Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 219 Crossbow Formation

Yes, Yan Hong is a man who can lead everyone to make money. Working with him will bring you good fortune and a full wallet!

Of course, the way they made money was through shady and unethical means...

After being pushed aside by Yan Hong, Di Yuan's face turned bright red. He wanted to get angry and hit him, but he didn't dare to do it.

Although he began practicing martial arts as a child, the martial art he learned was extremely unique. When mastered, it would make a person extremely sensitive in terms of smell, hearing, intuition, and hearing. The only drawback was that he was not good at fighting.

"Hmph!" Yan Hong snorted, letting out two puffs of white breath, and glanced at Di Yuan with disdain. "That's all you've got."

If Di Yuan had started arguing or fighting with him, he might have shown more respect. But now that Di Yuan was so submissive, he looked down on him even more.

"You!?" Di Yuan was furious, his body stiffening taut.

Unfortunately, no matter how straight his neck was or how tense his body was, his height of less than 1.5 meters still made him look incredibly short. At first glance, he looked like a rooster that had suffered a defeat but was still holding his head high and trying to hold on.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

This immediately caused the people around to burst into laughter.

"You brat, you're not worth talking to!" Di Yuan couldn't hold back any longer. He flicked his sleeves and walked away. There was nothing he could do; he couldn't beat him in a fight or out-argue him. This was all he could do.

Although his martial arts skills, honed since childhood, made him less adept at fighting, they gave him an intuition far superior to others. Just now, when he got a little closer to Han Yi, he instinctively sensed danger.

From the beginning, he suspected that Han Yi was the culprit behind the Peach Blossom Village massacre, and might even be a martial arts master at the entry level. Then, once this sense of danger surged up, he became even more vigilant and careful, trying to stall Han Yi for a while so that Yan Hong and the others could go find Huang Shanjun's reinforcements.

That's fine. He originally wanted to warn everyone about his uneasy feeling, but Yan Hong's anger and interference filled him with rage, and he instantly forgot about that sense of danger.

"Ho!"

Yan Hong laughed arrogantly, turned around and shouted at Han Yi, "You little brat, you have three breaths to come forward for inspection, or you'll be treated as a suspicious person and killed without mercy!"

He glanced at Han Yi's bulging package and greedily licked his lips.

Why was he able to win everyone's support, while Di Yuan couldn't?

Because he can help everyone make money!

The way he made money for everyone was simple: squeeze every last drop of profit from these passersby. Without this method, how could he possibly support his three concubines and indulge in a life of debauchery with the meager salary from the county government?

Of course, over the years, he's encountered some tough opponents who wanted to rebel, like 'Ghostly Face,' 'Blood-Dripping Sword,' and 'Carefree Old Man'...

These men had names that sounded more and more intimidating and impressive than the last, but in the end, they all fell to the crossbowmen and the army. Taking their belongings, plus the bounty on their heads, actually yielded more than they could have.

The person in front of me looks to be a young man around twenty years old, at most a Blood Refining Martial Artist.

Looking at him standing there dumbfounded and motionless, he's probably already terrified by the powerful bows and crossbows behind me!

Yan Hong thought to himself, he hadn't even considered that he would encounter a martial arts master who had reached the level of internal strength.

Because the number of martial arts masters is so small, that ordinary people simply cannot come into contact with them.

Moreover, all the martial arts masters in the city were over fifty years old, held high positions, were imposing, and were followed by a large group of people.

How could there be such a young martial arts master who has reached the level of internal strength!

Besides, they had all seen portraits of the martial arts masters and remembered their appearances.

People like them who dare to make money through illicit means all have a sense of right and wrong, a clear understanding of the stakes involved, knowing who they can mess with and who they shouldn't.

This person in front of me is someone I can squeeze every last drop of profit out of!

"Isn't what you're doing a bit too domineering...?" Han Yi frowned and continued, "This is not an official road, so why are you closing it off for inspection without any reason?"

He had just watched a good show, and although he didn't know why the team was fighting amongst themselves, that didn't stop him from being a bystander. But when the focus shifted to him, everything changed.

He certainly wouldn't obediently step forward and let them inspect him. Not to mention the "Black Snake Leg" martial arts on his body and the visualization diagram of the "Covering the Moon Heart Method," the silver, gold notes, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings in his bag would probably cause a sensation.

