Chapter Fifteen Two Years Later (Part 2)

  He looked at the leopard's corpse that had been trampled into a pulp under his feet, put away the strange knife in his hand, raised his head and muttered to himself.

  "It's been two years. I've finally mastered the explosive power of Xingyiquan to the point where I can release and withdraw it at will. It really took a lot of time, but this power is worth all the hard work."

  At this time, with the sunlight filtering through the trees, he finally saw clearly the face of the figure. A pair of sharp, grayish-brown cow horns, unlike the usual Kaito bull-headed tribe's delicate face, had a few more mature and weathered features after experiencing hardships. It was Ye Han, who had disappeared from the Iron Hoof Tribe for two years.

  For two years, he walked from the outer reaches of the Niutouren Iron Hoof tribe in the Luojia Mountains to deeper parts of the mountain range. The hardships and dangers he experienced along the way are not worth mentioning to outsiders.

  It's hard to imagine what he has been through in these two years. His whole body is filled with an unfathomable flavor.

  If two years ago, Ye Han relied solely on his physical quality, which was ten times stronger than that of an ordinary person in his previous life, and the experience of two lifetimes to reach the Bao Dan realm. Then these two years of journey have made his level even more profound and stable, like a deep well. He has thoroughly entered an unpredictable state of Neijia Quanfa.

  He practiced the internal martial art of Xingyiquan, and his physical development had reached an extreme state. If we don't count those with supernatural powers or inner energy, in past lives, someone like him could be considered a superhuman being. He walked as swiftly as the wind, faster than bullets, and possessed a frighteningly keen sense of awareness when faced with danger. Such abilities made him seem like a wild beast from the mountains.

  Even if he were placed in the ancient times of his previous life, Ye Han's mastery of internal fist techniques had reached an unimaginable level. To be honest, even he himself was unclear about where his own potential lay? In a certain sense, it was simply like those figures such as Lu Dongbin, who could take down the enemy general with one move, and defeat thousands with ease. The realm of Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Luchan might not have been any better than this.

  And the two years of time also allowed his spiritual willpower, 'Soul Mask', to develop to its limit, covering an area of hundreds of meters in diameter. Every single movement and sound could not escape his notice. Even the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings could be clearly felt by him. This was also one of the trump cards that allowed him to turn danger into safety step by step in the Lingshan Mountains.

  Additionally, with the acquisition of one of the Kettle's Top Ten Warrior Techniques, the "Minotaur Twelve Totem Warrior Technique", a Bronze-level technique. His warrior technique advancement speed is also extremely fast, and he has already reached the level of an 8th rank warrior.

  However, Ye Han's strength was far more powerful than his own realm. In the years spent in the Xuanji Mountains, he himself might not even be clear about how strong he had become. Below 9th-level demonic beasts, there were no longer any opponents who could withstand him; 8th-level demonic beasts would basically be killed with a single move. Even Ye Han himself was speculating that even if he encountered an ordinary being that surpassed the 9th level, he could still retreat unscathed.

  This is his trump card for survival in the Wula Mountains, and it's also the ultimate result of his continuous polishing over the past two years!

  He picked up his luggage and ignored the black lightning leopard's corpse, which had already rotted into a puddle of flesh, beside him. Ye Han continued walking forward.

  His speed was not fast, moving forward bit by bit. But every step was carefully sensing the pulse of the earth, sensing all kinds of vibrant breaths.

  The closer he is to nature, the more his heart sinks, coexisting with all things in nature. This is one of the main reasons for his rapid growth and the first step in his spiritual transformation. The internal boxing method has reached this point, and he has almost reached the end of the world, which is the limit that people from the previous generation could achieve. To take a step further can be said to be as difficult as ascending to heaven. However, the experiences of this life have given him new hope. He still wants to blaze a new trail.

  ……

  The night is dimly lit, with the moon hanging high in the sky.

  In the howling cold wind at night, the entire Lushan Mountains became quiet. In the dark forest, the hoarse wolf howls came from time to time, and the sound of the wind was particularly terrifying.

  On a vast open space, Ye Han sat down on the ground without any hesitation, and in front of him rose a bonfire.

  The beast leg on the bonfire was almost cooked. This has been one of Ye Han's main foods for survival in the Luojia Mountains over the past two years.

  Fortunately, the Minotaur was born with a strong physique, and the internal family fist method was originally good at surviving and nourishing, so in the past two years, there has been no disease like dysentery.

  The sizzling sound of oil splattering out.

  The big fire-grilled thin legs had gradually matured. Ye Han didn't mind the heat, directly picked one up and tore off a piece to stuff into his mouth, chewing with big bites.

  In the world of Warcraft, the higher the level of the beast, the stronger its physique. Although some flavors may not be very good, it is undeniable that the energy contained in the flesh and blood of higher-level beasts is also higher, which is extremely beneficial for Ye Han's physical strength growth.

  However, in places like the Wolong Mountains, a bonfire that suddenly rises at night, combined with the aroma of roasted meat, can easily attract various powerful predators.

  For this kind of situation, Ye Han was already familiar with it.

  His formidable strength allows him to ignore most dangers. Furthermore, over the years, his power has grown exponentially as he hovered between life and death, causing the malignant energy stored in his body to reach an unimaginable level for ordinary people. The "Minotaur Twelve Totem War Chant", a Bronze-level secret manual, contains methods that catalyze the internal malignant energy. At night, he would naturally release the malignant energy within him. Few demons dare to venture into his territory.

  This is like in the deep mountains and old forests, where each powerful wild beast divides its own territory, marking it with scent. They sense each other's strength and weakness, and don't dare to get close.

  But there are also those who don't know better, and for this kind of demon beast, Ye Han simply didn't mind resolving it, and it's good to give himself an extra midnight snack or something.

  But today's situation seems to be somewhat different.

  Ye Han is sitting cross-legged eating.

  Just then, a terrified cry for help was heard. Immediately following that, a short and thin figure with short legs came running towards him in a state of panic, looking very disheveled as if having suffered an extreme fright.

  "Is it the Baimu language? The Baimu people."

  Ye Han took one glance at the man's face and couldn't help but furrow his brow, yet he still didn't stand up.