High Martial Arts Storm

Chapter 7 I must see him alive or dead.

Inside the training room.

Yang Qin and Yang Haocheng sat cross-legged facing each other. When she sensed the change in Yang Haocheng's aura, a strange look appeared in her eyes.

This little guy...

Another breakthrough?

This time, it seems he didn't take the gene serum, right?

Moreover, breaking through each level of the Star Realm is no easy feat!

Also.

When he arrived here yesterday, his combat power was only 5.6. In just one day, he actually broke through to the six-star warrior realm, and his combat power increased to 6.0.

Yang Qin pondered this carefully, a hint of shock creeping into her heart.

"Yang Haocheng, how did you do that?"

"what?"

Yang Haocheng slowly raised his head, feigning confusion.

He was unwilling to reveal his secret, even though Yang Qin was his sparring partner.

He is now aware of a situation:

Before I extracted the 0.06 increase in combat power, my combat power should have been more than 5.9. It's just that the number after "9" wasn't displayed. So after I extracted 0.06 and added the number after that, because it exceeded 0.1, I was able to successfully break through to a combat power of 6.0.

Yang Qin calmed herself down, a complex look in her eyes, and said, "Yang Haocheng, your cultivation speed is so fast, how come you're still only at the Battle Soldier Realm?"

There was no system before.

Yang Haocheng muttered to himself.

Then, feigning hesitation, he said, "Perhaps it's because my family was poor and couldn't afford gene serum before. I just didn't expect it to be so effective."

Gene therapy?

Is this related to gene therapy?

Who could take three tubes of the lowest-grade gene serum and increase their combat power so much in just one day?

"You little brat, your talent for cultivation..."

Yang Qin wanted to say a few words of praise, but she swallowed them back before she could finish.

At seventeen, his cultivation level had only broken through to the fifth-star warrior realm. His cultivation aptitude was not good at all; it could be described as terrible. Even now that he has broken through to the sixth-star warrior realm, he is still not considered outstanding and can only be described as mediocre.

perhaps……

It's because of the effects of the gene serum!

Thinking of this, Yang Qin wiped away the complicated emotions in her heart and said seriously, "Now that you have broken through, you need to adapt to your current combat level. Come on, let's have a real battle."

"good!"

The night was hazy.

When Yang Haocheng dragged his tired body out of the Zijing Martial Arts Hall, it was already 2 a.m.

His cultivation improved, and his combat power soared. Even though it was tough and tiring, and he was beaten up and it hurt a lot, he was still very satisfied.

He needs strength.

Only by becoming stronger can he live longer and protect his blind sister and younger brother.

It was late at night, but still very hot.

As Yang Haocheng walked under the dim streetlights, looking at the shops that were still open for business and the customers coming and going, his desire for wealth grew stronger.

With money, one can purchase more and better cultivation resources.

With access to resources, one's cultivation speed can advance by leaps and bounds, granting greater power.

And if you possess great power, you can earn even more money.

This……

It's a virtuous cycle.

"what?"

Yang Haocheng suddenly stopped and his gaze fell on a burly figure.

Uncle Pang?

Given his fully armed appearance and the fact that he went to the magnetic frisbee store, was he planning to leave the city late at night?

Yang Haocheng thought for a moment, then strode over.

The magnetic frisbee specialty store is very large, with two floors, each floor being four or five hundred square meters. Five rows of shelves are filled with various models of magnetic frisbees, and there are spacious aisles between the shelves.

As Yang Haocheng walked in, he saw Pang Zhenhai following a middle-aged shop assistant into the shelf area.

"Zhenhai, haven't the members of your swarm team already set off for Fengcheng Town, a level-two wasteland?" the middle-aged shop assistant asked in confusion.

"Captain Lin won't let me go," Pang Zhenhai said with a wry smile.

Why?

"I feel terrible that Bai Feng didn't make it back from Fengcheng Town alive. He was afraid that if I led the team to Fengcheng Town, I would act rashly and make a big mistake." Pang Zhenhai's tone was low.

"you……"

"Yang Baifeng is my brother who has been through thick and thin with me, so..." Pang Zhenhai clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, saying, "I want to see him alive or dead."

The middle-aged shop assistant remained silent.

Yang Haocheng, who had just followed into the shelf area, suddenly trembled, and his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

That's right!

While at school, Pang Zhenhai told him that his father had died while covering his teammates' retreat.

But no one saw Father killed by the bloodthirsty wolves!

At most, they've just disappeared, right?

What if my father had some means of survival and managed to live?

Perhaps my father didn't come back because he was injured and is hiding in some secluded corner of Fengcheng Town, a second-level desert town?

"Anything is possible."

Yang Haocheng felt an impulse rising in his heart: he wanted to go to Fengcheng Town.

A deserted town.

It's an abandoned town.

Based on the degree of danger, the towns are divided into four levels from low to high: Level 1 deserted town, Level 2 deserted town, Level 3 deserted town, and Special Level deserted town.

Fengcheng Town, as a second-level abandoned town, is very dangerous for him, extremely dangerous.

but……

He wanted to find out for sure whether his father was alive or dead.

Yang Haocheng made up his mind and immediately chased after them:

"Uncle Pang, I'll go with you."

"Haocheng?" Pang Zhenhai stopped and turned to see Yang Haocheng. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I finished my training at the Zijing Martial Arts Hall and happened to see you here, so I followed you," Yang Haocheng explained, then said earnestly, "Uncle Pang, please take me with you when you go to find my father!"

"Nonsense!"

Pang Zhenhai coldly rebuked, "That's a level two desert town. Even a warrior-level expert could die there. You're only a soldier-level expert. Going there is tantamount to suicide. Go back and rest. As for finding your father... I'll handle that."

"I……"

"go back!"

"..."

Filled with resentment, Yang Haocheng finally left the magnetic frisbee store under Pang Zhenhai's reprimand.

He knew that Pang Zhenhai was doing it for his own good.

He also knew that he was afraid of dying and dreaded the level-two deserted town.

but……

He had to find his father, alive or dead.

Beside the road.

Yang Haocheng's expression kept changing.

He himself dared not go to Fengcheng Town, a second-level desert town.

Therefore, he had to think of another way, or rather, find another expert to take him there.

Who to look for?