After all, money can be very tempting...

“Young man, we’re not being domineering here!” Yan Hongyi said righteously. “We’re doing this for the safety of the people of Anyan City. Behind us is the official road. If unidentified bad guys or evil people were to enter, wouldn’t countless people be harmed!”

"Oh..." Han Yi was speechless and almost laughed out of anger. He had seen shameless people before, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone who could say "shameless" so openly and proudly without feeling ashamed.

They set up checkpoints and conduct roadside inspections here; frankly, they just want to skim money and line their own pockets. Yet this person speaks of it so grandly and openly. To put it bluntly, their behavior is no different from that of bandits and outlaws!

"Boy, I'll say it one last time, come over here within three breaths and come forward for inspection!" Seeing that Han Yi did not move, Yan Hong shouted sternly, making a gesture behind his back with his right hand, and the person behind him immediately understood.

Click, click, click!

The sound of the crossbows being cocked continued incessantly as the squad members dispersed, blocking Han Yi from all directions.

"What you're doing is truly outrageous! You have no regard for the laws of the court, no respect for the law!"

Han Yi seemed unaware of anything amiss, his tone remaining calm.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Yan Hong laughed heartily. He turned to the squad behind him and said, "Imperial laws? Are there really such fools in this world who would ask such a ridiculous question!"

Then, he turned around and said to Han Yi in a mocking tone, "The law is the law of the king. Here, we are the supreme law!"

It seemed that Yan Hong finally lost his patience because of Han Yi's ridiculous question. This person was definitely not someone with a background or power, otherwise, he would not have asked such a childish question.

Remember, strength is everything; might makes right!

With a wave of his hand, dozens of powerful crossbows were immediately aimed at Han Yi.

These powerful crossbows were specially made by the imperial court. The bowstrings were made from the strong tendons of a great demon beast, which were first enhanced in toughness and hardness with a secret medicine before being kneaded using a special method. The crossbow body was made from the core of purple yew wood, which was dried in the sun and then cast by craftsmen with mithril.

The crossbow bolts used were also specially modified, with small fletchings at the end, a slightly shorter length than ordinary arrows, and three-edged arrowheads. They were made of refined iron, engraved with blood grooves, and had barbs on the outside. Once they entered the flesh, blood would flow continuously, and they were difficult to pull out.

There were about twenty people with such crossbows behind Yan Hong.

Behind Yan Hong, two large boxes of these crossbow bolts were stacked up.

"Kid, blame your bad luck!" Yan Hong grinned menacingly and suddenly waved his hand.

"shoot!"

Swish, swish, swish!

The crossbowmen on both sides pulled their triggers.

Each of these crossbow bolts carries the force of a thousand pounds. They could turn an ordinary martial artist into a pincushion, let alone a ferocious beast!

Boom boom boom boom boom!

Although the crossbow bolts were dense and extremely lethal to martial artists, they were useless against Han Yi. He simply drew his Xuan Tie sword and easily blocked and shattered all the crossbow bolts.

To an ordinary martial artist, the rain of arrows, which was as fast as lightning, seemed as slow as a tortoise crawling to Han Yi, a martial arts master. No, it should be slightly faster than a tortoise.

Yan Hong believed that the immense force of the crossbow bolts was no more than the force of ordinary punches and kicks when used by a martial artist.

But after one volley of crossbow bolts stopped, another volley of arrows came flying in.

Before the second wave of arrows arrived, the third wave of crossbowmen immediately drew their bows and fired.

Three volleys of arrows fired in rapid succession, like crashing waves, one after another, without ceasing, perfectly coordinated.

This is a crossbow formation specifically designed to deal with martial artists.

This formation was specially developed by Huang Shanjun and taught to his subordinates to use. It was invincible in capturing bandits, suppressing riots, and defending the city.

Based on the martial artist's approximate reaction time, speed, and defensive capabilities, he then calculated the number of people in the small formation, their attack speed, and the timing for changing arrows.

Under rigorous training and with seamless coordination, a crossbow formation is like a monster with unlimited stamina, whose attacks require no respite and whose every strike is like the all-out attack of a peak Blood Refinement expert.

It can be said that once this formation is activated, it is invincible below the level of a martial arts master!

