Martial Peak - Rise Of The Human Emperor-Chapter 58 – You Fight Like a Girl

Among the three who had arrived, only Nu Lang was at the Qi Transforming Stage. The other two were merely at the Initial Element Stage. Though it would be troublesome to deal with Nu Lang head-on, Yang Kai knew the strategy: first take out the weak, then go all in on the strong.

Looking at himself, Yang Kai couldn't help but wonder—could he actually fight against a Qi Transforming cultivator? The very thought made his blood boil with anticipation.

His guess had been spot on. The two disciples who approached from the left truly were Storm House members, and their strength matched those he had previously eliminated. They weren't weak, but they were far from extraordinary.

Hearing the dying screams of their fellow disciples, the two had rushed forward. Yet before they arrived, a body had already flown through the air.

"Who's there!?" they yelled, halting in their tracks.

No response came. Instead, Yang Kai shot forward like an arrow loosed from the bow. His killing intent roared like a tempest, crashing down on them.

"It's Yang Kai!" they shouted, instantly recognizing him as weapons flashed into their hands. One attacked from the left, the other from the right, both charging in simultaneously.

Yang Kai didn't flinch. With his blood surging and battle spirit ignited, he met their assault head-on. In a blur, his blood-red blade materialized once more—its edge dripping with the fiery might of Yang Qi—as he slashed directly at one of them.

The disciple raised his sword to parry, but how could a common weapon compete with a drop of Yang Qi? The moment their blades collided, the Storm House disciple's sword snapped in two.

Panicking, he narrowly twisted away, the blade grazing his ribs with a hiss.

Shing!

A searing sound echoed out. The disciple screamed as the metallic scent of burned flesh filled the air.

"Senior Brother!" The second disciple's face paled in horror, quickly retreating from his own reckless strike.

But it was already too late.

Without hesitation, Yang Kai's palm crashed into the disciple's solar plexus. Yang Qi surged into the man's body like a wildfire. His eyes bulged, his body trembled, and then he flew back several meters before collapsing. Twitching once, then twice... and then he moved no more.

Dead.

It was even faster than the last.

Before Yang Kai could turn to finish the job, the remaining disciple slashed his blade toward him in a fury.

There was no time to dodge.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Kai braced himself.

Shua—!

The steel tore into his abdomen, pain flaring outward as blood sprayed. But Yang Kai didn't so much as wince. Instead, he looked up with a savage, bloodthirsty grin.

The other disciple stared in disbelief. His comrade had just been killed in front of his eyes. Rage clouded his thoughts, blinding him with a singular desire—to take Yang Kai's life in return.

He raised his blade again, this time aiming for Yang Kai's throat.

Yang Kai raised his forearm to block. The steel carved an inch-long gash, stopping at the bone.

"Heh..."

Through the shadows, Yang Kai's bloodied face twisted into a wide grin, exposing sharp, ivory-white teeth—like a beast savoring the hunt. He reeked of bloodlust. Demonic. Unhinged.

"You... you're insane!" the disciple stammered, finally realizing this wasn't a man—they were fighting a monster.

Terror gripped him. His blade faltered.

Yang Kai's foot swung up in a merciless arc—Crack!

A cry tore from the disciple's throat as he collapsed, clutching his groin. His face turned ghostly pale, his breath short and ragged.

Yang Kai yanked the sword from his own arm and brought it down in one clean stroke.

A second life ended in silence.

Just then, a new figure arrived from the right—Nu Lang.

The five Storm House disciples had split into three groups in pursuit of him and Xia Ning Chang. Now, four of them lay dead.

Nu Lang's face twisted as his gaze swept the carnage. "Did you kill them?" he growled.

Yang Kai turned slowly, his crazed eyes oddly calm.

"No need to ask," he replied coldly. "Nu Tao and Cheng Shao Feng? I killed them too. You guessed right."

"You... really did it!" Nu Lang's body trembled. Deep down, he'd held onto a foolish hope—that his younger brother had simply wandered off. That hope shattered in an instant.

"They tried to kill me," Yang Kai said flatly. "So I killed them. Nothing more to say. Let's finish this."

"Good. Very good!" Nu Lang's voice dripped with venom. "Since you dare to kill... and dare to admit it... then I will grant you a death worthy of your sins!"

He lunged forward, fast as lightning.

His claw-shaped hand slashed out, aiming straight for Yang Kai's throat.

Yang Kai's expression turned grim. The difference between Initial Element and Qi Transforming cultivators was no joke.

He quickly leaned back, covering his throat with both hands.

Nu Lang smirked mid-strike—and redirected his claw downward.

Whoosh!

Yang Kai stumbled back, glancing down to see five bloody claw marks across his stomach. And along with the wounds... came a strange, invasive energy.

Yang Kai instantly activated his True Yang Tactics, the golden flame within him surging as he incinerated the foreign energy in a flash.

"A measly fourth-stage brat dares to act arrogant in front of me?" Nu Lang sneered. "I won't let you die quickly—I'll make you beg for it!"

