Zhu Bufan's roar echoed through the mountains and forests, the eyes that were originally only red in the pupils completely turned into a demonic red, that face became somewhat pale, and the exposed skin displayed twisted red lines, wriggling like earthworms. The silver light on his body was also stained with a faint red. With a mighty roar, Zhu Bufan punched through the air, a mass of silver light shot out, then his body bent oddly, and upon bouncing again, his speed increased exceeding the silver light, directly lunging at Yichen.

Yichen didn't expect Zhu Bufan to use such a bizarre move, and seeing Zhu Bufan's obvious loss of sanity, fighting purely by instinct, it only means that even relying solely on instinct, this guy is formidable enough. Zhu Bufan's condition only startled Yichen a little, as Yichen was a person focused on Body Training, and only after mastering it did he comprehend Heavenly Dao, thus drawing from the external to the internal, embarking on another path. This path has surpassed the realm of martial arts, nearing what ancient Qi Cultivators called Heavenly Dao. Without action, Yichen simply lowered his shoulder, inhaled and exhaled, causing a gust of wind to rise in front of him.

The gust arose strangely without any warning, it simply started when mentioned. The wind was formidable, and Zhu Bufan's advancing figure was halted by the wind, unable to progress even half a step further, while the mass of silver light had long been worn away by the gale. Suddenly, Yichen roared again, and the sound of the wind intensified. Zhu Bufan initially bracing himself against the halt, was suddenly lifted by the wind following Yichen's roar, smashing into a tree, snapping the two-person girth trunk mid-waist.

With another loud boom, Zhu Bufan crashed into the ground again. A roar like that of an enraged beast erupted from Zhu Bufan's mouth, the crimson in his eyes became even more intense, those red pupils seemed capable of dripping blood. The red lines on his pale skin twisted rapidly, converging toward his heart. Zhu Bufan stood up from the ground, tearing off his clothes, revealing a human face composed of those red lines on his chest, with features stretching and clawing.

Zhu Bufan's face contorted somewhat, the originally handsome features becoming increasingly sinister. With a skyward shout, Zhu Bufan thrust his feet upon the ground, his whole body like an arrow breaking through the air with a sharp swoosh. A thick red glow enveloped him, transforming the original silver light completely into red. A red mist arose from Zhu Bufan's hand, swirling around him, dying his pale skin red.

All these changes happened within a few breaths, and by the time Zhu Bufan reached Yichen, he had completely turned into a red person, as if his entire body had been doused in blood.

Witnessing Zhu Bufan's condition, even Yichen, an old monster steeped in years of Cultivation, was shockingly alarmed. He had never encountered a scenario like this—if he had initially inferred Zhu Bufan was possessed by inner demons, now he is completely clueless about Zhu Bufan's current situation. Unable to determine Zhu Bufan's condition, Yichen's actions remained unaffected.

Yichen's hands formed palms, merging and dividing swiftly, then simultaneously striking out towards the incoming Zhu Bufan. There was no dazzling brilliance or intricate moves, just straightforward and simple, two fluttering palms. Even the palms, slicing through the air, did not raise any sound, appearing slow yet making it impossible to clearly see how Yichen executed the strike. In short, Yichen launched two unadorned palms.

With a gentle thud, Yichen's palms pressed onto Zhu Bufan's chest. There was no expected bloody splash, nor thunderous noise, just Zhu Bufan's muffled grunt, his face suddenly paled deeply, then the skin and flesh on his chest and abdomen churned viciously spreading to the limbs' skin. Zhu Bufan appeared extremely horrifying. Beneath his skin, it seemed something was drilling, continuously bulging and receding, then bulging again. Zhu Bufan's contorted face let out a painful howl.

With a series of thuds, Zhu Bufan's limbs burst open with thumb-sized holes, bright red blood gushing out uncontrollably from those small holes. Yichen withdrew his palms, then leaped to a spot a bit farther from Zhu Bufan. Just as Yichen moved away, the eyes on that red human face on Zhu Bufan's chest spewed twin blood fountains with two splattering sounds. Zhu Bufan wailed, the red pupils dimming, collapsing onto the ground with a boom.

