Chapter 15: Take Your Dog Life

Xiao Chen ignored the middle-aged man's anger; his only goal was to find an opportunity to kill him.

"Swift Wind Art!" The middle-aged man was furious at not being able to catch Xiao Chen. If it weren't for sheer necessity, he wouldn't have used his full strength against a teenager—it was simply too embarrassing. But at this moment, he couldn't care less about that.

"Whoosh!"

In the next moment, the middle-aged man's speed increased significantly, creating a whistling sound as he moved through the air, quickly closing in on Xiao Chen.

"Not good! A movement technique?" Seeing the man's speed increase, Xiao Chen's face changed.

"Brat, let's see where you can run! Wind Shadow Fist!" The man roared angrily, his face contorted in a terrifying expression as he caught up with Xiao Chen, his fist glowing faintly blue and smashing down with immense force.

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"

The man's strike was ruthless, showing no mercy despite Xiao Chen's youth. With a muffled thud, his powerful punch hit Xiao Chen's chest, causing him to cough up blood and sending his small body flying. He crashed into a large tree, shaking loose a shower of leaves.

For the first time, Xiao Chen was injured, tasting his own blood. The pain in his chest contorted his youthful face into a grimace.

"Heh heh! Brat, let's see where you can run now! Go on, try running!" The man sneered viciously.

"Cough, cough!" Xiao Chen coughed heavily, struggling to stand up. His breathing was labored, but his eyes remained calm and determined.

As he approached, the man sneered, "Brat, hand over your storage ring and your sword, and I might spare your life! Otherwise, I'll tear you to pieces myself!"

"Let's see if you have the skill!" Xiao Chen said coldly, reaching behind him to slowly draw the Chaos Divine Sword. A chilling aura emanated from the blade.

Xiao Chen wasn't naive. Faced with a greedy enemy, surrendering his treasures wouldn't save him. The enemy would still kill him to eliminate any witnesses.

"What kind of weapon is this? I can't determine its grade, but it feels eerie and chilling," the man thought, puzzled by the sword's strange aura.

After a long observation, the man sneered, "Though I can't tell its grade, this sword feels formidable. Brat, you're unlucky to have encountered me. I will take this sword!"

Despite Xiao Chen's strength and his mysterious long sword, the man wasn't afraid. Xiao Chen was already injured, and to him, an injured boy posed no threat.

The man charged at Xiao Chen, his figure darting left and right. Xiao Chen observed the man's footwork carefully, thinking, "Watch closely! I can see through this!"

In moments, the man closed in on Xiao Chen, throwing a wild punch. Xiao Chen frowned, "I see it!" and dodged to the right.

"What did you see?" Just as Xiao Chen evaded, the man's voice came from above him.

"What?" Xiao Chen was shocked, realizing too late that the initial attack was a feint. The real strike came from above!

"Bang!"

"Ugh!"

Before Xiao Chen could react, the man landed a heavy kick on his head. With another muffled thud, Xiao Chen spat out blood and was sent flying again, his face turning pale.

"The mid Heart Movement Stage is indeed powerful. His speed and strength are beyond my reach," Xiao Chen thought, the pain in his head nearly making it explode.

Despite knowing the enemy's strength, Xiao Chen refused to give up. If he couldn't defeat such an opponent, he had no chance against the mysterious figure who could fly.

Determined, Xiao Chen stood up again. The man was secretly shocked, thinking, "This kid's body is incredibly resilient. How can such a small body withstand my heavy attacks twice? Even an early Heart Movement Stage cultivator ten years older would be severely injured. What a tenacious kid."

"Bang!"

Xiao Chen's gaze turned icy, and his true essence surged wildly. Holding the Chaos Divine Sword, he charged forward with fierce determination, looking ready to fight to the death.

"Though I don't know why you stood up again, I'll show you that you made the wrong choice!" The man said coldly, his eyes flashing with killing intent. He summoned a treasured flying sword and rushed at Xiao Chen.

"Clang! Clang, clang, clang!"

Their swords clashed, ringing with crisp sounds as they engaged in another fierce battle. Xiao Chen's Chaos Sword Art was swift, powerful, and ruthless, each strike potentially deadly.

"What kind of sword art is this? Such formidable power! Every strike is so fierce!" The man was shocked, struggling to fend off Xiao Chen's relentless attacks. He was already wounded in several places, blood oozing from his wounds.

Seeing he had the upper hand, Xiao Chen pressed his advantage.

"Take your dog life!" Xiao Chen shouted, his voice clear and unwavering, his eyes icy and his aura intimidating.

Channeling his true essence into the Divine Sword, its chilling aura intensified. Xiao Chen charged along the ground, sword poised for a decisive strike.

"Brat! You dare underestimate me!" The man was furious, channeling his true essence and charging forward with a shout.

"Clang!"

"Slash!"

Their figures clashed, swords colliding with a burst of sparks. In an instant, the man's flying sword was cut in half, and Xiao Chen's Divine Sword left a deep gash on the man's body.

"You... How can you still have such strength?" The man was terrified, staring in disbelief at the half-meter-long wound on his body. He glanced at Xiao Chen one last time before collapsing.

"Meeting me, that's your bad luck!" Xiao Chen said coldly, looking at the fallen man with a chilling gaze.