High Martial Arts: Unmatched in Reality - Ascending Beyond the Game

The horrifying breath of death suddenly seized the thin bamboo pole's heart.

In an instant, Yogan's agile figure appeared in front of him, closing the distance in just two or three steps. With a swift motion, his violent palm descended, radiating an indescribable power and sharpness that made the thin bamboo pole instinctively want to turn and flee.

But in that moment, his years of experience as an old Taoist practitioner helped him steady his mind. He tossed the girl aside like a discarded sack, his body tensing as if preparing to face an overwhelming force.

Clenching his fists, the thin bamboo pole rushed forward, throwing everything he had into his desperate attack, hoping to withstand Yogan's terrifying blow and escape with his life.

The palm and fist collided.

In an instant...

The red and white light mark that had been faintly visible in Yogan's palm suddenly flared brightly. The world seemed to tremble as a destructive force surged out, spreading like a shockwave. The brilliance of the explosion was blinding, as though Yogan were holding a blood-red sun in his hand.

Bang!

A violent aura swept through the air, the force so intense it seemed to crush everything in its path. The scarlet blood and pure white energy intermingled, tearing through the thin bamboo pole's defenses as if they were made of paper. His arms shattered under the overwhelming force, the bones breaking with a sickening crack. The surging power coursed through his body, ripping apart his internal organs in an instant.

As bright red blood sprayed from his body, the thin bamboo pole's pupils widened in shock and terror. His breath came in ragged gasps, and the last words he managed to speak were barely audible: "God... gifted monster!"

With a final, pitiful sound, his body crumpled to the ground like a broken bamboo pole.

Yogan closed his palm, and the red and white light dimmed, fading away. He bent down, quickly rifling through the corpse, his eyes scanning for any useful items. He couldn't afford to miss the spoils of the battle.

But then, he noticed Jiang Qiuran sitting on the ground nearby. She had turned her head, deliberately avoiding Yogan's gaze, clearly unsettled by the violent display.

"If I had hesitated just now, you would have died," Yogan said seriously, his voice calm but firm.

"I understand... but it doesn't feel good," Jiang Qiuran mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. She bit her lip and hesitantly placed her small hand in his outstretched palm. "Thank you."

"It's okay. You take them to rest. I'll go after the wolf," Yogan replied before turning away and leaving swiftly.

The Green Ghost Wolf was injured, and it was an opportunity he couldn't afford to miss.

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In the quiet forest, the Green Ghost Wolf's frantic pace slowed as it panted heavily, exhaling hot air that blew away the dead leaves around it. Its head hung low as it trudged forward, glancing back nervously. Behind it was only darkness.

After running for what seemed like an eternity, the wolf finally stopped, still filled with lingering fear. Its tough fur was matted with sweat, and it could feel the sharp sting of the wounds it had sustained. Blood and sweat mixed together, and the pain seemed to intensify with every step it took.

With a low growl, the Green Ghost Wolf instinctively found a large boulder and half-crouched, licking at its wounds. Its eyes were filled with confusion and fear. It couldn't understand what had just happened. It had been hunting in the wilderness, trying to catch some prey, when suddenly it became the target of a human with terrifying power.

The wolf had reached the brink of its second level of strength, yet it felt utterly powerless in the face of Yogan. It couldn't match the human's speed, technique, or energy.

It let out an angry snarl, slapping its claws against the boulder in frustration. How could such a weak, puny human be so strong?

But before the wolf could dwell further on its thoughts, it froze, sensing something. It suddenly jerked its head up, its eyes scanning the area above the boulder. There, a dark figure emerged, accompanied by faint footsteps.

"Roar!" the Green Ghost Wolf bellowed, but this time, the roar wasn't one of dominance—it was filled with panic, a cry of pure fear.

The beast's body tensed as it leaped into the air, ready to flee. But what it saw next only intensified its terror.

Yogan's figure materialized in the shadows, his eyes cold and unyielding, like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Woo... Woo!" The old wolf's body was stiff with dread, and it let out a mournful cry. It seemed to be asking, why was it being pursued? Why was it being hunted down by this human?

Yogan didn't understand the wolf's mournful wail, but his intentions were clear. He extended his hands, and the energy around them began to pulse, creating a powerful gust of wind that whipped through the forest.

Under the dark hair that danced in the wind, Yogan's eyes were calm, yet they radiated an undeniable murderous intent. In this era of the revival of heaven and earth, humans and beasts were destined to be enemies. And the wolf in front of him was a man-eating monster.

"Roar!" the Green Ghost Wolf roared once more, its last-ditch effort to intimidate the human. It gathered its remaining strength, preparing for the final battle.

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The wind howled as the man and beast stood facing each other, a tense standoff.

The Green Ghost Wolf bared its sharp fangs, its eyes locked on Yogan's right palm. From there, it could smell the unmistakable scent of death.

Yogan took in the wolf's expression, recognizing the fear in its eyes. His own dark eyes narrowed with determination, a flash of cold fury passing through them.

With a swift motion, Yogan raised his right hand, and in the next moment, his body erupted with explosive force. He rushed downward, his momentum overwhelming as the light seal on his palm flared brightly. It struck the wolf's forehead with the power of a crashing wave.

The impact sent the Green Ghost Wolf's massive body crashing into the ground with an earth-shaking thud. The force was so powerful that the ground itself seemed to tremble under the impact.

However, despite the overwhelming force, the Green Ghost Wolf's green eyes flickered with a faint, stubborn light. The wolf's will to survive was strong, and it fought back, refusing to succumb easily.

With a final roar, the Green Ghost Wolf summoned all its remaining energy, its claws flashing forward with lightning speed, aimed directly at Yogan's chest.

This attack was its last chance, a desperate attempt to pierce through the human's arrogance and defeat him.

But Yogan's expression remained unchanged. His eyes were as cold as ever, unshaken by the wolf's fury.

Without hesitation, Yogan shifted his body slightly, positioning himself perfectly to intercept the wolf's strike. He moved forward, his right shoulder colliding with the wolf's claws, absorbing the blow without flinching.

The Green Ghost Wolf's claws sank deep into Yogan's shoulder, and blood sprayed into the air. But there was no satisfaction in the wolf's eyes. Instead, it was met with the deepest despair.

Yogan winced in pain, his face contorting slightly as the claws dug into his flesh. But even as the blood flowed from his wound, he didn't falter. His left hand, hidden beneath his body, gripped a black dagger.

In a flash, the dagger slashed through the air like a snake, cutting into the wolf's tough skin. The blade tore through the wolf's neck, severing its carotid artery and cutting through part of its cervical vertebrae.

"Swish!" The dagger sliced through with precision, and the wolf's head drooped as the life drained from its body.

With a final, mournful howl, the Green Ghost Wolf collapsed to the ground, its once-mighty form now lifeless and still.

Yogan stood over the fallen beast, his face set in grim determination, knowing that in this world of constant conflict, only the strongest would survive.

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