He could see his fist connecting with the boy’s head. The scene of head splattering, he could envision it.
...
Ye Yaming saw Kai’s fist touching his head but it was already too late to stop. He felt the impact of the attack.
Crash!!
He fell to the side. His head buzzed and his vision blurred. The voices he was hearing stung his ears, echoed in his head.
Jin took the chance and rushed at Ye Yaming with the blade. The same blade that Ye Yaming had used to kill his friend.
’Terrible!’
He threw a kick in Jin’s direction. Enraged, he controlled all his Beast Qi to attack the blurred figure of Jin.
Crash!!
Jin had not expected such strength from a tiny boy. He got flung away by the kick. He felt that the side of his ribs were broken.
"Idiot!" After cursing at Jin, Kai dashed at Ye Yaming once again. The boy was still on the ground, trying to stand up. He intended to stomp the boy’s chest into the ground.
"Not again." His vision had barely improved and Ye Yaming grabbed Kai’s leg, stopping the kick.
"Nggghhh." Kai tried moving his leg but could not. He grunted before glancing at Jin for help. Jin, however, was lying on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.
It was already too late. Ye Yaming had stood up.
Kai looked scared seeing the boy’s Beast Qi flare up. He wanted to shout but the boy had punched him in the chest already, tearing into his chest.
He looked down at the boy. The boy was small. The boy’s hand could barely reach his chest but the damage.... He felt his breath dissipate from his chest. The punch had caved his chest in.
Thud!
Only Gu Yan and Jin remained.
Jin was spurting blood as he held his side. Gu Yan stared at his hands. He had trained in a technique called Iron Fist all his life and his fist was cut off. His fist was the only body part that he had trained with his meagre talent.
He looked around, his brother was no more, his group leader fell down with a sunken chest, and the only Jin seemed to be of some use.
But Jin was walking away. Still holding the blade in his other hand, Jin was staggering away, escaping.
He also felt like escaping. The pain was terrible, he had managed to stop the bleeding but the pain didn’t leave him.
His eyes fell on the small boy. The boy was panting slightly, probably drained of his Qi and exhausted.
He felt ashamed that he thought of escaping after his brother’s killer was right in front of him. He locked his eyes with Ye Yaming, the small boy did not shy away and started right into Gu Yan’s eyes.
"Beast!!"
Rage and desperation filled Gu Yan’s head. He rushed forward to tackle the boy. There was no logical reason behind his tackle, only a desperate act in grief.
Ye Yaming jumped and kicked Gu Yan in the neck.
The neck broke and the body fell lifeless, lying on the ground.
Thud!
Ye Yaming stared at Jin. The man couldn’t even run away and everyone else had fallen already. He held the blade defensively but it was no use. His body was growing weaker every second from internal injuries.
Ye Yaming dashed at Jin, not willing to spare the pitiful man and punched straight into his gut.
Blood stained his fist as his fist tore through Jin’s body after breaking the rib.
’Weak.’ Ye Yaming had only one thought after he felt the sensation of breaking bones. Jin was the weakest opponent out of the four.
He picked the blade from his hand before cleaning the blood off his fist.
"Loot?" He checked all four of them for any valuables, martial art manuals and looked disappointed.
"Not a single Beast Soul?" His mutated Beast Soul had remained inside him the whole time. He did not call it out and the Beast Soul did not come to devour the Beast Souls from the four. This meant that they did not possess bloodlines, just some commoners.
"Not even loot. Pathetic." He muttered as he glanced at the four lifeless bodies. It felt to him that he suffered for nothing.
"Pathetic!" He shouted loudly and then spat on the floor in disgust.
Not only were these grown men all weak and without Beast Souls, they also lacked any valuables on them. He only found a manual named Iron Fist but his Ye Clan fist technique was far better.
He did not get to devour a new Beast Soul and he did not get a martial either.
"Why were they even here?" He could not believe that someone with that weak combat strength dared to pick a fight.
If he knew that they did not possess Beast Souls and were some local bully kind of idiots then he would have let them go.
Unfortunately, something snapped inside him because of that stone and he rushed in without thinking.
"Or maybe it was something else." He was not sure where that irritation or anger stemmed from.
In the rush, he had also risked getting hit on his head. He had not won many fights in his life but he knew to protect his vitals, especially his head.
If the man had been stronger then his head would have bursted like a watermelon from that punch.
His body had grown strong, very strong.
"That Demonic technique has strengthened my body. A second-rate warrior hit me on the head and it only blurred my vision." It was not even permanent. His vision recovered after a few seconds and he killed his opponents after that.
"You!! Why are you killing people?"
Ren shouted at him. He was there, waiting for the boy to learn his lesson in the prison but the trajectory of the fight went way off from his calculations.
He only snapped out of his stupor after the boy shouted at the lifeless bodies and spat.