Chapter 133: Scalded to Death Alive

System, extract Dan energy internal skill!

Chen Feng issued the command.

Immediately, he felt a terrifying surge of internal energy rapidly filling his dantian. This energy swirled continuously within, his robust internal power converging steadily in his core.

In the next moment, the chilling aura enveloping Chen Feng vanished completely. More than that, he sensed the internal energy in his dantian brimming with an overwhelming masculine vigor. The energy blazed hot, yet Chen Feng felt no discomfort; on the contrary, it was immensely comforting. This scorching energy coursed through his body, bringing an exhilarating sensation from head to toe.

Luo Beihan was slightly taken aback. He had not expected Chen Feng to recover so swiftly. Moreover, it was not merely a recovery—his aura had become far more formidable than before.

Luo Beihan and Gu He both cultivated yin-based martial arts, naturally exuding a cold, chilling energy. Their skills had reached the level of a full sixty years of cultivation. When their internal energy struck a person, the body was invaded by cold qi, which would be debilitating for most. Even someone like Chen Feng, with his unique constitution, would have felt his body stiffen for several seconds.

Cultivating internal energy not only nourishes health but also moves beyond relying on brute physical strength. Instead, it harnesses the transformation of yin and yang energies. One must choose either yin or yang energy for cultivation. Chen Feng cultivated yang energy, while Luo Beihan and Gu He favored yin energy.

Originally, Chen Feng’s cultivation of the "Profound Yang Art" made it impossible for him to contend with Luo Beihan. His training was too brief to counter Luo Beihan’s strength or that of a powerhouse like Gu He. But now, things were different. The dan-level internal energy Chen Feng unleashed instantly rendered Luo Beihan’s cold yin energy ineffective. Not only was it powerless to harm him, but this dan-level internal energy was itself saturated with yang energy. At one point, Chen Feng’s palm even emitted flames.

The "Profound Yang Art" that Chen Feng practiced was a masculine technique. Now, having acquired a yang-based internal skill, his strength had effectively doubled.

“Prepare to die!”

Luo Beihan’s body trembled. Suddenly, he charged fiercely at Chen Feng. Just as he neared, he swung his right arm, which became like a massive sickle—a weapon to reap life. The slicing strike immediately carried a bloody scent.

Sickle Slash!

This was a deadly technique. Once unleashed, it exuded a chilling aura of killing intent, meant to reap lives.

Although Luo Beihan was a cultivator, his hands were stained with much blood. Now, as he executed this move with icy killing intent and yin cold internal energy, it was as if the Grim Reaper himself wielded a scythe, suffocating all life.

Chen Feng, however, felt little. His right hand naturally rose, and without any special technique, he simply punched out. Yet this simple punch, infused with dan-level internal energy, exploded violently. The surrounding temperature soared instantly. The room, once filled with cold, now felt like a blazing furnace, unbearably hot.

Boom!

His fist collided fiercely with the reaping sickle. Luo Beihan trembled, feeling the scorching internal energy shatter his own. It tore into his five internal organs, weakening the cold energy in his body by more than seventy to eighty percent.

“Ah!”

Luo Beihan staggered backward three or four steps, his palms swelling with large red blisters. His face was filled with disbelief.

“How is this possible? How can his internal energy be so strong?” Luo Beihan’s pupils constricted slightly.

“Gu He!” Luo Beihan suddenly shouted angrily. Nearby, Gu He was preparing to press the attack on Xiao Yu. Hearing Luo Beihan’s voice, he immediately ceased his movement. The two had cultivated together for years and had developed excellent coordination.

No sooner had Luo Beihan spoken than Gu He twisted his body, stepped swiftly with the mysterious step, and in an instant appeared behind Chen Feng. His palm struck fiercely against Chen Feng’s back.

A surge of palm force erupted, accompanied by a wave of cold qi.

Gu He’s strength clearly surpassed Luo Beihan’s. One palm strike was enough to dispel the fiery furnace Chen Feng’s internal energy had created. Chen Feng glanced at Gu He with a contemptuous smile.

