Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 154 The Chase

the other side.

Sima Yi ran until he could no longer see Yang Chenglu and the other man behind him, then he stopped and dashed into a village ahead.

He didn't rush in with great fanfare, because he was worried that making too much noise would attract Yang Chenglu and his companion again. Instead, he used his lightness skill to silently land in a courtyard on the outskirts of the village.

In the courtyard, a man was chopping wood when he suddenly saw Sima Yi fall from the roof and was about to shout loudly.

Sima Yi struck out with a palm from a distance, and a burst of Yuan Gang Qi shot out from his palm, accurately hitting the man. The latter died on the spot, his body exploding and he died without even being able to utter a scream, turning into a pool of blood.

Hearing the commotion, an old woman came out of the wooden house, saw the blood on the ground, and suddenly burst into tears.

"So noisy!"

Sima Yi flashed behind the old woman, raised his hand and punched her head, smashing it open. Her cries did not carry far, but stopped abruptly as soon as they came out of her mouth.

Sima Yi flicked the blood off his hand, his eyes filled with indifference. Killing two people was as easy as crushing two ants.

He strode into the house and found a corner to sit down cross-legged.

As soon as he calmed down, he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and his breathing became weak and listless.

"What a vicious throwing hammer! Yang's methods are too unexpected. I've really suffered a great loss this time."

Sima Yi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and calmed his mind to feel the changes in his body. Countless bones in his chest cavity were broken, and his internal organs were either damaged or displaced by the shock.

Moreover, the effects of the Boiling Blood Pill had worn off, leaving only the poison in his body. Now, the poison was coursing through his limbs and bones, causing him pain all over his body.

With his injuries and erysipelas taking effect, his condition is now extremely poor.

"This is the most serious injury I've suffered in ten years!"

"Unfortunately, there are no martial artists of considerable strength nearby. Otherwise, if I could just devour all of their blood and energy, my injuries would be greatly alleviated immediately."

Sima Yi pondered for a moment, then popped a few healing pills into his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and calmly digested and healed his injuries.

With each breath he took, his nasal cavity was filled with a strong, bloody smell, and it felt as if countless sharp thorns were piercing through his internal organs, making him feel like he was living a life worse than death.

This made him even more resentful of Yang Chenglu, and he also felt some dissatisfaction with the Devouring Spirit Demon.

"What on earth is that Devouring Spirit Demon doing? If he had arrived in time, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state!" Sima Yi was filled with resentment.

Just then, sensing something, he suddenly looked up and gazed at the rooftop.

"Who is it? Show yourself!"

He raised his hand and unleashed a burst of true energy. Boom! A large hole was suddenly blasted in the roof above, and a figure leaped down from above, landing in the center of the courtyard.

"Such keen insight! Even with such severe injuries, you were able to spot me immediately. No wonder you are the sect leader of the Yin Yuan Sect." Lin Qing exclaimed as he landed. He used his lightness skill to follow Sima Yi, moving silently without making any noise, hoping to find an opportunity to ambush him. However, he was discovered as soon as he jumped onto the roof.

"Lin Qing, you actually managed to catch up with me?" He stood up and stepped out of the wooden house.

"You're just a little skilled in lightness techniques. Master Sima, you're already so badly injured, I think you should surrender instead of suffering any more. I'll give you a quick death!" Lin Qing laughed.

"You ignorant brat, I am a Yuan Gang martial artist, and you? You haven't even stepped into the True Yuan Realm. So what if you are seriously injured? I can still kill you with ease." Sima Yi sneered.

"Master Sima, you have quite the arrogance. I suppose you've already exhausted your Yuan Gang Qi? Without this item to protect you, killing you would be as easy as turning my hand," Lin Qing sneered.

"So what if it is? But I don't need Yuan Gang Qi to kill you. I just happen to be lacking Qi and blood to heal my injuries. You've come at the perfect time. I'm going to devour you!"

Sima Yi was too lazy to dawdle any longer and made his move directly, rushing to Lin Qing in a flash.

Lin Qing was highly focused. As soon as Sima Yi showed signs of Yuan Gang Qi, he would immediately retreat. Even with his current physique and strength of 800,000 to 900,000 jin, he would likely be unable to withstand the bombardment of Yuan Gang Qi, as its destructive power was simply too strong.

Therefore, his appearance just now was a gamble. First, he was betting that Sima Yi had exhausted his Yuan Gang Qi in the fierce battle, and second, he was betting that Sima Yi was seriously injured and his strength was far from his peak.

At this moment, when he saw the black true energy swirling around Sima Yi's palm, he knew that he had made the right bet; Sima Yi no longer had any Yuan Gang Qi in his body.

He immediately threw a punch to meet the attack. Their fists collided, and Sima Yi's expression suddenly changed drastically. He staggered backward, taking eight steps before regaining his footing.

"Such a strong physique, no wonder that idiot Tan Yuchun fell into your hands."

Sima Yi felt his arm go numb and couldn't help but comment.

Lin Qing ignored him completely, took a series of steps, and instantly swept out to the left of Sima Yi, leaping into the air and swinging his right leg like a whip.

Although this move is not recorded in the fighting techniques of the "Buddha's Fist Manual", Lin Qing still used the technique by using his leg as a fist, making this whip kick extremely lethal.

Sima Yi immediately raised his arm to defend himself, and with another muffled thud, he was once again blasted back more than ten steps.

Li Mu landed and charged forward again, pressing forward step by step, giving Sima Yi no time to breathe.

Sima Yi was furious. He never expected that he would be forced into such a sorry state by a junior.

The two exchanged more than ten blows in the courtyard.

Sima Yi had thought he could win easily, but he was shocked to find that he had underestimated Li Mu's strength, especially Li Mu's physique and strength, which were superior to his own.

When their fists and palms collided again, Sima Yi's injuries suddenly worsened. He spat out a mouthful of blood and was violently thrown backward.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Qing struck Sima Yi squarely in the chest with a punch. The force of nearly a million pounds was released from his fist and slammed into Sima Yi's chest.

The latter flew out horizontally, smashed a stone millstone not far away, rolled to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"This person's single-arm strength reaches a million jin (approximately 500 catties). Is he human or a monster?"

Sima Yi could sense how terrifying the power of that punch was. If he hadn't been a Yuan Gang martial artist with Yuan Gang protecting him and an extremely strong physique, that punch alone would have taken his life.

However, his condition is now extremely poor, his injuries have worsened, and he has become even weaker.

"I, an old man, have actually been severely injured by a mere youth? Very well, I'll devour you sooner or later!"

Sima Yi uttered a single sentence, then with a push of one hand, he leaped up from the ground and abruptly scaled the wall.

Although he was unwilling, he understood that continuing to fight would inevitably lead to his death, and he didn't know when Yang Chenglu and his companion would arrive.

Lin Qing immediately gave chase, and the two of them ran for several miles, one chasing and the other fleeing.

Before long, Lin Qing caught up with Sima Yi again, raised his hand and threw a punch. Sima Yi turned around to meet the punch, and when their fists collided, he was knocked back once more, and his momentum plummeted.