Zhu Bufan had now officially become a man of blood. His whole body riddled with countless thumb-sized holes, all bleeding red fluid. Zhu Bufan's body convulsed continuously, as if struck by lightning. He emitted low growls from his throat, still struggling to rise, but the wounds on his body hindered his freedom to move.

Yichen coldly observed Zhu Bufan writhing on the ground. He originally didn't intend to use this technique on Zhu Bufan, but upon witnessing Zhu Bufan's skin turning red, he hesitated no longer. It was, indeed, an immensely wicked method. "A truly troublesome fellow," Yichen remarked watching Zhu Bufan. He did not leave; he stayed, waiting for Zhu Bufan to return to normal.

The blood ceased flowing from the red holes, and those little holes began healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Unearthly noises of all sorts emanated from Zhu Bufan's body, sounds made during the regeneration of skin and flesh.

Yichen watched in amazement as Zhu Bufan's wounds healed. He had seen the wounds healing by themselves, but never someone like Zhu Bufan, whose wounds completely healed in mere minutes as if everything was intact again. Yichen stepped back, observing Zhu Bufan more cautiously.

Suddenly, Zhu Bufan sat up from the ground, glaring at Yichen with his red pupils, his mouth still bearing a sinister and eerie smile, as if gazing at prey. Zhu Bufan extended his scarlet tongue, licking his somewhat dry lips, saying: "You are formidable." His voice akin to withered wood, dry and harsh.

"You're not simple either," Yichen sincerely praised. For someone to recover so quickly after taking such a heavy blow, Zhu Bufan was the first. "So tell me, who exactly are you?"

"Me, I'm Nameless," Zhu Bufan still answered this way. He stood up from the ground, the redness on his skin fully receded. It seemed he had regained his sanity and was no longer acting on instinct.

"Nameless or not, it doesn't matter. Release my disciple, and I might spare your life," Yichen still remembered the real Zhu Bufan.

Hearing this, Zhu Bufan let out a sinister laugh, "Release him? Impossible, impossible. I can't even release him." His words were somewhat hard to understand.

"Do you still want to fight?" Yichen looked at Zhu Bufan, whose skin had turned pale again. "You should already know the gap between us."

"I know I'm no match for you now. But in two years, it will be different," Zhu Bufan chuckled, his laughter extremely sinister, giving off a chill.

"You have no more chances."

"Not necessarily," Zhu Bufan said, a ball of silver light appeared in the palm of his right hand, showing a very gentle radiance.

"You're still not giving up?" Yichen could sense the power of that silver light in Zhu Bufan's hand.

Zhu Bufan did not answer but instead hurled the silver light towards Yichen. Then he formed a strange stance with his hands, muttering softly, and finally shouted. The silver light immediately transformed into a long strip, and gradually detailed into a silver snake. Its mouth opened wide, revealing two sharp fangs inside.

The snake's mouth lunged at Yichen's head. How could Yichen be struck by such a simple attack? He shifted his body to the side. But the silver snake seemed to anticipate Yichen's moves, its long tail sweeping forward, seemingly crashing towards Yichen. From afar, it looked as though Yichen was deliberately crashing into the snake's tail.

Yichen remained calm in the face of danger, reaching out with his left hand to strike at the tail with an empty slap. With Yichen's motion, the snake's tail paused in mid-air, and then Yichen pressed downwards with his right hand, lifting himself off the ground. His body folded in mid-air, charging towards Zhu Bufan. Yichen's series of actions were so fluid, as natural as floating clouds and flowing water.

Zhu Bufan did not expect Yichen to break free so easily, but he hadn't intended to continue tangling with Yichen further. He was well aware that continuing the fight with Yichen would result in defeat. Releasing the silver snake was merely a tactic to buy some time. Now that his purpose was achieved, there was no need to fight Yichen anymore. Seeing Yichen rushing towards him, Zhu Bufan turned and fled into the forest to escape. Knowing the gap between himself and Yichen, he dared not slack off, fleeing with all his might from the start.

The game of cat and mouse began once more, only with the roles of hunter and hunted reversed.

Yichen did not expect Zhu Bufan to choose to flee, which surprised him. He knew that if Zhu Bufan got away, it would be difficult to find him again, let alone rescue the original Zhu Bufan. So, as soon as he saw Zhu Bufan turn to flee, Yichen pursued without hesitation. One person fleeing, one person chasing.

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