It was with this crossbow formation that Huang Shanjun secured his position as chief constable. When trouble arose, he could sit back and relax, and the crossbow teams he dispatched could easily resolve everything.

It can deal with martial artists, but not martial masters...

After Han Yi blocked the first wave of arrows, he roughly calculated the speed, force, and direction of the subsequent arrows.

He used his Flying Swallow Leg technique, channeling his inner energy, and with a series of quick taps, easily pierced through the barrage of arrows that resembled a screen full of bullets.

"This, how is this possible!"

Yan Hong stared wide-eyed, hardly believing what he was seeing.

Previously, why did he always look down on those so-called rogue martial artists, Jianghu masters, and martial arts veterans? Because those so-called murderous maniacs and martial arts experts could often be wiped out with just one volley of arrows from the crossbow formation he led.

Even the slightly more powerful sect leaders and faction bosses are nothing more than a matter of two volleys of arrows.

Even the more skilled individuals, even if they could withstand the arrows, would either die or be seriously injured. Furthermore, with him personally going forward to deal with them, it was only a matter of time before they were killed under the tightly coordinated military formation.

Now, after three volleys of arrows, the person opposite him was completely unharmed and even had the leisure to grin at him!

"How is that possible?!"

'How could anyone survive unscathed under a crossbow barrage?!'

Yan Hong was shocked. Even now, he still hadn't expected that Han Yi might not be just an ordinary martial artist, but a master who had entered the realm of internal strength!

Actually, it wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, but rather that he dared not think of it! What if the person in front of him was a genuine martial arts master at the entry level? Wouldn't they be doomed?!

Yes, this person must have cultivated extraordinary martial arts skills and possesses unparalleled speed. He's so young and has such an unfamiliar face; he absolutely cannot be a martial arts master!

"Marching crossbow formation, change formation, cock, reload..." Yan Hong shouted, completely oblivious to the trembling eyes of his men.

"oh…..."

"You should explain why you set up this checkpoint..."

Han Yi was surrounded by broken crossbow bolts scattered all over the ground. He held a bolt between two fingers in his hand. He had been watching Yan Hong's actions with great interest, wanting to ask him a question.

But upon hearing Yan Hong's words, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the crossbow bolt in his hand shot out at three times the original speed.

How can they bully people like this? They came up and made a brief encounter, didn't even exchange a few words, and then attacked like bandits.

Even worse, after launching an attack, instead of communicating properly, they actually considered launching another attack.

Even in a turn-based game, after you finish your turn, it's time for others to attack!

Such unsportsmanlike behavior would make even a clay figure lose its temper!

puff!

Yan Hong watched helplessly as the crossbow bolt flew towards him at high speed. He tried to dodge, but he couldn't. In an instant, he was hit squarely in the chest by the bolt and thrown away.

With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground and could no longer move.

A large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose due to the powerful force of the crossbow bolt.

"I... but the chief constable has his eye on... him, he's a martial arts master who has reached the level of internal strength... you, dare..."

 …”

Yan Hong stretched out his hand in vain, wanting to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word; his words were fragmented and incoherent.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his colleagues and subordinates, all of them terrified and scattering in all directions, but they were easily caught by the man in front of him, and were punched one by one like chickens and pigs, falling to the ground.

"He... a martial arts master who has entered the realm of internal strength..." Yan Hong finally realized at the end of his life that Han Yi was a genuine martial arts master who had entered the realm of internal strength.

"My lord... spare my life..." After realizing this, Yan Hong habitually forced out a fawning smile, the same expression he always wore when facing Huang Shanjun.

But then he was plunged into darkness. He stretched out his hand desperately, trying to grasp something, but in the end, it fell limply to the ground.

In the end, he had only one lingering thought: if only he had discovered earlier that this person was a martial arts master at the entry level, he would have begged for mercy sooner...

"interesting…..."

Han Yi's robes fluttered, and there wasn't a trace of blood on his body. Around him were a circle of corpses lying on the ground. As a martial artist, dealing with these martial artists who were at most at the Blood Refining stage was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. With a punch and a kick, he took a life in the blink of an eye, which was easier than cutting melons and vegetables.

Of course, his focus wasn't on this, but rather on what was far away...