Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 60 57 Clean and Neat

In a narrow alleyway, Yang Yao and Ji Jingqiu approached a derelict civilian house deep inside.

Yang Yao halted his steps: "As we discussed before, I'll go first to draw their fire. You move in from the side to rescue them. Rember not to hold back! Holding back is just harming yourself."

Ji Jingqiu nodded, having already donned protective clothing.

This was, after all, his first real combat experience. He took several deep breaths, visualizing the Fire House Buddha Hell in his mind, his restless heart covered with a thin frost, blocking out the bustle and turmoil of the outside world, restoring his spirit to a tranquil and profound state.

Making use of the shadows cast by the wall, Yang Yao moved lightly and soundlessly, almost rging with the rhythm of the surrounding environnt, his strength converging in every inch of his muscles and bones, ready to spring like a tiger on the hunt.

Suddenly, a shadow of an ard person appeared on the ground ahead.

Ji Jingqiu saw his senior brother pounce out swiftly like an arrow leaving the bow, gently crushing the man's neck, then landing silently, catching the limp body.

"Who's there?!"

Despite Yang Yao's near-silent hunting, soone inside the house noticed and shouted angrily.

Wordless, Yang Yao dropped the body he had been holding, his figure explosively surged forward in an assault, brutally smashing through the wall like a bulldozer, rushing towards the source of the voice.

This imdiately stirred up a hornet's nest.

The prepared firearms inside roared to life.

Ji Jingqiu dashed to the side and stealthily entered the yard, leaped up to the third-floor window ledge, and jumped in.

The interior of the house was empty.

He stood at the door, listening closely as several people on the third floor hurried down the stairs, then swiftly exited the house to search for Lou Qinglan.

Soon, he found Lou Qinglan, who was asleep on the bed in the inner room.

Before he could move forward, a figure in the corner burst forth!

Ji Jingqiu swiftly dodged, a trace of sweat appearing on his forehead.

At the very first exchange, Ji Jingqiu realized that the opponent's physical conditioning was superior to his, but not overwhelmingly so – probably a True Seed level, not yet having forged a Cultivation Body.

The man hiding in the room had a scarred face, with a thick and robust figure.

"Body Refining?" He gave a vicious smile, as his body's center of gravity sank, he pressed in, his hands aiming straight for the vital points on Ji Jingqiu's shoulders and neck.

Ji Jingqiu noticed the thick calluses on the man's finger joints; the opponent was likely skilled in years of fist techniques.

He utilized the terrain to spar with the opponent several tis, maintaining a core stance that was well-equipped for both offense and defense.

Seizing an opportunity, the Scarred Face man grabbed one of Ji Jingqiu's wrists, and with his other hand followed up with the intent to lock the joint. He didn't use his fist technique but surprisingly went for a grapple.

Ji Jingqiu's gaze was cool, using the opponent's wrist-locking force to twist and rotate his body, breaking free from the constraint, and in sync, twisted the opponent's arm behind, achieving an Attack and Defense Transformation.

The Divine Tiger Skill also contained basic grappling and counter-grappling techniques.

Scarred Face roared in anger, his body lurched forward, breaking free of the hold, exhaled deeply, and pivoted to deliver a counter-attack punch.

The transition from grappling to a powerful punch was incredibly abrupt and carried imnse force. The power surged and the punch seed to tear through the air!

In this cramped space, Ji Jingqiu was almost convinced he couldn't dodge the punch.

Fortunately, he was prepared for the opponent's boxing technique. His internal strength erupted, forcing his body to twist and evade the punch, and utilizing the montum from the rotation, he caught Scarred Face in the brief mont of breathing back, the mont to exchange breaths, and his right palm harshly smashed into the man's temple!

The strike genuinely landed, almost knocking Scarred Face off his feet, as his mind reeled from the impact.

Ji Jingqiu seized the opportunity to attack, forcing the defensively-compelled Scarred Face into a corner.

At that mont, a man wielding a gun suddenly barged through a doorway, raising the weapon to shoot without any concern for the unconscious young girl inside.

Ji Jingqiu's eyes flashed. He circulated his Qi Force throughout his body, and with the aid of the protective clothing, he took two shots but closed in and shattered the attacker's throat.

However, this mont of distraction gave Scarred Face a chance to catch his breath, and he adjusted his condition quickly, charging over like a massive bear.

Ji Jingqiu steadied his core stance, continuing the bout with him.

Soon, the enraged Scarred Face realized sothing was amiss.

