Immortality Begins With Internal Breathing-Chapter 83: Berserk (II)

Chen Mu was a beast in human form. Though only at the mid-stage of the Bone Forging Realm, many martial artists who had just advanced to the early-stage of the Organ Forging Realm were no match for him.

Is Young Master Lin afraid? It would make sense if he were. Not everyone has the courage to fight my cousin. Young Master Lin must be worried about losing too badly. Xu Yuxiang laughed sweetly, feeling smug inside.

In recent days, whenever she thought about having to marry a poor boy with no esteemed family background, her mood soured. But since Uncle Xu had arranged it, no one dared to go against it. The last time she had thrown a tantrum, she was punished by Uncle Xu and her parents after returning home.

"Nonsense! Brother Lin came from a scholarly background and has trained in martial arts for only a few months. Even if his talent is exceptional, it only means that his cultivation advances more quickly. He has little combat experience. How could he compare with Chen Mu, who has trained for years and fought in the army for 3 years?" scolded Xu Qinyi.

Sparring in martial techniques called for restraint, but Chen Mu never followed that rule. Every fight of his was a life-and-death battle. His moves were vicious and ruthless, each aimed to take a life.

A powerful voice rang out as a young man slowly walked out from the corridor. "In martial cultivation, there is always competition. In literature, there is no first; in martial arts, there is no second. If Young Master Lin dares not accept, such cowardice would truly be disappointing."

He was a burly youth, his exposed skin covered with more than a dozen scars of varying sizes. His aura was razor-sharp, like unsheathed blades radiating killing edge.

"I heard that Leader Xu had found a promising martial cultivation talent. I was curious, but seeing him today is quite a disappointment. The path of martial cultivation demands unyielding drive, enlightenment in life-and-death combat, and validation of one’s martial path through bloodshed. Only by fighting can one carve a way forward.

He did not conceal his aura. Momentum qi surged from his body, sharp and unrestrained. Just him standing there gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure. This time, he had come to stand up for Xu Yuxiang.

Xu Yuxiang’s mother was Chen Mu’s aunt. Their branch of the Chen Family ranked only in the middle to lower tier among the collateral lines. If not for Xu Yuxiang’s mother being beautiful enough to marry into the Xu Family through a political union, their standing would have been even lower.

Later, as Chen Mu gradually rose in strength, their family’s position improved. Chen Mu despised arranged marriages. His own mother had been married in from the Ren Family, while Xu Yuxiang’s mother had been married out to the Xu Family. Neither lived happily.

Now, his cousin claimed she too would become a sacrifice to marriage, forced to wed a poor boy, so she wanted him to teach the man a lesson. That was the reason why he had come. Competition within esteemed families was fierce. Given his family’s original position, he did not receive too many resources. Many of the resources he had used to train in martial arts came from his aunt, Xu Yuxiang’s mother. This was a favor Chen Mu was determined to repay.

"Do not be rude! This is a guest invited by Brother Xu. Such discourtesy will not be tolerated," Chen Xihong quickly scolded, sensing the situation turning sour.

"Heh!" Chen Mu shot him a cold glance, dismissing him entirely.

In his eyes, most of Songyi City’s young masters were trash. Without strength forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their power was nothing but a hollow façade.

When Lin Zheyu saw him, his eyes lit up faintly. Momentum!

He sensed the presence of momentum from this young man. This momentum resembled the essence of his own fist momentum, but it carried a far more blood-soaked quality, infused with killing intent forged from slaughter in fields of corpses. For all the time he had spent in Songyi City, this was the first martial artist he had encountered who had cultivated momentum, and at such a young age.

"Young Master Chen Mu speaks with some truth. Since you wish to spar, I will accompany you for a few moves," said Lin Zheyu in a slightly loud voice.

The momentum radiating from the other stirred his fighting spirit. He could not resist the urge to exchange blows and experience it for himself. His Barbaric Ox Fist had reached a bottleneck. For some time now, he had sensed no improvement, always feeling that something was missing. The momentum on Chen Mu’s body bore a certain resemblance to the Barbaric Ox Fist’s momentum, so sparring with him might provide some insight.

Momentum was of utmost importance to a martial artist. It was the precursor to intent, and intent was the foundation for advancing to the Force Transformation Realm. Intent could only be grasped through one’s own comprehension.

If a technique contained the essence of intent, but one’s comprehension was insufficient, then it would be impossible to understand. Many martial artists at the Marrow Refining Realm became stuck at a bottleneck, unable to advance to the Force Transformation Realm, precisely because they failed to comprehend intent.

