My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Hong San sat in a corner of the mine. His qi and blood were boiling, causing his skin to turn red.

His hands did not stop. His hands turned into several palms, and with the unique tremor of the rumbling thunder skill, he quickly slapped his body.

If someone could see in the dark, they would definitely discover that there seemed to be some poisonous powder being quickly slapped out of his body. However, such a method was like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood in the vast poisonous sea.

This kind of delicate work consumed a lot of spirit, qi, and blood. It was clear that Hong San was using his vitality to exchange for time.

The ambush location he chose was also very close to the Thunderbolt Dojo. If they were fated to receive reinforcements, they could also successfully turn the tide of the battle.

Qin Huai would not charge in either, because he would be poisoned if he did. Everyone was poisoned, which meant that he still had the advantage.

Thus, he could only wait outside. In short, he was at a slight disadvantage in the current situation.

However, when he looked at it from a broader perspective, he had the advantage. In a life-and-death battle, the last thing one could do was be impatient.

'Such a huge amount of poisonous substances must be all that Qin Huai has…' Hong San's thoughts stopped abruptly. If he could go back to the previous moment, he would not have thought of such a hypothesis.

This was because the smell in the air intensified again. The frequency of Hong San's palms hitting his body increased, but this time, it was like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood. He couldn't get rid of the poison now.

'I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it if this drags on.'

He had to kill his way out!

"I must stay alive... Cough, cough ..." Hong San had just opened his mouth and wanted to fight his way out of the claws of death. However, a large piece of gravel-like substance was instantly poured into his mouth.

What kind of poison was this? How could it still be poison powder? It was as if he had stuffed the poisonous ore into his mouth.

The moment he noticed the poison, he had been holding his breath. Now that he opened his mouth, he knew how much poison was hidden in this dark mine.

"Die!" He squeezed out a word from between his teeth, but he still ate a lot of poisonous dust.

Hong San didn't expect there to be any other living people. He suddenly jumped up and rushed out of the cave.

He took three big steps forward and stomped on the ground. Like a giant elephant, it carried Hong San's anger as he rushed toward the cave entrance.

But he didn't have a lamp, so he couldn't see the road ahead. He could only rely on the stronger senses of a martial artist to follow the wind flow.

Although he could still identify the direction, his movements were still greatly limited. But, if he was already in such a state, how much better could Qin Huai be?

In a battle between two 'blind people,' it was still unknown who would win!

At the same time, Qin Huai watched as Hong San charged toward him with precision. His fists suddenly stopped.

The wind suddenly stopped as well, and the darkness was dead silent. The three white dragons returned and circled around, and Qin Huai draped them over his fists.

The white light was blinding, like the sharp edge of a knife. Qin Huai didn't show any mercy and gave Hong San a heavy punch. The direction of the fist was pointed at Hong San's throat.

Hong San felt the sharp wind whistling toward him and instantly turned pale with fright. The muscles in his entire body burst out with unprecedented potential at this moment. His entire body shifted for a moment, and the wind blast brushed past his shoulder.

Blood and flesh were instantly torn apart and scattered on the ground. The white bones were exposed to the air, as the cold wind that was as cold as an ice blade cut through them.

Another punch came, aiming at his throat. He did a quick forward roll, enduring the pain of his back being torn apart by the wind from the punch, and rolled for six to seven meters.

But the fist behind him still followed like a shadow.

Hong San was like a spider, using his hands and feet to crawl around on the ground, embarrassingly avoiding the attack from behind.

"It looks like this Qin Huai can see in the dark."

Qin Huai's accuracy made Hong San's hair stand on end, and he felt fear in his heart. He didn't know how many times his life was on the line just now.

The past ten years were probably less than the few breaths he had just now. Fortunately, he should have pulled away by now.

"Ah... Hu. Hu. Hu ..." Hong San greedily breathed in the air and leaned against the wall.

His left arm was almost crippled. It wasn't his throat that was hit. He had also escaped from the hole alive.

On the other hand, Qin Huai, who was not far away, was shocked. He saw that Hong San was rolling very quickly and had actually increased the distance between them in an instant.

He didn't immediately chase after him. That was because the few people who were still alive in the cave had also rushed out when they heard Hong San's noise. However, they didn't have Hong San's abilities.

Qin Huai watched as they charged at him, his fists repeating the same thing he had done earlier.

He killed both martial artists with a single punch.

"Ding! You have collected a [Thunderflash Skill Essence (Blue) ], [Thunderflash Skill] Experience +236!"

"Ding! You have collected a [Thunderflash Skill Essence (Blue) ], [Thunderflash Skill] Experience +211!"

The two blue experience balls merged into Qin Huai's body with a single thought.

"Qin Huai, without the advantage of the terrain, I managed to dodge your sure-kill chain of attacks. Now that we're in this cave without any light and you can't even see your fingers, what do you think your chances of winning are?" Hong San laughed and raised his five senses to the maximum. He was afraid to miss any sound.

"I've learned the listening strike technique from my master before. Although I can't say that I've reached a higher level, I still have the upper hand when dealing with you." After Hong San escaped death, he was now full of confidence.

Qin Huai turned around. He looked at Hong San, who was sticking to the corner of the wall and constantly stretching out his hands and feet to measure and explore the surrounding terrain.

He let out a light breath and then took another quick breath. Then, his breathing became lighter and lighter.

Only the sound of Hong San's breathing remained in this dark space.

The special characteristic of the breath control technique was to reduce the sound of breathing to the minimum, and at the same time, it also had some unique steps to eliminate sound. Thus, it could achieve the effect of stealth and invisibility.

Without a doubt, this dark world without any light was the breath control technique's favorite battlefield. Everything was eliminated.

Qin Huai slowly walked toward Hong San like a ghost.

Hong San still had some confidence earlier. But at this moment, everything was gone.

'Why is Qin Huai no longer breathing? Did he inhale the poison he brought and die from his own poison?' This ridiculous thought suddenly flashed through Hong San's mind.

He had never placed his hopes on such an absurd conjecture because he felt it was the behavior of a weakling. However, it was different today. He suddenly felt that absurdity was also a part of life.

Even the strongest, the heaven's pride experts who had overcome all obstacles on their way, also needed a certain amount of luck.

Qin Huai might have died just like that. It couldn't be that this kid had cultivated a cultivation method to conceal his whereabouts and that he had even achieved some success, right?

Oh right. That famous bandit gang seemed to cultivate a breath control technique, which was good at assassination and stealth. It had only been slightly more than a month since he had annihilated the gang. He couldn't possibly master another cultivation technique in this short period of time.

His uncle's bone-sensing skills were superb. In all the eight martial arts centers, no one would dare to claim to be the first if he claimed to be the second in bone-touching.

If Qin Huai really had such heaven-defying innate talent, then uncle... No, all the bone sensors in the city might as well just chop off their hands.

"Hehe…" Hong San continued to deduce in his heart. His uncle's bone-sensing technique could not be wrong, so Qin Huai would definitely not be able to master the breath-concealing technique in more than a month. Even if he did, it would be impossible for him to achieve something in a month.

After eliminating the possibilities, the possibility of Qin Huai being poisoned was still the highest. With such a large dose of poison coming down from the air, it was too difficult not to hurt himself accidentally.

As he thought about it, Hong San was even more convinced that his deduction was correct. The corners of his mouth rose, and he was overjoyed.

"I, Hong San, am indeed destined!"

However, at this moment, Qin Huai was only three meters away from Hong San.