Ji Jingqiu's agility and speed weren't much less than his, but he was clearly outmatched in strength; in this cramped space, Scarred Face had the advantage.

However, the opponent's attacks and defenses were coordinated too perfectly, especially the transitions between offense and defense, leaving virtually no openings. Instead, he frequently managed to catch Scarred Face off guard and counterattack. Even when he purposely lured Ji Jingqiu into attacking to reveal an opening, the latter could quickly fall back into defense.

This made fighting extrely uncomfortable for Scarred Face.

With a thunderous sound, the ground beneath them tilted sharply, and the entire house began to collapse.

Scarred Face stumbled, his eyes wide with rage, and sure enough, that young man who had never shown any weakness did not retreat but advanced instead, launching a punch straight into his temple!

With that punch, Scarred Face's life or death was uncertain, and he collapsed to the ground upon impact.

Ji Jingqiu followed up with another punch, then took a deep breath and quickly lifted the unconscious girl from the bed. He jumped out the window and sent a ssage to Zhang Xingyi at the sa ti.

After running out for about ten ters and looking back, he saw the house collapsing under the brawl between two inhuman figures, with fists eting flesh amid the swirling dust—the most savage and direct collision.

The dull sounds of body blows made the listener feel as if they were experiencing it themselves, causing their body to resonate and ache all over.

When the dust settled,

Ji Jingqiu saw his senior brother's muscles bulging, bones resonating in unison, and tendons taut as drawn bows, echoing like a bell.

He stepped forward, twisted his body, and delivered a punch, amidst a roaring sound akin to a tiger's howl. The opponent did not relent, and two fists collided like battering rams!

In an instant, bursts of power clashed like dragons and serpents, neither yielding to the other, as a tumultuous wave of Qi surged like the thunder of spring, bricks and clods of earth shattering and scattering around, leveling a path for dozens of ters!

Ji Jingqiu quickly stepped back, marveling internally at how incredibly fierce his senior brother was.

The Cultivation Body's strength was even more extraordinary than he had imagined.

He continued to step back, handing over the unconscious girl to the support personnel who had arrived.

But Zhang Xingyi shook his head, instructing him to keep holding her and to directly bring her back later.

Then, several of them stood dozens of ters away, witnessing the battle.

"Brother, aren't you going to lend support?"

"The sniper is already in position. Against True Seed Martial Artists with implants like these, ordinary firepower is useless. We need a specialized sniper rifle to breach their physical form."

Zhang Xingyi's eyes remained fixed on the confrontation ahead, not blinking as he said,

"Besides, I don't think your senior brother needs any support. You weren't there to see him at the last Martial Arts Association event, pressing down the Fire House Buddha Hell's master."

"Senior brother can press down a Divine Travel Warrior?"

"A fist fears youth, and besides, that master is just a Lower Rank Cultivation Body." Zhang Xingyi exclaid in admiration, "Don't be fooled by the small difference between Lower Rank and Mid-grade; in reality, they are worlds apart. Mid-grade is this formidable; I can hardly imagine the splendor of Superior Rank."

Ji Jingqiu deeply shared the sentint.

The battle did not last for too long; Cheng Yan, with a Finger Tiger equipped and a ferocious expression, aid to exchange lives with Yang Yao.

Seeing Cheng Yan forsake grappling and instead turn to a life-risking style of fighting, Yang Yao remained calm. He chose to take Cheng Yan's punch head-on, grabbed Cheng Yan's neck, and lifted him forcefully, unleashing a surge of power to smash him rcilessly onto the ground!

With a booming sound, the ground cracked open widely.

The clear sound of breaking bones rang out.

Yang Yao knew well how to deal with implanted Martial Artists, seizing the opportunity to use his power to temporarily disrupt the workings of the implant.

This strike left Cheng Yan's body numb, the operation of his implant temporarily ceased, leaving him almost immobile, and his power was thoroughly suppressed by Yang Yao.

But this man, after all, was a warrior who had fought his way up from the bottom. Holding back his raging breath, he stubbornly refused to fall, slowly raising his head and seizing the opportunity to throw a full-force punch at Yang Yao's chest.

The punch was slow, representing a dying man's unwillingness to admit defeat.

Yang Yao did not dodge but rely suppressed with his inner strength, his expression serene as he lifted Cheng Yan up once again and slamd him down hard on the ground.

Another explosion of bricks and soil sent ripples of dust spreading outward.

This ti, Cheng Yan could not lift his head again. His head drooped, his body went limp, and he fell silent, completely quiet.