98: Fighting against two kings

However, what made Yang Lingchen reluctant to give up was that the black spirit ginseng was simply too tempting. If he could obtain it, he was confident he could push his cultivation level to a Breakthrough directly into the Spirit Sea Realm.

At the thought of the various benefits after a Breakthrough, Yang Lingchen's heart could hardly remain calm; it meant even greater strength, higher status, and more opportunities.

Yang Lingchen stared intently at the battle in the field, his eyes not blinking for a second, for fear of missing any critical moment.

What excited him was that the black spirit ginseng was currently still growing intact on the rock wall, and his current position was not far from it. This undoubtedly gave him immense hope and motivation.

Wealth is found in danger. After hesitating for a moment, Yang Lingchen finally made a decision, which was to try and snatch the prize while others were distracted.

After all, such an opportunity was rare in a thousand years. If successful, it would be a major turning point in his life.

As for how he would snatch it, there was naturally a prerequisite: he would only choose to do so if both of them were severely injured.

Yang Lingchen was well aware of the consequences of acting rashly; a slight slip-up could land him in an irrecoverable situation.

Yang Lingchen cautiously lurked in the bushes, holding his breath and restraining his Aura to the absolute limit.

Yang Lingchen's heart was thumping violently, a mix of tension and excitement.

He knew that at this moment, even a tiny movement could expose him completely and render all his efforts futile.

The battle between Hong Tianyi and Ouyang Yunmeng had already reached a fever pitch.

Both were top experts of the younger generation in Nanhuang. For a time, neither gained the slightest advantage, and both sides continuously unleashed their respective famous ultimate techniques.

Every Move and every style contained powerful strength and exquisite skill, making one's eyes blur with the display.

"Boom... Boom... Boom...!"

After a series of violent clashes, Hong Tianyi and Ouyang Yunmeng were both sent flying backward.

Mid-air, Hong Tianyi spat out several mouthfuls of blood, which traced a poignant arc in the sky. Then, his body, like a kite with a broken string, slammed heavily onto the ground. A large pit was smashed into the earth, and dust flew everywhere.

Ouyang Yunmeng was equally worse for wear, having been blasted into a state of heavy injury.

Her clothes were torn, revealing streaks of blood on her fair skin, and her face was as pale as paper.

At this moment, neither Ouyang Yunmeng nor Hong Tianyi dared to Move recklessly, both staring deathly at the other.

Their eyes were filled with vigilance and killing intent; they both knew that a slight oversight could allow the opponent to seize an opportunity and deliver a fatal blow.

At this time, Yang Lingchen, crouching in the bushes, felt his heart rate constantly accelerating, as if it were about to jump out of his throat. However, he still didn't dare to make a single Move.

Because he couldn't be certain if these two had truly lost their combat effectiveness. If they still had even a fraction of their power left, what would be the difference between rushing out and seeking death?

About fifteen minutes later, Hong Tianyi and Ouyang Yunmeng remained stationary, staring deathly at each other. Furthermore, their faces grew increasingly pale, clearly indicating they were both heavily injured and thus dared not Move.

"Fuck it, I'm going for it. If I wait any longer and their injuries recover, it'll be completely hopeless."

Thinking of this, Yang Lingchen no longer hesitated and directly performed the Phantom Movement Technique, rushing quickly toward the black spirit ginseng. His figure was like a ghost, reaching the black spirit ginseng in an instant.

*Squelch...*

The black spirit ginseng on the rock wall was yanked down by Yang Lingchen and thrown directly into the haotian jade space. His movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest hesitation.

"What audacity! You're looking for death!"

Just as Yang Lingchen was about to flee, Hong Tianyi and Ouyang Yunmeng suddenly surged up, attacking Yang Lingchen from the left and right. Their speed was extremely fast, bringing with it a gust of wild wind.

"Holy crap, weren't they injured? How are they still so fierce?"

Facing the pincer attack of two top experts, Yang Lingchen directly used the God Slaying Sword Technique to meet them.

His sword traced a cold light through the air, and Sword Qi overflowed in all directions.

Faced with this situation, Yang Lingchen could only choose to fight head-on because these two were already heavily injured. If he fought with everything he had, it wasn't as if he had no chance at all.

*Bang...*

Powerful forces collided, producing a massive boom.

Facing the siege of the two experts, Yang Lingchen was beaten back repeatedly. With every step he retreated, he left a deep footprint in the ground.

"Goddammit, this isn't the way. I have to kill one of them first."

Facing such a passive situation, Yang Lingchen hardened his heart and directly charged toward Hong Tianyi.

At this moment, he unleashed all his ultimate techniques: God Slaying Sword Technique, Wusheng Sword Qi, Fairy Scattering Flowers, and Soul Devouring Slash. One lethal Move after another was continuously hurled at Hong Tianyi. Every strike contained his fury and determination.

Even as Ouyang Yunmeng attacked frantically from behind, Yang Lingchen ignored her and continued to charge toward Hong Tianyi regardless of the cost.

His eyes held only Hong Tianyi, as if he wanted to vent all his rage upon him.

Hong Tianyi, who was already heavily injured, was momentarily beaten into an even worse state by Yang Lingchen's suicidal fighting style. His wounds bled continuously, and his Aura grew weaker and weaker.

"Little Bastard, why are you only hitting me?"

At this moment, Hong Tianyi was incredibly frustrated. Being singled out for a beating by Yang Lingchen, it would be a lie to say he wasn't depressed.

"Because you're ugly, so I want to kill you. What are you going to do about it?"

Yang Lingchen continued to attack Hong Tianyi frantically, his voice filled with mockery and disdain.

