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.

Small World really was. His opponent was only an Immortal

the first hit, but

Ancient Demon Clan

all had bloodthirsty and violent tendencies. Their companion’s ribs had been broken yet they not only didn’t show any concern, they instead repeatedly stimulated him, forcing him back onto the field

different from the Human Race,] Yang

ground beneath his feet cracking under the force of his forward leap, his burly body disappearing for an instant before re-appearing right in front of

the limit of what could

transformation, this human brat is definitely going

as he spoke these words,

at made contact with Yang Kai’s shoulder, the former’s expression gloomy, his eyes filled with hatred and unwillingness as he exerted all of his strength

around him for several tens of meters instantly transformed into dust, but Yang Kai remained unmoved, staring back at the attacking Demon

spurted from his body in an attempt to stop his uncontrolled flight, but before he could stabilize himself, he felt a stream of heavy

he had been fighting had chased after

creating multiple afterimages, making it impossible for him to predict where he would be

would carry with it a stream of extremely pure and hot True

*Hong Hong Hong…*

while wearing the same indifferent expression on his face, though inside

to stand, but this

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

this, Yang Kai sent another heavy punch to his

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

and gloomily glanced over at Pan Lang and the others who were standing

state, none of them showed any signs of

Pan Lang or the other Demon Race people, there was a clear look of surprise on their face. None of them had ever expected this

gently clapped his hands, “But you’ve only managed to win against the weakest of us, you

Pan Lang gestured to another Demon

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

truth, he

powerful opponents, this feeling made

different, but all of this is just a little lesson, there’s no need for all

a deep breath and no longer retained his strength, his own aura bursting out as his figure flickered and

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

became enraged, “You really don’t know the

on the necks of all six Demon Race cultivators