Becoming a god starts with one certificate becoming eternal.

The moment Mad Shark saw the golden light, his pupils contracted sharply; he knew exactly what it meant.

But he didn't back down. Instead, his eyes burned with even more madness. He used the momentum of drawing his sword to deliver another blow, aiming to pierce the throat.

But Ye Xiao could kill him in one step.

When the force of the stake sinks to its extreme, even the ash and slag are pressed into a shallow ring.

A fist is raised.

The perfect combination of Bengyuequan (崩岳拳) and Zhuangjin (桩劲) creates an effect as powerful as a mountain collapsing.

"boom!!"

The punch slammed into Mad Shark's chest, piercing through him like a pillar.

Mad Shark was blasted backward, his back slamming into the pile of iron, causing a loud crash that buried half of his body.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, but still tried to crawl.

He dug his fingers into the ground, until his nails flipped up and were covered in blood.

He looked up, still mad, but with disbelief in his eyes:

"You...what gives you the right?!"

Ye Xiao walked over step by step.

Blood was everywhere on his chest, shoulders, and ribs; with every step he took, blood dripped out.

Mad Shark struggled to his feet, his long sword still in his hand, but his wrist was trembling violently, not out of fear, but because his bones were no longer under his control.

He tried to grin, but all that remained in his mouth were blood bubbles.

"If you haven't broken through to the Golden Bone Realm... you will surely die in this battle!"

Ye Xiao looked down at him, his expression indifferent:

"you're right."

The madness in Mad Shark's eyes still flickered, but the next moment, Ye Xiao's words were even softer and colder:

"So... from the very beginning, I never intended not to break through."

Mad Shark's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly understood something, and the madness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by fear.

Ye Xiao was more terrifying than he had imagined; this person was different from him... a madman who knew how to calculate.

Ye Xiao looked at him, his expression cold:

"I've pushed you to the brink."

"Forcing you to use your blade only close to the lungs, forcing you to make every cut even closer to the body."

"It also pushed me to the brink of a breakthrough..."

Mad Shark let out a hoarse laugh, trembling as he laughed: "It's no wonder I lost to you! But I won't just sit here and wait to die!"

Ye Xiao suddenly raised his foot.

It wasn't a kick.

It means to step on.

"Thump!"

With a stomp, he stepped right on the back of Mad Shark's hand that was holding the knife.

The sound of bone cracking was clear and distinct, like dry firewood being snapped.

The mad shark roared, and the longsword slipped from its grasp, rolling into the ashes, its blade darkened by the heat.

He wanted to pounce on him.

But Ye Xiao was faster, bending down to pick up the long knife.

The tip of the knife flashed in the firelight, its coldness blinding.

Mad Shark looked up, his teeth full of blood, but Ye Xiao gave him no chance.

For someone like Mad Shark, every moment of delay is a potential crisis.

Ye Xiao flicked his wrist, and the knife slashed across his neck.

"Snap!"

Like splitting a piece of hardwood.

Mad Shark froze abruptly, his head drooping to the side, and his body went limp, crashing into the ashes.

He fell down.

It was poured very heavily, and the ash was smashed into a shallow pit around its edge.

The furnace area was extremely quiet.

Even the crackling of the fire in the stove sounded jarring.

Someone in the distance let out a quick, dry sound, as if it were being scraped from their throat:

"The Mad Shark is dead?!"

He was a notorious ruthless and madman. Even after the Giant Shark Gang was gone, he was still a survivor... and he died right before my eyes.

No one around responded, nor did they dare to.

Someone slowly backed away, their heel scraping against the metal with a soft sound, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Many people subconsciously stepped back, and some even dared not look at Ye Xiao anymore.

Ye Xiao stood there, blood still dripping from his body.

The wound on his chest was the worst; blood dripped down his clothes and onto the ashes, where it sizzled and shrank into a black dot.

He didn't look at the body, nor at anyone else.

He simply stood there, like a nail, anchoring himself to the hot ashes at the foot of the stove, the word "fate" flashing by in an instant.

【Crimson Blood Stake - Perfection】

【Dingyue Pillar - Complete】

[Breaking Through the Heavens - Perfection]

【Collapse Mountain Fist - Perfection】

With the completion of the three-system stance training, his golden bones transformed autonomously. At this moment, apart from his abundant qi and blood and great strength, the furnace fire had little effect on him.

He also felt that the stance strength contained three characteristics of stance training.

