Martial Peak

Seeing this Demon Race cultivator undergo such dramatic changes, although Yang Kai’s expression remained indifferent, in his heart he was actually quite surprised.

He had already noticed that many of these Demon Race people had such tattoos before but not all of them did. For example, he had never seen them on Li Rong and Guan’er’s skin. So what exactly were they?

But now it seemed like they weren’t simply a form of decoration but were rather some kind of special Martial Skill these Demon Race cultivators practiced and it was even possible for them to freely manipulate them!

More importantly though, once these tattoos appeared, the strength of the Demon Race cultivator would increase to a whole new level!

As Yang Kai’s opponent’s momentum shot up, Pan Lang and the rest of his followers let out a quite sigh of relief, sneers appearing on their faces as they prepared to watch Yang Kai eat a big loss, taking pleasure in his misfortune.

Yang Kai took a deep breath, but to everyone else’s surprise, did not evade and instead went for a head on collision.

Yang Kai did this deliberately to check just how much this Demon Race cultivator’s strength had increased.

*Hong…*

With a loud bang, a pressure wave visible to the naked eye burst from the two fighter’s point of collision. Yang Kai was thrown back and up into the air. However, it only took him a few rolls in the air to stop the momentum and stabilizing himself in the air.

The Demon Race cultivator was also forced to retreat, and although he desperately tried to hold his ground, he did not succeed, backing up more than a dozen steps before falling flat on his back, breathing heavily.

Pan Lang and his lackeys eyes all went wide, some of them even turning astonished looks towards Yang Kai.

Although humans rarely appeared in this Mysterious Small World, they knew that Human Race cultivator’s physiques were far inferior to those of their Ancient Demon Clan; in fact, even amongst all members of the Demon Race, none were comparable to the Ancient Demon Clan in terms of raw strength.

But now, in a frontal confrontation, their companion was actually not able to suppress this Human Race kid.

Pan Lang suddenly felt very annoyed and angered, “What are you doing? Can you not even beat a lowly human?”

The Demon Race cultivator who had been knocked down climbed up again, shaking his head, not caring about his own injuries and broken bones, muttering aloud, “This little brat’s body is very strong.”

“Are you saying his physique is better than our Ancient Demon Clan’s?” Pan Lang scoffed, “I’ll give you one last chance to prove yourself, if you fail again, then you’re not qualified to associate with me. From then on your status will be reduced to that of an ordinary clansman.”

“Rest assured, I will deal with him this time!” The Demon Race cultivator’s eyes became focused, the tattoos on his face one again undergoing some unusual changes, seemingly melting and re-arranging until they covered his entire face, almost like he was wearing a mask, his expression cold and unfeeling but his red eyes exuding a thick murderous intent.

His first two failures had already caused him to become enraged.

Yang Kai stood midair, staring back at his opponent with cold eyes while secretly becoming more and more surprised.

physical strength of the Demon Race who lived in this Mysterious Small World really was. His opponent was only an

the first hit, but now after two head on confrontations his opponent

of the Ancient Demon Clan seemed to contain terrifying

tendencies. Their companion’s ribs had been broken yet they not only didn’t show

different from the Human Race,] Yang Kai secretly thought

the force of his forward leap, his burly body disappearing for an instant before re-appearing

of what could

second transformation, this

as he spoke these words, a loud bang

the former’s expression gloomy, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness as he exerted

several tens of meters instantly transformed into dust, but Yang Kai remained unmoved, staring back at the attacking Demon Race cultivator indifferently. Under the latter’s astonished gaze, his ankle was grabbed and he

from his body in an attempt to stop his uncontrolled flight,

the Human Race brat he had been fighting had chased after him and was now pummeling him with a series of

fists came at him from every angle, creating multiple afterimages, making it impossible for him

punch that landed on his body would carry with it a stream of extremely

*Hong Hong Hong…*

Yang Kai continued his unrelenting assault, all while wearing the same indifferent expression on his face, though

a Human Race’s Transcendent to stand, but

pair landed again, the Demon Race cultivator managed to retain his consciousness and was glaring back at Yang Kai incredulously, still tightly gripping Yang Kai’s clothes, a look that screamed he would sooner die than submit on his

another heavy punch to his enemy’s

straw as after a few teeth flew out, the Demon Race cultivator’s momentum finally dissipated as he

at Pan

signs of trying to rescue him, as if they were all just there to enjoy the

other Demon Race people, there was a clear look of surprise on their face. None of them had ever expected this Human Race cultivator’s combat strength to be so strong and for his fighting style to be so

hands, “But you’ve only managed to win against the weakest of us, you won’t

Lang gestured to another Demon Race cultivator behind him who

to make things so troublesome, all of you come together!” Yang Kai cracked his knuckles and said. He had immersed himself in Alchemy for a few months now and had not had a good fight for quite some time. Now that a fight had found him, he was practically

truth, he

this feeling made Yang

battle then it would be different, but all of this is just a little lesson, there’s no need for all

own aura bursting out as his figure flickered and rushed towards the

under his precise and subtle control, struck all six of his opponents

instantly became enraged, “You really don’t know

completely angered, Demon Crests appeared on the necks of all six