Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Ten: My Fists Are Stronger

block!

At this critical moment, Li Feng roared and brandished his large shield, which blocked all four hidden arrows at an incredible angle!

At this moment, Li Feng seemed to be wearing a blood-red robe, with blood-red mist emanating from his entire body, and even the air around him seemed to rise with a hint of blood.

Moreover, Li Feng's value at this moment had reached an astonishing '70~70'!

'Did the captain activate some kind of secret technique...?' Han Yi was somewhat astonished. This defense was so strong that he probably couldn't break through it even if he worked himself to death!

"Not good! Blood-stained clothes, surging blood energy—there's a Blood Refinement stage expert here!"

"This is a tough one, get out of here!" a burly man wearing black leather armor and carrying a machete at his waist exclaimed in alarm.

"Split up and run!"

"See you in the village!"

In an instant, dust billowed as four panicked men darted into the depths of the mountains.

“They’re Black Wind Stronghold bandits,” Li Feng’s eyes hardened. “Let’s split up and chase them!”

"Be careful, try to leave some survivors!"

"it is good!"

Han Yi chased after a bandit whose stats were '6~10'. He was also burning with anger. If his captain hadn't blocked the arrow at the last moment, he might have already lost his life.

Crunch!

Soft sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting shadows of two people on the forest floor that shifted with the swaying branches. Strands broke underfoot, and leaves rustled down.

call out!

The sound of a hidden arrow pierced the air.

Han Yi was startled and dodged to the side.

"Hmph, so he's just a kid in the Skin Refining stage," the big man stopped. "Leave now, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

Han Yi's mind raced. This bandit was treacherous and cunning; how could he possibly believe what he said?

He didn't reply, but bent his elbow forward and gripped the knife handle with his right hand.

Suddenly, the bandit raised his left hand.

"Oh no, it's quicklime!"

Fortunately, Han Yi was prepared and dodged the attack with a roll.

His disheveled appearance fueled the bandits' murderous intent: "You're just a fledgling, kid, prepare to die!"

He raised his broadsword high and leaped towards Han Yi with a powerful "Splitting Mount Hua" move.

Left with no other choice, Han Yi rolled over like a lazy donkey to dodge the attack, then sprang to his feet with a somersault.

This bandit was experienced and quick-witted. After his broadsword missed its mark, he instantly adjusted and unleashed another 'sweeping attack'.

Bang!

Holding a ring-pommel longsword, Han Yi stared intently at the bandit's sword-wielding hand. He slashed at the end of the bandit's broadsword, causing the bandit to stagger back several steps.

As the old saying goes: "A single sword depends on the hand, two swords depend on the footwork!"

Han Yi seized the opportunity to step forward.

The essence of swordsmanship lies in channeling power to the tip of the blade and executing the movements in one fluid motion, whether it's a cleaver, a chopping knife, a slashing knife, or a sweeping knife.

As Han Yi recalled the basic sword techniques, he became more and more proficient, and his momentum grew increasingly astonishing. He felt that his swordsmanship had made a new breakthrough.

Moreover, Han Yi's strength was originally greater than that of the bandits; he only lost the initiative at the beginning because he was ambushed by the bandits!

On the other hand, the bandits were exhausted from responding and defending with every move, but a prolonged attack will eventually break through and a prolonged defense will eventually lead to defeat!

Han Yi used a move called "Wrapping Flowers Over the Back" to twirl his blade, followed by a surprise foot-slash that struck the thief's thigh, causing blood to splatter everywhere!

"Aaaaah... You forced me to do this!"

Seeing that his thigh was injured and escape was impossible, the bandit took out a strange bamboo tube from his pocket. Before Han Yi could react, he opened the bamboo tube and threw a round, blood-red object that looked like a pill into his mouth.

Upon witnessing this scene, a slight unease rose in Han Yi's heart.

He mustered his strength, his body moved like lightning, and with his back to the wall and a knife in one hand, he charged towards the bandits with a 'leaping step and slashing knife'!

when!

After taking something that resembled a pill, the bandit managed to block Han Yi's attack with a single knife.

"How could his strength have become so great..." Han Yi's pupils dilated slightly.

After taking this pill-like substance, the bandit's stats suddenly reached '6~20'!

"Hahaha, this 'Brute Force Gu' is really useful!" the bandit shouted with wild laughter.

His ordinary sweeping motion was like a black bear charging, accompanied by gusts of wind, and even the branches as thick as bowls around him were cut off in one stroke!

"What kind of power is this?" Han Yi's expression changed drastically. He tried his best to dodge, but after taking only one blow, he felt his tiger's mouth crack and his arms go weak and powerless.

Moreover, after swallowing the 'Brute Force Gu', the bandit's wounds gradually healed and stopped bleeding!

Han Yi's thoughts raced. 'This kind of power can't be without negative effects; it must have a time limit!'

Han Yi stood and retreated, dodging at every turn.

The bandit's face was deathly pale, his eyes were bloodshot and lifeless, and his expression gradually became violent. He didn't look like a human at all, but rather like an enraged insect!

Han Yi found himself with nowhere left to retreat before a giant rock.

Clang

The bandit delivered a powerful, forceful strike that sent Han Yi's longsword flying!

"Hiss... Finally, finally caught you, hehe..." The bandit seemed to still retain some consciousness.

Han Yi looked at the bandits. It seemed that as their minds gradually faded, the bandits had become even stronger, their overall strength reaching '6~35'! "What should I do?" Han Yi's mind raced, and suddenly an idea came to him.

He picked up a bowl of sand and threw it hard at the bandit's head.

Secret Technique - Sandstorm!

The bandit was out of his mind and didn't know how to dodge. After being hit in the face by sand, he could only roar and spin around.

"A good opportunity!" A glint of light flashed in Han Yi's eyes.

He crept over and pulled out a short dagger he kept close at hand.

Swish, swish!

"Hiss!" The bandit cried out in pain, his knife-wielding hand groaning inhumanly, and the knife fell to the ground with a clatter.

Only then did he discover Han Yi's location, and he charged at Han Yi, waving his arms and roaring.

Han Yi watched his chaotic attacks and sighed inwardly, "My fist techniques are far superior to my swordsmanship..."

Mountain-Crushing Fist - Shattering Stones! The bandit's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

"Be a good person in your next life!"