Pfft!
One of the Martial Artists beside Feng Shaoguang had just turned his head and glimpsed the Armor-Piercing Arrow lodged in his wounded companion when he felt as though sothing had bitten him viciously. A chill spread through his body. It seed as if sothing was pouring out of him in torrents.
Another Martial Artist from Qingyi Sect raised his hand in an attempt to block—
But the Armor-Piercing Arrow was too fast.
His block missed.
The arrow drilled straight through, piercing his skull and turning his world black and red.
Thud!
Thud!
Two more n fell on Feng Shaoguang’s side.
The remaining four Qingyi Sect Martial Artists were terrified.
“Armor-Piercing Arrows!”
“First-Rank archery!”
Panic inevitably seized them.
Especially when they saw that behind Wangchuan and Captain Zhao Heiniu, several others had raised hunting bows. It felt as if they had thorns at their backs. Their speed faltered as they cautiously altered direction.
Unfortunately…
Although Bai Yuhui, Chen Ergou, and the others missed with their shots, Wangchuan and Zhao Heiniu were masters of prediction. Their archery had already reached the realm of Integration!
Seizing the mont, they struck again—both arrows landing squarely in the chests and abdons of two more Martial Artists.
The two fell to the ground, faces pale, clutching their wounds.
The situation shifted.
From nine down to three.
On Wangchuan’s side, eight remained, not counting Lin Dahai’s group.
The distance between them was less than twenty ters.
“Sect Master.”
“They have Armor-Piercing Arrows.”
“Useless trash!”
“If we do not kill them today, we will all die!” Feng Shaoguang roared in fury, issuing a death order through clenched teeth. “Kill!”
“Even if I am the only one left, I can still slaughter every last Yulong Gang dog!”
With that, Feng Shaoguang suddenly accelerated. Faint overlapping afterimages appeared behind him.
As his figure blurred, his eyes remained sharply focused. He evaded Bai Yuhui’s and the others’ Armor-Piercing Arrows with ease—and even slipped past Zhao Heiniu’s perfectly predicted shot by a hair’s breadth.
Zhao Heiniu’s expression changed.
Snap!
Wangchuan loosed an arrow.
Feng Shaoguang dodged again.
“Green Robe Dance!”
Wangchuan instantly recognized the movent technique—《Green Robe Dance》—cultivated to a level even higher than his own.
The Qingyi Sect Master was indeed formidable. He had refined 《Green Robe Dance》 to such a degree that he could continuously shift positions, effortlessly evading multiple archers.
In that instant, Wangchuan understood how terrifying his opponent’s speed was. At close range, direct archery would never hit him.
Without hesitation, he cast aside the Iron-Reinforced Bow and drew his Hundredfold Steel Longsword, issuing a low command:
“Ergou, you handle the others!”
“Captain Zhao, suppress the Sect Master with .”
Feng Shaoguang had already entered within five ters of Wangchuan.
At that mont, Wangchuan was reminded of his clash with Zhao Changhong, the swift swordsman.
Feng Shaoguang’s 《Green Robe Dance》 was even fiercer—faster. In broad daylight, his advancing figure blurred and overlapped like a phantom, exerting imnse pressure.
Worthy of being the Qingyi Sect Master.
Worthy of being a Second-Rank Martial Artist.
Wangchuan lowered his stance slightly, activating 《Iron Shirt》 while simultaneously engaging 《Green Robe Dance》.
Feng Shaoguang’s gaze sharpened, yet he clearly did not regard Wangchuan highly.
He knew of the Huishui County Hall Master “Wangchuan.” It was this insignificant mud-born nobody who had ruined his plans by killing Zhao Changhong.
“Die!”
Feng Shaoguang struck first with a lightning-fast thrust.
His sword drove straight toward Wangchuan’s heart.
《Swift Sword Art》!
Feng Shaoguang used 《Swift Sword Art》 as well. The thrust had built-up montum, its speed breaking past forty—fierce and precise!
Fortunately, Wangchuan’s speed was not slow either.
The instant the blade ca at him, his upper body swayed slightly.
At the sa ti, he struck!
At such close range, it was as though a waiting predator had finally found its prey within biting distance.
Feng Shaoguang’s eyes flashed with shock.
He had not expected Wangchuan to grasp the essence of 《Green Robe Dance》 and 《Swift Sword Art》 so quickly, nor to combine them to a level comparable to Zhao Changhong’s. The mont his own strike missed, a chill ran down his spine.
Faced with a counterattack at point-blank range, there was no room to dodge. He could only rely on his hard-body technique and chest guard to block.
But at such close quarters, Wangchuan’s blade still split through Feng Shaoguang’s leather armor and pierced inward—
Only to et powerful resistance upon contact.
A body-protection technique!
Likely no weaker than 《Iron Shirt》.
In an instant, the attack’s power was greatly reduced.
Feng Shaoguang’s eyes glead viciously as he swung again.
But—
Wangchuan reacted even faster, abandoning the exchange and retreating, narrowly evading the second strike.
At the sa ti, his hands darted to his waist. With swift, fluid motion, he drew and released two streaks of cold light.
Hundredfold Steel Throwing Knives.
Heart-Piercing Darts!
Feng Shaoguang’s pupils widened as he dodged in haste.
He avoided the throwing knives—
But not Zhao Heiniu, who had been watching like a tiger waiting to pounce.
Pfft!
From the side, Zhao Heiniu found a flaw in 《Green Robe Dance》. An Armor-Piercing Arrow struck Feng Shaoguang squarely in the abdon.
Zhao Heiniu saw it clearly. The arrow did not fully pass through, but the head had sunk deep, inflicting real damage.
“His weak point is the abdon!”
Wangchuan’s eyes lit up. Taking the opportunity, he leapt back further, widening the distance while drawing two more Hundredfold Steel throwing knives.
The pain in Feng Shaoguang’s abdon disrupted his nerves. His lightness technique faltered, and he failed to close the gap imdiately.
As Wangchuan hurled two more knives—both aid at the abdon—Feng Shaoguang tried to dodge.
He could not.
Another blade struck his abdon.
The injury was not severe, but it undeniably drained his vitality and affected his physical attributes.
Feng Shaoguang’s face darkened.
He glanced behind at his two remaining subordinates. They were being driven farther and farther back by Armor-Piercing Arrows. There was no hope of relying on them.
His mind wavered.
Wounded, facing Wangchuan’s entire group—
He could not press forward.
He could not retreat.
Turning his back would expose him to a volley of arrows. Worse still, he would lose focus on incoming shots, rendering 《Green Robe Dance》 ineffective.
Panic and chaos crept into his thoughts. His expression grew uglier by the second.
Then Zhao Heiniu seized another opening.
An arrow shot into Feng Shaoguang’s left arm. His sleeve lacked leather armor protection and was pierced through instantly.
“Ahhh!!”
“You seek death—!”
The threat barely left his mouth before a Heart-Piercing Dart from Wangchuan struck his right arm.
Clang!
His longsword slipped from his grasp and hit the ground.
With both arms injured, Feng Shaoguang’s limbs hung limp. Like a lone wolf stripped of its fangs, he staggered backward, his eyes blazing with savage desperation.
Not far away, the remaining Qingyi Sect Martial Artists saw their Sect Master in peril and imdiately turned to flee.
Wangchuan’s eyes sharpened. He flicked his wrist.
A Heart-Piercing Dart buried itself in one man’s chest.
Zhao Heiniu, Bai Yuhui, and the others loosed their Armor-Piercing Arrows in pursuit, turning the last man into a porcupine of shafts.
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