Turning his body, Chen Feng unleashed a fierce uppercut.

Xingyi Cannon Fist.

The Cannon Fist, belonging to fire, is a movement of opening and closing in one breath. Like an exploding cannon, it bursts forth with the fiercest force and most violent form. Within the abdomen, it corresponds to the heart; in the fist, it is the cannon. The so-called Cannon Fist is akin to fire and cannon combined.

This punch, combined with Chen Feng’s dan-level internal energy, instantly exploded with terrifying power.

Before Gu He could even approach, he felt this punch like a volcanic eruption. The scorching heat wave assaulted his body, the fiery currents rampaging through him. Bit by bit, his yin cold internal energy dissolved and shattered like snow under the spring sun.

Then the fist struck Gu He’s palm.

Boom!

Their palms collided, but Gu He’s expression changed drastically. His bones were crushed bit by bit by this terrifying force. The internal energy penetrated his internal organs, and Gu He spat out a mouthful of scalding blood mixed with fragments of his organs. The hot blood even steamed in the air like boiling water.

Gu He’s body slammed heavily against the wall, twitching slightly but his breath growing weaker and weaker.

Swish!

Luo Beihan turned and fled. Originally, he had intended to coordinate with Gu He to attack Chen Feng, but after seeing Gu He killed outright by a single punch, he no longer dared to stay.

However, Luo Beihan was fast, but Chen Feng was even faster.

He had already activated his lightness skill. The moment Luo Beihan turned to flee, Chen Feng appeared before him. Both hands shook, releasing countless fist shadows that filled the air like an overwhelming tidal wave.

Seeing the flood of fists, Luo Beihan’s heart skipped a beat. He felt like a fragile boat adrift on a vast ocean. He knew he could not retreat. With a furious roar, he suppressed the trembling in his heart and wildly struck at the torrent of fist shadows. The fierce collision of forces sounded like firecrackers going off.

After several punches, Luo Beihan fearfully realized Chen Feng’s yang energy was overwhelmingly fierce, burning his internal energy like raging flames. His yin cold energy was completely neutralized, replaced by terrifying yang energy invading his body.

Luo Beihan desperately wanted to escape, but quickly realized he could not. Chen Feng’s attack had completely pinned him down, making escape impossible. After several punches, burns appeared on Luo Beihan’s fists and arms.

Even worse, Luo Beihan felt his blood boiling—not just figuratively, but truly boiling. The yang energy Chen Feng forced into him was like boiling water, cooking his blood like a pot on the fire.

“Ah!”

After several punches, Luo Beihan could no longer endure the agony and staggered back three or four steps. But this retreat left him weak, as if all his strength had drained away.

Burning, his blood was scalding hot.

He had lost control of his body. If not for his extensive battle experience and iron will, he would have collapsed, screaming in pain. Even so, the sensation of boiling blood tormented him as if he were being cooked alive.

Suddenly, the flood of fist shadows vanished. Luo Beihan saw a single fist growing larger and larger before his eyes, then crashing hard into his chest.

Bang!

Luo Beihan felt a searing force surge through him. The bones in his chest cracked loudly. This punch shattered his chest bones, and the terrifying yang energy rampaged through his body. He was as fragile as thin paper, flying backward and crashing heavily against a wall.

“Ah!”

A mouthful of scalding blood sprayed from Luo Beihan’s mouth, still steaming like boiling water.

Thud!

Before he could react further, Chen Feng’s palm pressed against Luo Beihan’s chest. Luo Beihan shuddered violently, and Chen Feng’s face twisted into a mocking smile.

“Goodbye.”

“Ah!”

Luo Beihan felt the terrifying internal energy ravage his body, as if his internal organs were being roasted over fierce flames—truly being grilled alive.

Huff!

Chen Feng released his palm. Luo Beihan’s lips twitched slightly, then opened to spit out a mouthful of black smoke, faintly smelling of roasted flesh. He collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, utterly lifeless.

He was dead—scalded to death by Chen Feng’s internal energy.

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