*Pfft...*

Hearing Yang Lingchen's words, Hong Tianyi was so angry he spat out a mouthful of blood. He stared at Yang Lingchen with sinister eyes and said, "Little Bastard, you're dead. One day, This Young Master will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

After saying that, Hong Tianyi turned and fled in a panic without looking back. He knew his injuries had reached their limit, and staying any longer would be life-threatening. His figure disappeared into the distance, leaving behind only a mess.

*Bang...*

The moment Hong Tianyi fled, Yang Lingchen was blasted away by a palm strike from Ouyang Yunmeng, his body slamming heavily into the rock wall. Cracks instantly appeared in the rock, and debris fell one after another.

*Pfft...*

After Yang Lingchen spat out some blood, he took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Ouyang Yunmeng. At this point, he was at the end of his rope, but his gaze remained firm and unyielding.

Currently, Yang Lingchen's combat strength was less than ten percent. He didn't know how much strength the opponent had left, but he knew he couldn't retreat or give up.

"Little Thief, hand over the black spirit ginseng, and I will spare your life."

Ouyang Yunmeng walked toward Yang Lingchen with difficulty. Her condition was no better than Hong Tianyi's had been. Her steps were unstable, and every step she took seemed extremely taxing.

"Heaven and earth Spirit Treasures belong to the capable. The black spirit ginseng is right here in my hands; if you have the ability, come and take it," Yang Lingchen said coldly, feigning composure.

Even though his body was covered in wounds, his Aura did not diminish.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

Ouyang Yunmeng reached her limit and directly swung her sword at Yang Lingchen. The sword carried a piercing wind, as if it wanted to cleave him in two.

Faced with Ouyang Yunmeng's attack, Yang Lingchen couldn't just sit and wait for death. He used his last bit of Profound Energy and swung the immortal demon sword to meet her.

*Clang... Clang... Clang...!*

At this moment, their weapons collided violently, sparks flying everywhere. Both sides aimed for fatal blows, neither willing to yield. Every collision was accompanied by powerful energy fluctuations, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of Moves passed.

*Clang!*

Then, their weapons collided once more, creating a dazzling spark. Both Yang Lingchen's and Ouyang Yunmeng's battle swords were shaken out of their hands. The battle swords spun through the air before stabbing into the ground.

"Bastard, go to hell!"

"Damn Old Hag, who's afraid of who?"

After their weapons were lost, the two continued in a hand-to-hand brawl. Almost every punch hit flesh as they continuously attacked each other. Their fists carried the sound of wind, and every punch was thrown with full strength.

*Bang... Bang... Bang...!*

For a time, the scene was extremely tragic.

Their bodies were covered in bruises and wounds, and blood dyed their clothes red.

Ultimately, Ouyang Yunmeng's strength was a notch higher. She pinned Yang Lingchen to the ground, her hands deathly gripping his neck. Her eyes were filled with rage and killing intent.

*Gurgle... gurgle...!*

With his neck being squeezed tightly by Ouyang Yunmeng, Yang Lingchen struggled frantically. His hands desperately tried to pry her fingers away, but to no avail.

At this point, he was on the verge of suffocation, but the opponent's pair of white, jade-like hands were like steel, gripping his throat so tightly that no matter how much force he used, he couldn't break them loose.

Just as Yang Lingchen was about to lose consciousness, he had a sudden idea. He formed claws with his hands and grabbed directly toward her sensitive areas.

Caught by the sudden assault, Ouyang Yunmeng instantly panicked and hurriedly let go of Yang Lingchen's neck. Her face flushed with a crimson hue, both ashamed and furious.

Yang Lingchen took the opportunity to kick her away, flipped over, and pinned her down.

"You lecher, I'm going to kill you!"

Ouyang Yunmeng roared with a face red with embarrassment; she was now completely enraged. Her eyes looked as if they could spit fire.

"Damn Old Hag, it's not certain who will kill whom."

Yang Lingchen snorted coldly, his face showing no fear. At this point, he had also completely lost himself to bloodlust.

The two scuffled intensely. If the village elders were to see this, they would definitely burst out laughing.

Because their current way of fighting was no different from a shrew and a rogue, and it could be described as having no technique whatsoever. After all, they were both long since exhausted and could only fight based on physical instinct.

They rolled on the ground, tearing at each other, their hair disheveled and their clothes in tatters.

After a long time.

The two were deathly entangled. Both had used up all their strength, yet they still gripped each other's throats, neither willing to let go.

"You wench, if this goes on, we'll definitely perish together. How about this, I'll give you ten percent of the black spirit ginseng?"

Yang Lingchen spoke with great effort. His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of desperation.

"No way, This Young Lady wants at least eighty percent, otherwise neither of us should think about living," Ouyang Yunmeng snapped back. Her voice was full of resolve.

"Thirty percent, I'll give you thirty percent at most," Yang Lingchen said firmly. His eyes were wide open, trying to make himself look more imposing.

"Seventy percent, that's This Young Lady's final concession." Ouyang Yunmeng was not to be outdone. Her eyes were filled with stubbornness.

"Forty percent, forty percent at most. Any more chatter and I'll fight you to the death," Yang Lingchen barked. His breathing became rapid.

"Sixty percent, that's This Young Lady's bottom line," Ouyang Yunmeng said coldly. her face was covered in sweat.

"Fifty percent! Damn Old Hag, don't push it!" Yang Lingchen roared. His body trembled slightly.

"Deal," Ouyang Yunmeng said, gritting her teeth. She knew that persisting any longer would benefit no one.

"Fine, you let go of me first," Yang Lingchen said through gritted teeth, with difficulty.

"You let go first," Ouyang Yunmeng said coldly.

"Then how about we let go together?" Yang Lingchen suggested.

"Fine..." Ouyang Yunmeng nodded.

The two slowly released their hands and then collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air in large gulps.