Only after another gust of wind did Ye Xiao slowly raise his hand and press it against his chest, but blood still seeped out from between his fingers.

Although his injuries were extremely severe, he could clearly feel as if an invisible hand was gripping his wounds.

Even so, the injury still hasn't fully healed.

It was just that the break was mended, allowing him to stand, walk, and not fall to the ground.

This is the power of the destiny: "Heaven rewards diligence, one proof is eternal proof," which was also part of his calculations.

But as the injury was contained, the consequences followed.

Ye Xiao's face gradually paled in the firelight, as if someone had drawn a layer of heat from his body. His stomach was painfully empty, his limbs felt light, and his blood and energy seemed to have been drained away, leaving him feeling weak for a moment when he tried to lift them up.

He suppressed that fleeting moment, pressing it into his breath.

The foreman finally came to his senses, wanted to step forward, but stopped abruptly, his voice trembling as if his tongue had been burned:

"Master Ye... Master Ye..."

He swallowed his words before he could finish.

Because he suddenly noticed that Ye Xiao's eyes were very calm.

It was eerily quiet.

Ye Xiao remained silent, the long sword in his hand still stained with blood, yet the blade gleamed coldly.

He glanced at it, as if it were a worthless piece of scrap iron.

He tossed it casually.

"when!"

The long knife was driven half an inch into the wooden stake next to it.

The sawdust exploded with a crisp sound that seemed to tighten the heart of the entire furnace area.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the furnace area.

It's like simply tossing out a rule in a bland and unremarkable way:

"Whoever spoke out about what happened today will suffer the consequences."

The surrounding workers and foremen all spoke up to assure them that they would not talk nonsense.

Some of the more timid ones even knelt down and kowtowed, fearing that Ye Xiao might have murderous intent.

Ye Xiao withdrew his gaze, as if the matter was settled, and said calmly, "For the damage just now, deduct it from today's wages."

The foreman was taken aback, his lips turning pale: "Master Ye, please don't say that..."

Ye Xiao ignored him, simply gathered his clothes together, pressed his hand against the deepest wound on his chest, and turned to walk out.

step.

Two steps.

The blood droplets landed on the ash and were instantly baked into black spots.

He knew in his heart that once the golden bones were formed, the foundation and base would be more stable.

However, the injuries were too severe, and without sufficient energy or fuel, the destiny could not exert its true power to repair itself.

He can still stand because his bones haven't collapsed.

But to gradually rebuild torn flesh and damaged internal organs back to their optimal state, energy is required.

However, his money and medicine had already been completely depleted during this month of arduous practice.

Ye Xiao stepped out of the furnace area, and the wind outside suddenly became a bit colder.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, which he forcefully suppressed.

Their steps didn't stop.

He mentally reviewed all the details of the battle he had just fought and what he needed to do next.

First, I need to get some money or medicine to refuel my life force. Next, I need to go to a martial arts school to improve my combat skills and experience. Otherwise, if I encounter another experienced fighter of the same level who also has a weapon, no matter how good he is at calculation, I'll still have to risk my life.

The alleyway became cleaner and cleaner as he walked, and soon he came to a street corner where a green lantern hung, and under the lantern was a black plaque with gold trim, inscribed with four large characters.

Qin Ji Trading Company.

The storefront wasn't large, but the threshold was high. The door hinges were oiled, and Ye Xiao pushed the door open without even ringing the bell.

The shop assistant behind the counter looked up, and froze after just one glance.

The smell of blood was too strong, the smell of fire was too pungent, and then there were the tattered clothes.

The waiter opened his mouth to call for help, but a soft laugh came from behind the curtain first.

"Don't shout."

"Let him in."

The curtain was lifted, and Madam Qin came out.

She was in her early thirties, her cotton coat neatly tucked in, the waistline perfectly cinched. Her makeup was very light, yet her eyes and brows were bright, and the delicate hairpin at her temple was inconspicuous, only revealing its warm glow when the lamplight flickered.

She stood two steps away as usual, neither too close nor too far.

Qin Niangzi glanced at Ye Xiao, her smile paused for a moment, then brightened again, as if she had just settled a small score:

"Last time you left faster than the wind after picking up your medicine, I thought you weren't planning to come. Have you changed your mind now? Planning to register earlier?"

Ye Xiao said indifferently, "I've become a quasi-martial artist."

A simple sentence made Qin Niangzi pause in her smile.