"Okay," Yogan's voice echoed through the underground camp, tired and hoarse.
"He Qing, you saved me twice. I won't hurt you, and Brother Yang won't either..." The woman spoke, though there was a hint of distrust on her pale face.
As they crossed a load-bearing column, He Qing looked up, her moist eyes searching the shadows. When her gaze fell on Yogan, standing with his head lowered, a small flicker of joy appeared in her eyes.
"I know you're a good person, and Brother Yang is also a good person," she said softly, walking toward him. She reached out, taking his arm in a familiar gesture, pressing her heavy chest against his forearm.
She smiled, about to pull Yogan toward Yang Yi, but noticed something strange. The boy remained unmoving, standing as solid as an iron pestle. He wouldn't budge.
He Qing lowered her head, her gaze fixing on Yogan's face, hidden in the shadows. When their eyes met, a cold shiver ran down her spine. His eyes were full of mockery, sarcasm, and an unmistakable murderous intent.
Her pupils constricted in sudden fear, and a strong sense of unease surged within her. She instinctively stepped back.
But it was too late.
In an instant, a straight black line appeared on her chest, like thunder tearing through the silence. Her white, soft skin was pierced by the sheer force, and the steel bar Yogan had been holding plunged through her chest at lightning speed.
The immense force sent her crashing to the ground, and the steel bar embedded into the earth with a loud, resounding bang.
"Ah!" He Qing screamed in terror, her mind going blank for a moment. The sharp pain that followed was unbearable. She couldn't move, her body paralyzed with fear. Her consciousness began to fade as she saw a fist descending from above.
Before she could react, the fist smashed into her head, driving it directly into the ground. She tried to escape, but her limbs were useless. Her vision blurred, and her thoughts became fragmented.
"You... Why?" He Qing gasped, barely able to speak, her voice weak with confusion.
Yang Yi, standing in the distance, watched the scene unfold in shock. He had seen everything happen in the blink of an eye. One moment, He Qing was alive, and the next, she was blasted into the ground.
Yogan stood there, his eyes slightly raised, the corners of his mouth lifting in a faint smile. He stared at Yang Yi with cold intensity.
"It seems I was right. This woman was problematic from the start," Yogan said, his voice icy. He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving Yang Yi.
"From the first moment I saw her, I knew something was wrong. And just now, her actions were exaggerated and foolish," Yogan continued, his tone biting.
"But obviously... stupid people don't survive in such a brutal environment," he added, a hint of dark amusement in his voice.
Yang Yi sneered in response, his eyes narrowing with anger.
The woman on the ground finally reacted, her eyes flashing with resentment. She struggled to pull out the steel bar from her chest, but the blood flowing from the wound only made her weaker. She gasped for breath, her strength rapidly fading.
"Based on this judgment alone, you dare to kill her so ruthlessly?" Yang Yi's voice was calm but laced with a dark undertone.
Yogan didn't respond, but his expression grew colder, his hand tightening into a fist.
Yang Yi nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on Yogan with a deadly intent. "You're truly ruthless," he muttered.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the underground camp shifted. The air thickened, and the smell of blood grew more intense. A dark, ominous presence filled the space.
Yang Yi's body began to swell, his muscles bulging as his power surged. In an instant, his form grew to nearly three meters tall. He raised his head lazily, looking down at Yogan from his towering height.
"To tell you the truth," Yang Yi's voice grew louder, sharper, "this camp was nothing more than bait. Old Snake and I worked together, one in the shadows and the other in the light, sharing the blood grains we gathered."
Yang Yi's voice became increasingly high-pitched, his words dripping with malice. His muscles expanded further, becoming as hard as iron, his body seemingly transforming into a beast.
"Your appearance is unexpected, but also... pleasantly surprising," he continued, a twisted smile spreading across his face. "The fresh blood, combined with the rich energy of the earth... It's perfect."
With a sudden motion, Yang Yi tore off his torn shirt, revealing his strong, grotesque body. Strange blood-colored lines covered his skin, twisting and pulsing with dark energy.
"Since the three of them are dead, then..." Yang Yi's voice became even more distorted. "I can taste your deliciousness alone!"
Yogan's eyes narrowed. The situation had escalated quickly. He had no time to hesitate. The only option left was to fight.
Yogan clenched his right fist, disappearing into the shadows in an instant. But Yang Yi seemed to have anticipated his move. With the speed of lightning, he lunged forward, his fist like a massive sandbag heading straight for Yogan.
Yogan barely had time to react. The punch connected with a thunderous boom, and the entire underground camp shook violently.
For the first time, Yogan felt the full force of the power gap between them. He instinctively raised his arms to block, but the residual force sent him flying through the ceiling. His body crashed upward, breaking through the concrete and soaring into the air.
The dazzling light flashed across his face, and for a brief moment, it seemed as though the world itself was spinning. Mid-air, a figure loomed, covering the sky and the sun. Yang Yi grinned, ready to strike again without hesitation.
Yogan's pupils contracted as he struggled to lift his right palm. With great effort, he released a burst of red and white light, forming a powerful energy shield just in time.
Boom!
The shockwave from the impact temporarily separated the two combatants. Yogan spat out a mouthful of blood, his body crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.
Yang Yi's burly body rolled through the air, absorbing the impact before he landed gracefully. His eyes burned with fury, his teeth bared in a predatory grin.
"Is this your trump card?" Yang Yi taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "Is this what you think will kill me?"
Yogan struggled to rise, his body aching from the brutal force. He had just barely survived the exchange, but he knew that this fight was far from over.
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