C33 Survival of the Fittest
C33 Survival of the Fittest
The blood of the three of them was boiling. They wished they could replace Jinrong with their own bodies. They wanted to personally go up and beat Jinrong to death.
When Qin Tian heard the shouts of the crowd, he didn't feel hot-headed. Although he and Jinrong seemed to be fighting crazily just now, he had always maintained a calm attitude. He must not be anxious in the battle. He must not panic. Qin Tian felt the spiritual energy in his body and found that his spiritual energy consumption was not very high. Although the battle just now looked like a storm, he knew what to do. They were all controlling the spiritual energy. Qin Tian looked at Jinrong who was standing opposite of him. Seeing that he was already at the end of his rope, he quickly circulated his two primary cores. The spiritual energy kept surging, and his aura kept rising.
He wanted to finish the battle with a single punch.
Jinrong saw that Qin Tian's Qi was getting stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He could feel the pressure coming from Qin Tian's face. He knew that he might not be able to withstand the next punch. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Jinrong looked at the three men who had fallen to the ground, and his eyes lit up. These three men had lost all of their combat strength. He wanted to catch these three men and use them to escape.
Although Qin Tian was accumulating his strength, he didn't relax. It was still the same. He was seriously staring at Jinrong. He saw that Jinrong wanted to move towards Big Beard and the other two. He immediately knew what Jinrong was planning. Trying to do something like this in front of him was just wishful thinking.
"The seventh style of the Nine Spirit Fist."
Qin Tian shouted out loudly. The spirit energy in his body surged violently, and seven explosive sounds were heard from his body. He threw out his most powerful punch. His fist was emitting an unparalleled power, and it felt as if the space itself was going to explode from this tiny punch.
Qin Tian felt that this punch had consumed a lot of the spirit energy in his body, but it was also incomparably powerful. He felt as if there was nothing in front of him that could stop him.
With incredible speed, he was about to touch Jinrong in the blink of an eye. Jinrong couldn't dodge in time, let alone go to Big Beardy and the other two.
Jinrong looked at Qin Tian's attack, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with unwillingness. Just a little bit more and he would be able to catch the three of them. But now, all of this had turned into a bubble, and Qin Tian had seen through it. The attack was so fast that he had nowhere to run. He couldn't help but be filled with resentment.
"Four-Force Wave Punch."
Looking at Qin Tian's majestic punch, Jinrong thought that since he couldn't dodge it, he could only face the attack head on. He sent out his most powerful punch to meet Qin Tian's attack head on.
"Puff."
When the two majestic fist attacks collided, Jinrong spurted out a mouthful of blood. It was as if the blood was rushing out of his mouth without a care for his own life.
"Ka!"
The sound of bones breaking could be heard. It was as if Jinrong's right hand was about to explode. His entire right hand was covered in blood. What was even more terrifying was that... The bones of Jinrong's right arm could be seen piercing through his shoulder, revealing the white bones underneath. It made people shiver.
However, Qin Tian wasn't injured at all. He still looked majestic and imposing.
Big Beardy and the other two men were incomparably excited. They looked at Qin Tian's calmness and Jinrong's miserable state. These two had formed a sharp contrast, causing them to be greatly shocked.
At this moment, Yang Sheng's heart was especially restless. He had lived for more than forty years. He had just cultivated to a Three Star Vein Refining Stage, and he had just fought Jinrong. He could especially feel the power of a Fourth Star martial cultivator, just like himself. He couldn't even withstand a few strikes from Jinrong before he was defeated. Not to mention defeating Jinrong and beating him so miserably. This had shaken his heart greatly.
"Cough, cough, no... I didn't think that... I would actually be defeated by a child." Jinrong fell to the ground, blood continuously gushing out of his mouth as he looked at Qin Tian and said.
"Jinrong, you should have thought that this day would come sooner or later. Accept your fate. Things are naturally chosen, the fittest will survive. For someone as vicious as you in your heart, death is not something to be regretted." Qin Tian said plainly.
"Hehe... Hehe, death is not to be regretted. If you are not vicious, how can you survive in this world where danger lurks everywhere? You are still young, you will understand in the future. Everyone has their own helplessness, as long as they can survive... You can do anything. " Jinrong said with a bitter smile. He felt that his body was getting worse and worse. Qin Tian's punch had almost destroyed all the life force in his body. He felt that he didn't have much time left. Qin Tian's body was getting colder and colder as he looked at Jinrong who was about to die. He couldn't help but sigh. His words were also kind when he was about to die.
Qin Tian listened to Jinrong's explanation and agreed with what he said. In this world where danger lurks in every corner of the world, those who were too kind would always suffer losses. Jinrong's words had given him a lot of reasons.
"Things... actually... natural selection. Survive."
After Jinrong finished speaking, his Qi disappeared completely. Jinrong's injuries were too severe. After saying the last sentence, he still died.
Qin Tian looked at Jinrong's death and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. This was a martial cultivator. He had struggled on the verge of death in order to become stronger. He could die at any moment. Jinrong's last words just now... Natural selection, survival of the fittest, this was a principle that had never changed since ancient times. He looked at Jinrong's corpse. This had strengthened his conviction to become stronger. He absolutely wanted to live a wonderful life and become a powerful expert. He wanted to control his own life and death.
Although Big Beardy and the other two had shouted that they would kill Jinrong, now that Jinrong was dead... When the three of them saw Jinrong's corpse, they became silent again. A moment ago, he was still alive, but now, he was lying on the ground with a cold expression on his face. It made them sigh. Although Jinrong had said that he wanted to harm them just now, now that all of them were dead, the dead were the most important. No one hated him anymore. Everyone was sighing with emotion in their hearts. This was the consequence of a martial cultivator being weaker than a human. Only by becoming an expert could one control his own life and death. He could also control the life and death of others.
Everyone looked at Jinrong's corpse. For a moment, the scene was silent. Everyone was thinking about what this matter had brought them.
"Everyone, clean up the cave. Bury Jinrong. The dead are the bigger ones. Let him be buried in peace." Qin Tian's words woke everyone up.
Everyone came back to their senses. They looked at Qin Tian's tender face, then looked at Jinrong's body on the ground. Strength was respected. They couldn't help but believe Qin Tian's words and started to move.
Soon, they buried Jinrong in a corner of the cave.
Everyone looked at Jinrong's burial ground. They didn't feel emotional in their hearts. No matter how peerless you were when you were alive, or how silent and nameless you were, after you died, you would only be a pile of dirt to accompany you.