Why do I have so many masters? Chapter 841: 82 Want to See (6400)2

Chapter 841: Chapter 82 Want to See (6400)_2

But he didn’t expect the opponent to be so brutal. If he hadn’t restrained himself just now, he would have drawn his sword and charged forward to fight, just like in his youth. At that mont, his heart was filled with shock and anger. He reached out, pressed against that person’s neck, and detected the last thread of life force, but it was gradually dissipating.

The opponent didn’t seem like Xu Sixing, who possessed a Qi chanism capable of splitting rivers. What Wang Anfeng sensed now was a faint life force, more like an illusion ant to mislead the “Doctor” into thinking that “Xu Sixing’s” life force disappeared because of inadequate care the night before.

As for whether he could revive him with this re thread of life force, the difficulty was no less than reanimating flesh or resurrecting the dead, all equally challenging feats.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, calming his anger, and glanced outside the window. The night was deep, and although the moon was not small, its light was dim, seeming to be shrouded in a bloody veil. He retracted his gaze, not rushing to pursue, and joined his right-hand fingers together, with a faint Qi chanism of thunder upon them.

Then, in an instant, he brought his hand down, touching several major acupoints on the man’s body in front of him. The thunder surged silently, and the man, almost a corpse, coughed twice, seeming to awaken yet remaining in a daze, only mumbling incoherently.

Wang Anfeng held the man’s hand with his left hand and lifted his right hand to grasp the Buddha Beads, silently leaning in to listen. The man was already near death, and Wang Anfeng used his Qi chanism to forcibly sustain the man’s life force, then stimulated his body, causing the life force to grow.

Even so, it was just a brief resurgence like oil boiling over a fla, not even enough to be called a “last burst of life.” The man only said a few words before finally dying, leaving Wang Anfeng silent.

He then silently recited scriptures, laying the man’s hand gently on his chest, and turned to look outside. Without hesitation, he leapt out, ascending to the rooftop. Under the dim moonlight, overlooking, he took in the entire half of North City at a glance.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand, took a pouch from his waist, and brushed it in front of his nose. Then he retrieved a small bottle and dropped its contents into his eyes to activate his Pupil Skill.

Although the night was dim and the moon was useless, in his vision, a faint band of bright light moved, spreading across the street, heading in the Northwest direction.

The Divine Thieves Sect was known for concealing tracks, and their technique for backtracking famous trackers was unparalleled. The dicine King Valley encompassed both dical skills and poisons; all things that could be used dicinally were included. Together, they were more formidable than before, a perfect match.

The previous Xu Sixing had already left a trail for him.

This drug took three days and nights to dissipate. As long as the opponent didn’t manage to escape thousands of miles away in a day, they couldn’t evade his pursuit.

He imdiately invoked his movent technique, moving through the night like a ghost, only following the shadows cast by the moonlight.

The opponent used every trick up their sleeve to avoid potential pursuit, circling around the city, even abandoning the carriage and leaving misleading ssages, finally returning directly to exit the city via a secretive route.

If it were anyone else, they might have let these people slip away, but Wang Anfeng, with the aid of the drugs, could directly discern the opponent’s route, never losing them, nor getting too close, always maintaining a two to three-mile distance.

After exiting the city, those people sped away quickly.

The band of light under the reflection of Pupil Skill stopped in front of a simple residential house.

That house was located at the innermost part of the street, with no neighbors on either side, backed by a high wall, allowing a full view of the entire street from inside. It was an ideal spot for concealing identity.

Wang Anfeng had to pause his steps.

He couldn’t yet reach the level of his third master, affecting others’ Five Senses through his own Qi chanism and spiritual resonance to make them blind to his presence. The opponent was cunning; just walking forward like that would surely alert them.

He was also unwilling to drag it out for too long.

After pondering a bit, his gaze swept over the neighboring courtyard, and an idea ca to mind.

………

Two n dressed in black moved one after another along the stone path in the courtyard. The outside of the house was simple, and the inside was plain, with inner and outer courtyards. One side of the outer yard had a vegetable garden, and on the other side stood a stone table and a stone mill, with dried eggplants and peppers hanging on the wall, exuding a rural spirit.

Yet, on both sides stood a Martial Artist, also dressed in black, wearing either pale or blood-red masks, silent, their gaze through diamond-shaped gaps built of green bricks, surveying the road outside, their hands never leaving their weapons.

Though they were companions, none uttered a word, nor was there any form of communication, as if they were all mute or blind, creating a stifling atmosphere that could drive one insane.

The two entered the innermost part but did not enter the house, rely standing at the door waiting, hands at their sides.

The two outside suddenly heard a slight noise from the side and instinctively glanced in that direction, tightening their grip on their weapons. Evidently, even in such a typical village, they remained fully alert.

One of them raised his hand and threw a Hidden Weapon into the shadow, seemingly striking a tal object with a ‘ding’ sound, followed by a cat’s ow as a black cat darted away in fright.