3 Chapter 3

The Zhang Clan kid blasted forth in a gust of wind, sword ringing through the air as it struck his enemy, Ling Churen's neck like a viper. Jiang Yucheng could barely follow as they began the clash, fist against sword in a shower of sparks.

The transmigrator watched as the Zhang Clan member swung his foot out, a concealed blade whiffing past Ling Churen's face before he flipped back, jumping at least two stories high.

Giant qi-induced flames exploded out of Ling Churen's fists as he charged forwards, a steely orange color burst as they blurred in a seamlessly devastating barrage upon the Zhang Clan member.

Swirling his sword about, the Zhang Clan member gritted his teeth as he diverted each blow with intense concentration, skidding back as he attempted to disengage.

~Stinging Viper Dance~

*Ching! Kring! Fing!*

As another fist coursed past his cheek, drawing a string of blood, the Zhang Clan member contorted his body inhumanly to the left, blade flashing out as it twisted and turned, attempting to find its way through Ling Churen's defense.

*Ching! Kring! Fing!*

Ling Churen gritted his teeth as the blade snapped into his shoulder, blood spurting from a stab wound as his feet smashed into the ground, stone tiles splitting up in the air.

The Rocker Cat was mesmerized, planting its microphone into the ground as it followed the combat. Jiang Yucheng sighed. They were probably a stage or two above him, seeing as he could barely keep up with the action.

~Burning Shark Jaw~

Clenching his hands together in a claw-like motion Ling Churen yelled out as seething flames exploded out from all around him, forming the maw of a raging shark, with sharp teeth of infernal embers.

"Ah. So that is where the Son Of Sharks thing comes into play." Jiang Yucheng nodded in respect.

The burning shark avatar looked down on the Zhang Clan member, before lunging out as a missile of fire, biting down on the blade-user.

*FWOOM!!!*

An inferno of explosive fire burst into the sky like a geyser, smoke swirling up as the stone tiles below were completely destroyed.

The Zhang Clan member spat out blood as burns seared into his once handsome face, a showing of rage displayed as he screamed out in hatred.

"Ling Churen you filthy rat! Don't think you can get away now!"

~Miasmic Scales Technique~

Acrid purple smoke began to steam out of the blade user's pores as violet scales began to crawl across the Zhang Clan Members' body, each one sizzling with acid.

"Courting death!" Ling Churen snorted as he dived forwards, tiles turning into magma as he buried into the ground, fists breaking into the earth below like a knife through hot butter. Within less than a moment, he had completely submerged himself underneath the tiles, a sizzling glow of flames bursting through the tiles.

He was really living up to his "Son Of Sharks" background apparently.

The Zhang Clan Member narrowed his eyes, blood soaking into his robes as he began to spring across the martial arts field.

For a moment, there was a distinct rumbling sound below. The sound of rock being crushed and pushed about as a trail of tiles was distinctively uplifted, an orange glow shining through the cracks as it made its way towards the Zhang Clan Member quickly.

*WABROOM!!!*

Jagged shrapnel shot through the air as a tile was shattered into powdery dust, Ling Churen exploded just below the jumping Zhang Clan Member. The brown-haired pugilist was covered in amber-orange flames, his eyes turning to molten lava as his right fist swirled with fiery power, turning straight into the Clan Member with a devastating uppercut.

*Crunch!*

The Zhang Clan Member could barely even howl as his skin was charred into ash, bones crumbling to pieces as he combusted into deadly flames. The power of this fist blew his skull open, blood barely even leaving the body before evaporating into nothingness.

Ling Churen followed through, leaving only a barely recognized pile of burning pulp.

Despite this display of morbidity, the Rocker Cat was rather unperturbed, staring at the brown-haired flame user with seeming amusement. Jiang Yucheng looked down at the cat, raising his eyebrows. Well, a Battle Cat was probably more adapted to death than most. They did, after all, spend most of their time murdering other animals.

He rubbed his shoulders, a chill rolling down his spine as he watched the mutilated corpse smolder. It was really gruesome, that smell of burning flesh spreading throughout the air. Jiang Yucheng shook his head. He would not be able to fall asleep tonight since his house was next to the martial arts field.

*Crthud!*

And then, he heard it. The thud of some structure caving in.

Jiang Yucheng turned in horror as he watched one of his bamboo walls collapsing. The rock shrapnel had pierced through the side of his house from the fight.

He stared at his house in utter shock. Then, his eyes turned to Ling Churen, who was gazing down seriously at the dead body. The brown-haired teen was litrally smoking from his pores as the fire around him dispersed.

A certain emotion suddenly coursed through Yucheng's heart as he unconsciously reached out into the air, pulling out the Battling Panel.

The Rocker Cat watched him, mouth open as he tilted his head. It seemed that things were about to escalate quite quickly.

--POV Change--

"Zhang Longyao courted death, and I simply sent him on his way. Tell the Zhang Young Master that he can come. I will turn him into ash!" Ling Churen glared at the onlookers, his voice solemn yet dangerous as he clenched his fist, the ruined martial arts field behind him still crackling with slowly dying fire. It was clear that he meant his words with all his pride.

The crowd looked at him in horror, and rather quickly, began to disperse in fear. Ling Churen shook his head at them, clenching his fists as his eyebrows creased. In this world of Cultivation, the weak respected the strong. If he was to survive, he would have to become stronger!

*Ching!*

As he was about to turn away, his senses suddenly reacted to a sudden danger. Foot slamming into the ground, he dashed back, only to see an approaching metal glint meet his eyes.

*CraK!*

A microphone stand was delivered straight into his skull, causing him to slam back into the hard stone floor below. Ling Churen spat out blood as he tried to flip back, only for another microphone stand to bludgeon him in the ribs.

If he hadn't just fought in a battle against an almost equally-matched opponent, Ling Churen probably would have had the reflexes to react to this surprise assault, but sadly, he'd been wounded pretty badly.

"Meow! Meow! Meow!" A dozen more blows seemed to rain down from both sides as Ling Churen attempted to find his aggressor, only for a large bunch of hair to obscure his vision, another microphone stand slamming up his jaw.

His eardrums seemed to constantly rattle as the sound of multiple cats meowing was amplified in his face.

"AARGH!!!" He lurched back almost limp, straightening back up as he let loose a roar of fury, monstrous flames exploding out of his body.

As constant pain stabbed throughout his body, Ling Churen glared murderously at his aggressor… Which were three strange white cats with absurd hairstyles and some kind of metal clubs.

"I was ambushed by a group of cats…" Disbelief filled his voice as burning fumes seemed to blaze about from time to time. Churen felt his muscles compress as he cramped up all over as he sized them up. They looked small and rather funny, to be honest, yet they were the ascended beasts who had attacked him.

Ling Churen touched his throbbing jaw. If he was a cultivation stage lower, these cats would have probably pounded him into oblivion. Each hit had enough power to shatter a steel broadsword.

It was really weird. He didn't sense a bit of qi from any of the cats. Were they body cultivators?

"What do you creatures want!" Ling Churen spoke bitterly.

He watched the Rocker Cat's closely, waiting for any sign of attack. Churen needed to buy a bit of time and escape. He cupped his right hand, a small concentrated orb of fire gathering.

Behind the cats, a handsome young man just a few years younger than him stepped forwards. This of course was Jiang Yucheng, a vein pulsing in his forehead as his eyes narrowed with unadulterated malice.

"You break my wall, I break your face. Prepare to die motherf*cker."

--POV Back--