783: Chapter 781: Spirituality 783: Chapter 781: Spirituality The middle-aged man’s face burned with sha, his heart full of shock—or rather, growing dread and fear!
“Kid, no wonder you dared to oppose my Gu Family.
Turns out, you’ve got so real skills.” The middle-aged man snapped back, trying to maintain his composure with a defiant tone.
Chen Yang let out a cold laugh and began to walk toward the middle-aged man, step by step.
“Heh, you’re just realizing now that I’ve got skills?
Don’t you think it’s a little too late for that?”
The middle-aged man tensed as though facing a powerful enemy.
Hearing Chen Yang’s chilling words, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead like rain, and his back was instantly soaked through.
But he knew fear was useless now.
His only choice was to fight to the death—perhaps there was still a sliver of hope!
With that thought, he quietly began focusing his energy, channeling all his strength into his right hand.
When Chen Yang approached a certain distance, he let out a roar and struck out suddenly!
“Kid!
Die!”
Facing the middle-aged man’s sudden and ferocious attack, Chen Yang remained utterly composed.
He had long seen through the man’s intentions and was already well-prepared.
The mont the middle-aged man struck, Chen Yang stopped in his tracks, ceasing to advance.
When the middle-aged man charged forward, putting all his strength into a single blow aid at Chen Yang, Chen Yang rely sidestepped effortlessly, perfectly dodging the attack.
The middle-aged man, having put all his power into the strike and never expecting Chen Yang to evade so easily, left himself no chance to recover.
Missing his target, the force of his own punch sent him stumbling forward uncontrollably.
He lost his footing completely and fell face-first into the ground in a pitiful heap.
“Oof!”
The middle-aged man’s head hit the ground hard, leaving it bloodied and broken.
Seeing him in such a sorry state, Chen Yang couldn’t help but laugh mockingly.
“Was that an attack?
Or a dog eating mud?”
The middle-aged man heard this and his face instantly turned crimson with rage, clearly angry beyond words.
Furious, he scrambled to his feet, ready to resu his assault on Chen Yang.
But how could Chen Yang possibly give him another chance?
Just as the man made it to his feet, Chen Yang was already upon him.
Lifting his leg, Chen Yang sent a powerful kick to the man’s chest.
Thud.
With an enormous force, Chen Yang’s kick sent the middle-aged man flying backward, blood spurting from his mouth.
He crashed into a tree branch, which snapped with a loud crack, before tumbling to the ground in agonizing screams.
Chen Yang strode forward, reaching the man’s side, and pressed his foot forcefully onto the man’s chest.
Looking down coldly from above, Chen Yang demanded, “What makes you think the treasured ginseng is with ?”
The middle-aged man, blood pouring from his mouth, convulsed slightly as he lay there in a pitiful ss.
But his eyes were still filled with a savage ferocity.
Faced with Chen Yang’s interrogation, he remained silent.
“Heh, trying to play tough, huh?
People like you are the least of my concerns—I have countless ways to make you talk.” Chen Yang sneered and crouched quickly, grabbing the man’s right hand.
Crack.
A crisp sound of bone snapping filled the air as Chen Yang forcibly broke one of his fingers.
“Ahhh!”
A scream so piercing it echoed through the forest rang out.
The intense pain made it impossible for the man to suppress his cries.
“Are you going to talk now?”
Chen Yang pressed him again.
After the agonized screams, the man’s face twisted in tornt.
Even so, he stubbornly refused to speak.
“Heh, impressive—got so endurance, haven’t you?”
Crack.
As soon as Chen Yang finished speaking, he swiftly broke another finger.
The saying “ten fingers are linked to the heart” was no exaggeration.
The sheer, soul-wrenching pain made the man let out another blood-curdling scream.
Sweat poured from him like rain as he writhed in agony.
“This is your final chance,” Chen Yang said coldly.
“If you don’t talk now, I’ll break the remaining eight all at once, and there will be no turning back.”
Chen Yang had no patience to play this ga finger by finger, so he decided to finish it in one swift move.
Even if this middle-aged man stayed tight-lipped, there were still seven or eight others lying around.
Chen Yang wasn’t worried about running out of people to question.
“You… you’re a devil…” The middle-aged man trembled at the ntion of breaking all eight fingers.
The ferocity vanished from his eyes, replaced entirely by terror.
The excruciating pain filled him with dread!
“Are you going to talk or not?”
Chen Yang grabbed his hand again, making a motion as if to break the next finger.
“No, no, no… I’ll talk!
I’ll talk!” The middle-aged man panicked, hurriedly agreeing to cooperate.
Seeing the man finally crack, Chen Yang couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Weren’t you acting all tough just a mont ago?
What now?
Given up already?”
The middle-aged man showed no signs of sha at these words.
His face was still filled with unrelenting fear.
“You’re a devil… I’ll admit defeat…” the man muttered through gritted teeth.
Hearing this, Chen Yang laughed again but said no more.
Taking several deep breaths to ease his pain, the middle-aged man finally began to spill the truth.
“We… we couldn’t know you had the treasured ginseng, but it can sniff it out,” the man admitted, pointing behind Chen Yang.
Chen Yang turned to look.
There, lying limply on the ground, was a large wolfhound.
Just monts earlier, Chen Yang recalled, the dog had been brimming with arrogance.
Now, how had it beco so weak and pathetic?
Chen Yang was puzzled, but this wasn’t the ti to dwell on it.
The priority was figuring out why the wolfhound could detect the ginseng on his body.
“It?
Its nose is that sharp?”
Chen Yang turned back, looking at the middle-aged man with skepticism.
The man nodded again.
“Yes, it’s no ordinary dog—it has a kind of spiritual sensitivity.”
“Spiritual sensitivity?”
Chen Yang was taken aback.
He had never heard of such a term being applied to animals before.
“Yes, it’s a dog with innate spiritual sensitivity.
It’s different from normal dogs,” the man explained earnestly.
Chen Yang was doubtful at first, thinking the idea far-fetched.
But seeing the middle-aged man’s serious and assured expression, which didn’t seem to suggest lying, he decided to believe him, at least partially.
“Then tell —just how is it spiritually sensitive?
What makes it different from other dogs?” Chen Yang pressed, intrigued.
Terrified of Chen Yang, the middle-aged man didn’t dare hesitate and imdiately answered his questions.
“This dog is a naturally spiritually-sensitive species.
I don’t fully understand it, but I know its abilities are akin to those of people like us—stronger than its kind by a significant margin,” the man stamred.
Though his explanation was vague, Chen Yang understood the gist of what he ant.
It was akin to how individuals with special abilities were significantly stronger than regular people.
The spiritual sensitivity of this animal seed to be a similar concept.
“So that’s it.
Does that an Brother Eagle could count as a spiritually sensitive creature, too?”
The man’s explanation triggered Chen Yang’s mory of Brother Eagle.
Brother Eagle also had certain peculiar abilities, though at the ti, Chen Yang didn’t understand their nature.
Now, hearing the middle-aged man’s words, he imdiately made the connection: wasn’t this exactly like a creature stronger than its peers?
After musing for a mont, Chen Yang refocused and turned his attention to the wolfhound.
The wolfhound, possibly frightened by Chen Yang’s oppressive aura, lay motionless on the ground.
As soon as Chen Yang locked his gaze on it, its body began trembling.
Its behavior, indeed, suggested a certain spiritual sensitivity.
It gave off the impression of higher intelligence—clearly superior to an ordinary dog.
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