"Brother Lin, don’t!" Xu Qinyi urged. "Chen Mu has no sense of restraint. Sparring with him almost always ends in serious injury. You have not practiced martial arts for long and lack battle experience. It would be best not to fight him."

"A pack of cowardly trash!" Chen Mu sneered coldly.

"It’s fine. I am skilled in lightness techniques. If I cannot win, I can at least escape," replied Lin Zheyu. He removed his coat, stepped into the open space, and looked at Chen Mu.

With his fighting spirit ignited, Lin Zheyu addressed Chen Mu. "Young Master Chen Mu, make your move. I also wish to seek your guidance!"

"Sigh..." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Xu Qinyi and the others sighed, unable to help but worry for Lin Zheyu. Facing such a fierce opponent as Chen Mu, Lin Zheyu was unlikely to come away unscathed. At best, he would leave with broken bones.

Xu Yuxiang was ecstatic when she saw Lin Zheyu accept the challenge, eager to witness her cousin pummel him. She knew well how terrifying her cousin’s strength was. Even some young masters who had just entered the Organ Forging Realm had been beaten to the ground by him.

Chen Mu chuckled darkly and exclaimed, "Bold enough!"

He stripped off his coat, revealing muscles as solid and hard as stone.

Lin Zheyu was someone valued by Xu Jingwu. He was a member of the Feihong Gang, one of their own. Though Chen Mu never fought with restraint, he would at least hold back enough not to cripple Lin Zheyu. At most, he would break a few bones to teach him a harsh lesson.

"Brother Lin, be careful. Chen Mu cultivates our Chen Family’s Berserker Art. It nourishes momentum through battle, so his momentum qi grows stronger as he fights. When his momentum qi reaches its peak, it triggers bloodlust within him, making it impossible for him to control the urge to kill. When fighting Chen Mu, you must end it as quickly as possible. If the tide turns against you, do not drag it out. Step back and admit defeat at once," said Chen Xihong, giving his warning.

The Berserker Art was one of the Chen Family’s ancestral techniques. It required extraordinary comprehension, and very few in the Chen Family had ever mastered it. For several generations, no one had succeeded, until the emergence of Chen Mu, a battle maniac and a beast in human form.

"Thank you for the reminder, Young Master Chen. I will be careful," replied Lin Zheyu.

Hearing Chen Xihong’s words, Lin Zheyu understood why Chen Mu’s killing intent was so overwhelming. The Berserker Art was a battlefield-born technique. The fastest way to improve it was to join the army and fight relentlessly, and Chen Mu had joined it at a young age. With his belligerent nature, he had gone through hundreds of life-and-death battles over the years, cultivating an aura steeped in killing intent.

"Let’s begin. I will give you three moves," said Chen Mu in a light voice. His words brimmed with unshakable confidence, the kind forged through countless battles.

"No need. My strength is not as weak as you imagine. Use your full power, please. I am very interested in the momentum you carry," said Lin Zheyu.

"Oh? In that case, I won’t hold back!"

Chen Mu moved, charging at Lin Zheyu as a terrifying momentum qi surged from his body. That momentum qi was saturated with bloodlust and slaughter, as well as the unshakable confidence and belief in invincibility born from fighting through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

This sense of invincibility bore some resemblance to the fist momentum Lin Zheyu had comprehended from the Barbaric Ox Fist. But at its root, it was different.

Sensing the momentum qi erupting from Chen Mu, Chen Xihong felt a jolt of shock. So strong! I never thought Chen Mu would comprehend the momentum of the Berserker Art to such a level. Truly remarkable!

Chen Mu’s innate comprehension was not particularly high, but his deep-rooted madness and ferocity suited the Berserker Art perfectly, allowing his cultivation to progress at astonishing speed.

"Brother Lin is in some danger," muttered Ren Qingfeng, his brows furrowing. "I’ll call Fourteenth Uncle. Otherwise, if cousin Chen Mu goes berserk later, no one will be able to stop him."

Seeing her cousin unleash such a terrifying momentum qi right from the start, Xu Yuxiang began to worry that something might truly go wrong. Chen Mu was infamous for his ferocity, his strikes brutally ruthless. Though she had instigated this matter, she had only intended to have Lin Zheyu be taught a lesson to vent her anger.

In truth, there was no personal enmity between her and Lin Zheyu. Everything stemmed from her being born into an esteemed family, bound by circumstances beyond her control, and none of it was Lin Zheyu’s fault.