"Oh? You fight with claws and prance like a girl. Aren't you ashamed?" Yang Kai tore off his tattered robes, exposing his thin but iron-hard torso.

Nu Lang's face darkened. He had no comeback—who told him to train in something as inelegant as claw techniques?

"Keep talking. Let's see if you're still so smug later," he spat. His fingers curled once more, forming twin hawk talons, and he launched another assault.

Yang Kai burst into laughter. "Then let me show you the might of my fists!"

Clashing against the claws head-on, Yang Kai roared, "Come! Let's see who's left standing!"

In the space between them, their hands locked together. Yang Kai's punch had clashed violently with Nu Lang's hand, but rather than retreat, their fingers interlocked in a fierce contest of strength.

World Qi burst forth from both of them, violently colliding in their grasp.

"What?!" Nu Lang's expression twisted in disbelief. Yang Kai's World Qi was more overbearing than his own! He could barely hold on.

Impossible. The gap in cultivation between them was wide—Yang Kai shouldn't be a threat at all. Yet his World Qi surged like a burning tide, forcing Nu Lang to retreat.

He leapt back several steps, hurriedly circulating his Qi to dissolve the invading energy. But what stunned him even more was Yang Kai's condition—his fist had clearly taken damage, but his fingers hadn't crumbled. The boy's body was unnaturally resilient.

"No wonder my brothers fell to him. It wasn't luck after all," Nu Lang muttered grimly. He could no longer afford to treat this fight lightly.

Yang Kai shook out his wounded fist. His gaze, sharp as a blade, reflected excitement and anticipation. The pressure, the pain, the thrill of fighting an enemy stronger than himself—all of it stirred his Indomitable Will.

His blood boiled. The time to suppress himself had ended.

From deep within his bones, boiling heat surged into his meridians. Energy flowed like magma, strengthening flesh and blood. His aura spiked.

Yang Kai grinned, like a predator baring his fangs. "Come again!"

With a battle cry, he dashed forward and threw a punch—a simple, straight punch. Nothing flashy. Nothing complex. Just raw force and unshakable will.

"Courting death!" Nu Lang scoffed, confident his Qi transforming stage power would prevail. He caught Yang Kai's punch again.

But in that instant, he felt something wrong. The power behind the punch had grown—Yang Kai's World Qi burned hotter and pressed harder.

Initial Element sixth Stage!

His cultivation had risen mid-battle?!

Nu Lang's mind reeled. Still, he believed Yang Kai's storage of World Qi was shallow. If he kept pressing, the boy would burn out.

Yet the battle continued, and with every exchange, Yang Kai's cultivation climbed.

Sixth stage. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth!

Every punch was stronger, every block more solid. Nu Lang's fingers blistered from contact, his heart chilled by pain.

Yang Kai's body, though bloodied, was like a mountain. He didn't budge.

Nu Lang circled, trying to exploit a weakness, but found none. Yang Kai's defense was seamless, forged in the fires of real battle, and his rhythm only grew tighter.

Now at the peak of Initial Element, Yang Kai's World Qi stabilized.

Nu Lang exhaled. Finally, a ceiling.

He still had an advantage—barely. One level higher, at the Qi Transforming First Stage. But that gap, once a canyon, now felt like a narrow bridge easily crossed.

A trace of unease slithered down Nu Lang's spine.

Yang Kai stood unmoving, a rock amidst storm winds. His strength was unnaturally stable, as if he had always belonged at the peak.

Nu Lang's heart pounded. What kind of monster is this boy?

He didn't know about the source of Yang Kai's power.

But what Nu Lang did know was this:

If he couldn't end this soon, he would lose.

And he would die.

Desperation twisted Nu Lang's face. With a shout, he surged forward and released his deadliest technique—a burning crimson serpent formed of Qi lashed toward Yang Kai's chest.

The attack landed cleanly. Smoke curled from the impact as Yang Kai staggered, a scorched hole in his robe. Nu Lang's grin returned—momentary and cruel.

But it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Yang Kai straightened. Slowly. Deliberately. The scorched flesh healed before Nu Lang's eyes. The hole in his chest sealed, the burn faded.

Xia Ning Chang, watching from afar, covered her mouth in shock. Her heart trembled—not at fear, but awe.

Nu Lang stepped back. "That should've crippled you...!"

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Yang Kai lifted his head, eyes glowing faintly. "Should have, yes."

His voice was calm. Detached. As if life and death held no sway over him.

Inside, Nu Lang's instincts screamed. Something about this boy was wrong. Not just powerful—unnatural.

Yang Kai advanced.

Each step brought a surge of World Qi, pressing Nu Lang back as though heaven itself weighed down upon him.

Desperate, Nu Lang gathered all his remaining Qi into one final, desperate attack. He would stake everything.

But Yang Kai Like a wraith, he appeared behind Nu Lang and whispered, "You're not worthy."

A fist exploded into Nu Lang's spine.

Bones cracked. Blood gushed.

Nu Lang flew forward like a ragdoll, smashing into the valley wall.

As dust settled, he collapsed, unmoving.

Yang Kai exhaled slowly.