The End of the World: Chaos

"How arrogant you are!" Yang Yi waved his sleeves lightly, his brows showing helplessness. He glanced at Ronan's face, bloody, even though he was tenacious, he could not hide the traces of defeat. At this moment, Ronan rose from the dust, his eyes burning with the fire of revenge and indignation.

"Your words are too light!" Ronan gritted his teeth and swung the giant hammer in his hand more fiercely. "This is the path of self-realization, not forced by you!"

"Proof of the truth?" Yang Yi's cold eyes narrowed slightly, "Are you trying to show the world your tragic defeat? Do you really think that you can compete with us with your strength?"

"I don't care!" Ronan roared, hammering down like the wind, the tip pointed at Yang Yi's head. However, Yang Yi only needed to raise his hand to block it lightly, and he captured this heavy weapon as steady as a rock.

"Tsk, such moves make me feel bored." Yang Yi looked calm, as if it was just an ordinary test. "Do you think I'm afraid of such a joke?"

"Don't get carried away!" Ronan struggled hard, trying to pull the hammer away, but Yang Yi's five fingers were like iron clamps, tightly clamping the hammer, not moving at all. Ronan's expression was ferocious, and his chest was full of anger. Soon he calmed down a little and spoke in a slightly calmer tone: "What do you want? Am I really doing this just to fight with you?"

"You know what I mean." Yang Yi's eyes flickered, and his smile contained profound meaning. He turned the tide, seized the hammer, and threw it into the weeds. Then he moved closer to Ronan, with a teasing look on his face: "In fact, you don't know what to do at all."

"What did I do?" Ronan's veins bulged, and there was a sense of powerlessness hidden in his anger. "It was only for my own honor and disgrace!"

"What does honor or disgrace matter?" Yang Yi leaned forward and stared, whispering, "Do you want to defeat me and show your prowess? But the truth is that you are not as skilled as me."

"You!" Ronan was instantly at a loss for words. He glared at Yang Yi, feeling even more resentful.

"If you want to be strong, you shouldn't just rely on futile fighting." Yang Yi stood up straight and spoke in a serious tone. "What is needed is hard work and self-cultivation, not just venting anger."

"I know!" Ronan gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with determination, "I will always work hard and not waste my time."

"Effort is not the goal," Yang Yi said slowly, "it is only a means. You need to learn how to control your emotions and avoid being driven by them. Just like the fight just now, if you could stay calm, you might be able to hurt me. But tonight, you only vented your anger and didn't really fight."

"Your words sound simple!" Ronan roared, "Looking at your actions, what are you trying to achieve?"

"This method cannot show it." Yang Yi spoke slowly and deep, staring at Ronan's face and turning to the distant sky, as if he was in deep thought. After a long time, he looked back, his expression as firm as before: "I am willing to teach you, but not at this time."

"Teach me the truth?" Ronan was stunned as if struck by lightning. Anger and confusion intertwined in his heart. Was this the outcome he had hoped for? Could it be that he had to rely on Yang Yi to become stronger? Reluctance surged in his heart, like a tidal wave.

"Indeed." Yang Yi turned around and walked towards the place where the hammer was left. His tone was a little relaxed: "But the first thing is to recognize your own weaknesses. Don't let your emotions dominate your actions. Is that clear?"

"Is it clear?" Ronan was furious but eager to know the answer, "I never want to rely on external forces! I only want to become the most powerful!"

Yang Yi stopped walking and looked back at Ronan. His face suddenly filled with tenderness: "If you want to be strong, you must admit your imperfections. Only then can you rise after setbacks and reach the pinnacle. Don't just focus on the results, but also cherish the process."

Ronan's face was covered in ashes, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his veins were bulging. The giant hammer was trapped in the prison, restraining all his fighting spirit.

"Are you not going to give it a try, Ronan?" Yang Yi was calm and composed, with a disdainful smile on his face. Standing to one side, holding another hammer, his eyes flashing with cunning light.

"Bah!" Ronan suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with anger and unyielding. He shouted at the top of his lungs, full of resistance and determination: "Do you think I give up so easily?"

Yang Yi laughed loudly, "Give up the fight? I really feel bored. Come, show me your skills. Now that you have come to this point, maybe I can see your true skills."

Ronan took a deep breath and tried his best to suppress his emotions, knowing that he could not show weakness in this situation. However, the giant hammer was like a shackle tied to his hand, strangling all opportunities.

"You should know that my courage comes from my uncompromising heart." Ronan's tone became stronger and stronger, "No matter how powerful you are, I will never bow down and surrender!"

Yang Yi shook his head and sneered, "How brave! But today, there is no counterattack at all. No matter how many empty words you say, it will be difficult to save the defeat."

In an instant, Ronan felt a subtle vibration coming from the hammer handle, and a mysterious energy urged him on. His heart trembled, and his eyes flashed with hope. "Do you really think you can just let me do whatever I want?"

Yang Yi locked his eyes tightly, and a sense of vigilance permeated the surroundings. "What is your conspiracy?"

"I never intend to bend my knee!" Ronan roared, his blood boiling to his wrist, and the hammer fell fiercely. The roar shook the underground secret room.

"It seems I underestimated you!" Yang Yi's expression slightly changed, and the giant hammer in his hand was shaken and retreated slightly. But he quickly adjusted himself, and raised a playful smile again: "But there is nothing I can do, let's keep trying."

Ronan never surrendered easily, and he focused on the close connection between the hammer and axe in his hand and his body. Another force quietly gathered in the dark. When he focused on the light in his body, the edge of the hammer handle actually showed a dim glow. [Chapter 1: Black Iron Hammer, Hidden Abyss]

The thing in front of him was a strange and ingenious thing? Yang Yi's heart suddenly shook, realizing the seriousness of the situation. Ronan's sudden change was so shocking that he was alert, "Who are you?"

Ronan sneered, with a cold look in his eyes, "Brother Yang, you should also know that I am not an ordinary person." After that, he held the giant hammer in his hand and suddenly raised it to the sky. All his strength poured into the hammer like a tide. With a deafening sound, the entire secret room shook as if the ground was collapsing.

Fear flashed in Yang Yi's eyes, and he quickly stepped back. A huge pressure came over him, as if the heaven and earth were shaking. He lost his composure for a moment, and the giant hammer in his hand trembled constantly, "No! You can't do it!"

"I can do it!" Ronan almost roared, staring at Yang Yi, his anger and unyielding feeling overflowing. His body seemed to be tormented by fire, and endless power gushed out from the depths of his soul, determined to drive away all the darkness.

"You..." Yang Yi took several steps back, finally showing panic, his eyes flickering, wanting to take the initiative again, "Don't think you have a sure win, you haven't seen my trump card yet!"

"A trump card?" Ronan laughed. "Today is the end of you, Yang Yi."

At this moment, Yang Yi suddenly turned his wrist, perhaps wanting to stimulate his own potential, but was shocked to find that the hammer in his hand was heavier than Mount Tai, as if it was imprisoned by an unknown force. His face turned pale and sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Why is this happening?!" Yang Yi cried out in horror, confusion and anxiety rising in his heart.