponent had been killed by him did he finally relax and turn to find Zhao Wan'er.
Fortunately, Zhao Wan'er was just an ordinary woman. Yun Lang had told her to run quickly, and though she had tried her best, she hadn't gotten very far.
Yun Lang caught up with the stumbling Zhao Wan'er without much effort. Seeing him arrive, Zhao Wan'er immediately relaxed and knelt on the ground.
"Benefactor... sob sob sob..." Zhao Wan'er suddenly threw herself into Yun Lang's arms.
Yun Lang's appearance here undoubtedly meant he had defeated that strange man, and she no longer had to live a life of helplessness.
Looking at Zhao Wan'er's delicate and fragile appearance, Yun Lang knew that if she were left to fend for herself, she would encounter many difficulties.
Since he had already intervened, he might as well see it through and take Zhao Wan'er back to the Taichu Sect.
"Benefactor, please don't leave Wan'er... As long as I can follow you, Wan'er is willing to be your servant..." Zhao Wan'er wept uncontrollably.
"Alright, you'll follow me. Stop crying," Yun Lang said awkwardly, as he hated Zhao Wan'er's tears the most.
Hearing Yun Lang say this, Zhao Wan'er was naturally overjoyed. Her life in these past few days had been a series of dramatic ups and downs.
After making up their minds, they rested for a night, and then Yun Lang took Zhao Wan'er back to the Taichu Sect.
Fortunately, Yun Lang had already dealt with Wang family's pursuers and everyone in the underground arena, so they were not in a hurry. It took them another half-day to return to the Taichu Sect.
As a direct disciple of the peak lord, Yun Lang had unimpeded access within the sect. He brought Zhao Wan'er directly to Snow Peak.
After settling Zhao Wan'er in his stone house, Yun Lang went to find Lin Ruxue.
To Yun Lang's surprise, Lin Ruxue was quite easy to find that day. Although she was drinking as usual, she was honestly staying in her own room, and Yun Lang didn't have much trouble finding her.
Seeing his master now, Yun Lang was filled with mixed emotions.
He recalled a time when he couldn't even find his master. The fact that he found her so easily today was truly like the sun rising from the west.
"Master, this is the badge for a Silver-ranked warrior," Yun Lang said as he handed it over.
Lin Ruxue glanced at it and then tossed it back to Yun Lang.
"Not bad, your speed is a little faster than I expected," Lin Ruxue nodded, a hint of a smile finally appearing on her face, which usually showed no joy or sorrow.
"Yes, there were some incidents at the underground arena," Yun Lang replied truthfully.
"What happened?" Lin Ruxue became a little more alert. She looked Yun Lang up and down, and only after confirming that he was not injured did she subtly relax.
"This is a long story..." Yun Lang thought of Zhao Wan'er in his room, as well as the Wang family of Xuyang City, and felt a headache coming on.
He had returned to the Taichu Sect, but there was no guarantee that those people wouldn't continue to trouble him.
"Then make it a short story!" Lin Ruxue said.
Helpless, Yun Lang gave Lin Ruxue a summary of his experiences over the past few days, especially mentioning how people from the Wang family and the arena had pursued him.