Heavenly Rebellion: The Human Race's Rise to Prominence
Chapter 130: Decision

Chapter 130: Decision

Chapter 130: Decision

Crap... all because I got distracted for a moment, I almost died...

Lin Feng grimaced, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed a trembling hand against the gaping wound stretching diagonally from his shoulder to his waist.

Warm blood poured freely from the gash, staining his robes and pooling at his feet.

Each breath sent sharp, searing pain lancing through his torso, but he clenched his jaw and forced himself to stand upright.

If not for his recent breakthrough in the Blackwood Ruler’s Physique, that strike would have split him in half.

Even now, his body was struggling to mend itself, the regenerative properties of his cultivation technique working overtime to stem the bleeding.

Spiritual artifacts really make that much of a difference... If he didn’t have that axe, I definitely would’ve beaten him already.

Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng steadied his breathing, forcing himself to stay calm.

Panic was a weakness he couldn’t afford.

His sharp gaze flickered toward the dust-choked battlefield, searching for signs of movement.

Hopefully, that guy is in just as bad a condition. I’m pretty sure I hit him ha—

His eyes suddenly widened.

The figure he had sent flying moments ago was stirring.

Wei Jun, bloodied and battered, was pushing himself back to his feet.

His breathing was labored, but despite his condition, he was still standing—and worse, he was glaring at Lin Feng with a terrifying mix of fury and grim determination.

Shit... what do I do?

Lin Feng’s heartbeat pounded against his ribcage.

He was deep in enemy territory, wounded, exhausted, and alone.

He had no idea where Chen Si, Yan Hao, or Yan Li were, nor could he confirm whether the kidnapped girls had truly escaped.

He couldn’t leave until he knew for sure that they were safe.

Just as those thoughts raced through his mind, a voice called out from the side.

"Lin Feng! I’ve already sent the kidnapped people to safety, including Yan Hao and Yan Li!" Chen Si’s voice rang through the clearing.

"That bastard Wei Zihao was so scared shitless when he saw you fighting Wei Jun that he ran away!"

Lin Feng’s head snapped toward his companion, a flicker of relief flashing across his face.

But before he could respond, a deep, rumbling voice shattered the moment.

"You ant... You’re damn strong, aren’t you?"

Wei Jun’s voice was thick with venom, each word laced with barely contained rage.

His chest heaved as he forced himself upright, his massive frame once again towering over Lin Feng and Chen Si.

But this time, the arrogance in his stance was gone, replaced by sheer, unyielding hatred.

Unfortunately for Lin Feng, Wei Jun wasn’t finished yet.

"Too bad," Wei Jun growled. "It wasn’t enough to kill me!"

Lin Feng’s eyes narrowed as he took in Wei Jun’s battered form.

His left eye was swollen shut, blood still dripping steadily from the wound on his temple.

His legs—where Lin Feng had landed a heavy strike earlier—trembled slightly, a clear sign that he was struggling to stay upright.

Yet despite all of that, he was still standing.

But none of those wounds compared to the most severe injury—his chest.

Lin Feng’s final attack had caved it in slightly, causing blood to pour freely from his body.

His upper chest was soaked in crimson, and beneath the torn flesh, Lin Feng could see glimpses of shattered bone.

Every breath Wei Jun took came with a ragged, wet gasp, and it was clear he was in unimaginable pain.

Yet, despite his state, Wei Jun’s lips curled into a grin.

"Heh... guess you’re not looking too good yourself, huh?" he sneered.

Lifting his axe, Wei Jun let out a low, guttural chuckle as dark brown spiritual energy began swirling around him.

The energy pulsed violently, condensing along the blade as his grip tightened. Even wounded, he was still a threat.

Chen Si, sensing the growing danger, turned to Lin Feng with urgency in his voice.

"Lin Feng, we can escape right now if you want," he said seriously.

"There’s no need to keep fighting. The longer we stay here, the higher the chance that reinforcements from the Wei Clan will show up—people stronger than this Wei Jun!"

Lin Feng didn’t respond immediately.

His gray eyes remained locked on Wei Jun, searching, analyzing, reading every minute shift in his opponent’s stance.

Wei Jun stood frozen, waiting for Lin Feng’s decision, and once again... Lin Feng saw it.

A flicker of hesitation. A shadow of fear in Wei Jun’s eyes.

He doesn’t want to keep fighting either...

Lin Feng could walk away right now.

They had saved the kidnapped people. Yan Hao and Yan Li were safe. The mission was a success.

Everything we came here to do is done. We can stop now. We can leave...

And yet—

Why am I not satisfied?

His thoughts drifted back to Yan Hao and Yan Li—their battered, broken bodies teetering on the edge of life and death.

Their pain.

Their helplessness.

The moment they had been thrown aside like trash, left to rot in the dirt.

Rage erupted inside him, surging through his veins like molten fire.

A single voice roared in his mind.

This bastard tried to kill my friends... and he thinks he can scare me off with a few words?!

Lin Feng’s pupils shrank as his killing intent reached its peak.

A powerful wave of suppressive force burst forth from his body, distorting the air around him.

His darksilver spiritual energy surged violently, sending shockwaves through the battlefield.

Chen Si took an instinctive step back as Lin Feng’s overwhelming aura collided with his own cultivation base.

This fight wasn’t over.

"Chen Si," Lin Feng’s voice was cold, laced with murderous intent. "Go on ahead."

Chen Si’s eyes widened. "Lin Feng—"

"I won’t be satisfied until I leave this guy at least half dead."

Chen Si clenched his fists, struggling with the decision, but the look in Lin Feng’s eyes told him everything—there was no stopping him now.

"...Are you sure, Lin Feng? We’ve already saved them all—there’s no need to risk our lives!" Chen Si pleaded one last time.

Lin Feng didn’t answer.

Because in the next instant—

BOOM!

A massive pillar of stone, infused with violent spiritual energy, hurtled toward him at breakneck speed.

At the same time, Wei Jun charged forward, his axe glowing with an intense yellow light.

"If you want to fight, then let’s fight! You think I’m afraid of you?!" Wei Jun roared, his voice filled with raw, unbridled fury.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth as his body instinctively reacted.

His injuries were already beginning to close, his Blackwood Ruler’s Physique working overtime to accelerate his healing.

The pain was dulling, his strength returning—and with it, his rage.

He bared his teeth in a savage grin.

"You fucking bastard!" Lin Feng bellowed, his spiritual energy surging in response.

"If you want to die, then I’ll gladly take your head off your shoulders!"

And yet before Lin Feng could rush forward all of a sudden a powerful spiritual energy pressure enveloped the surroundings, one that was at least on par with Wei Jun before they all heard a sweet but commanding voice.

"Lin Feng, that’s enough, I’ll take it from here!"