Night, the mist is heavy, and the chirping of insects rises.
The forest, deep and silent, with a cool breeze blowing.
An old man and a young man are walking slowly in the forest.
The young man is holding a cold blade, his breath steady, his eyes crimson red and filled with bloodshot veins. Like a powerful Extraordinary who has practiced Immortal Cultivation for more than ten nights, instilling fear and awe in others.
The old man limps on his left foot, his expression stiff, his teeth yellowed and jaw twitching. Like a glutton who hasn’t eaten meat for years, chewing on the Double-headed Dragon meat in his mouth.
"I’ve told you, eating too much Double-headed Dragon meat is hard to digest."
Baiyu rolled his fish-like eyes.
This old guy is like a hungry ghost reincarnated.
During the time he went hunting and caught a Double-headed Dragon, in just four days, half of it had been eaten by the old man.
If there were condiments, he would probably eat even more.
"Men are like iron, food is like steel. Once I’m full, I can better identify terrain and keep watch for you, sir. Sir, after your training is complete, will you really arrange for me to meet my daughter?
She should be in university now, I wonder how she’s doing..."
Old Wu Tou touched his backside, carefully pulling out a wrinkled, yellowed photograph.
It showed him when he was young, holding a little girl in the photo.
Their figures were almost blurred.
Baiyu gave him a glance: "The government keeps records of every criminal. You can check your daughter’s information; if she’s willing to see you, you’ll definitely meet."
"That’s good, that’s good."
Old Wu Tou smiled as he paved the way ahead.
A few minutes later, old Wu Tou halted his steps.
Ahead, at a corner, five burly convicts stepped out from behind the dense forest, blocking the path.
Similarly, five convicts blocked the retreat.
Baiyu furrowed his brows.
This group of convicts had actually banded together, which had never happened before. Previously, even if they had wheel war tactics, it was mostly one-on-one.
This deep forest was surrounded by thick trees and messy shrubs, extremely suitable for ambush.
Since earlier, Baiyu had felt a persistent sense of danger.
It was as if there was a fierce tiger lurking in the shadows, waiting for him to show a flaw to launch a deadly attack.
This was a hint given by Spirituality after he became a Prayer Technique apprentice!
It’s an ability every Extraordinary has.
Spirituality is a mysterious thing, akin to the combination of Extraordinary Power and human spirit; it’s needed to communicate with mysterious existences or construct rituals, and so on.
This "Spirituality," during combat, is often referred to as the sixth sense.
A precise sixth sense.
"Hide to one side, these people mean business." Baiyu wiped his short blade with his sleeve. He had long ceased to be the rookie who just entered the forest four days ago.
Though only four days had passed, what could change was exceptionally vast.
"Kid, don’t blame us. Today, you won’t walk out of this forest." A convict took out a heavy rod from behind.
The remaining nine men also drew their weapons.
Compared to those who previously ambushed Baiyu, these seemed professionally trained.
"Who among you is in charge here? I want to talk to him; for three days, I haven’t killed any of you. What does this mean?"
Baiyu gripped his short blade tightly, with muscles charged with strength.
His back pressed against the nearest tree.
"Kid, you’re not qualified to meet our leader."
In an instant, ten men assaulted from different angles.
Baiyu’s charged muscles burst forth at that moment, his figure like a graceful leopard, leaping out with a crunching sound... a long blood arc splashed.
The leader was instantly decapitated!
The sharpness of Living Iron, slicing a person’s body, was like cutting through paper.
The fall of their comrade didn’t instill fear in the others; instead, it ignited the mad bloodlust in these convicts.
"Spirit Technique·Fierce Tiger Claw!"
Baiyu circulated his Blood Qi, with a crunching sound, his left hand grasping a convict’s neck and twisting fiercely!
The neck bones snapped.
His right hand’s blade sliced through another’s rod, piercing into the chest.
Holding sharp weapons, the intention to kill arose.
These men genuinely sought his life, and Baiyu had no intention of holding back. The true battle decision was made in an instant; any hesitation could affect the outcome.
Hesitating leads to defeat!
"This bastard killed Ah Wei and Ah Yong!"
"He’s just a Quasi-Martial Artist, with thin Blood Qi, don’t be afraid!!"
The remaining seven were ablaze with bloodlust.
Baiyu flicked the fresh blood off his blade, advancing instead of retreating, his body angled to one side, the blade gleaming as it pierced the opponent’s skin.
The convict didn’t even let out a scream before dying. Baiyu took advantage to duck beneath him; the remaining six convicts’ heavy rods were blocked by the corpse.
The bright white blade light blossomed from under the corpse, tearing the body like white cloth.
In a mere engagement, the once-swarming ten were reduced to three.
These three finally realized the terror of this Quasi-Martial Artist before them!
He’s practically an emotionless killing machine!
Baiyu attentively observed his surroundings.
The sense of danger hadn’t dissipated, but grew stronger. The hidden foes were escalating their power to its peak, intending to strike him down.
Something had gone wrong!
The buzzing drone overhead had been silent for a long time; the Armed Department might have temporarily lost control of the forest.
Uncertain what changes befell the Armed Department.
But until they regained control, Baiyu had to endure.
"Now, it truly calls for a life-or-death struggle."
His gaze swept around.
The remaining three were nothing to fear, just ordinary people with Blood Qi reaching one hundred sixty-card level.
Without systematic training, at most, they were strongmen or heavyweight boxers in ordinary people’s eyes.
Impressive to ordinary people.
But to Baiyu, who had genuinely tempered his body and Blood Qi, opened Qi Vein, practiced Spirit Technique, and wielded Living Iron, they were insignificant...
What worried him most was those hidden adversaries.
The leaves rustled lightly as they fell...
Baiyu’s expression suddenly changed, looking up, as a palm charged with intense Blood Qi descended from above.
"Damn, a palm descending from the sky?"
If it weren’t for the warning from Spirituality, he wouldn’t have reacted in time.
The palm already advanced, Blood Qi overwhelming his flesh, the palm’s wind seething against his cheek, stinging painfully.
"In this forest, you must have tampered with the surveillance, right? Though I don’t know on whose side you are, it seems you have some connection with the Abyssal Ascetic Association."
Since there’s no escape, Baiyu didn’t even plan to evade.
At this critical juncture, he raised his head and asked upwards.
The corners of Raven’s mouth gradually curved into a sinister smile: "Yes, the surveillance here has been destroyed; now, no one can save you!"
"Is that so? Then I’m relieved."
Instead of showing fear and unrest, he exhaled deeply, as if some shackles were unleashed.
Raven’s uneasy emotions burgeoned again.
The opponent unexpectedly retrieved a bottle of Magic Elixir from somewhere and gulped it down.
Hoping to rely on the Magic Elixir’s ability to withstand until rescue arrives?
Raven’s gaze turned fierce, Blood Qi surging again, the skin of the right palm boiling, like a cooked shrimp shell, emitting faint heat.
At the peak of his momentum.
The target’s every movement revealed oddity, as he placed a book upon his chest and just lay down like that...