Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter Forty-Two: This Sword, Blue Jade

The man in black leaped over the city wall, which was more than ten meters high, as if he were scaling walls.

"Keep chasing!"

这黑衣人受伤后，身侧的数值已经从‘22~28’变成了‘22（21）~28（25）’。

We should strike when the enemy is down; if not now, when?

Without hesitation, Han Yi circulated his qi and blood, activated the "Flying Swallow Leg - Swallow Walk," leaped high into the air, swept over the city wall, and chased after the man in black.

Near the west side of Anyan City, on a hillside, in a grove of trees.

Under the bright moonlight, the two chased each other, one after the other.

Ahead was a man, thin with narrow shoulders but extremely long arms and legs. One hand hung naturally on his leg, while the other hand was covering a wound on his arm.

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Dozens of sleeping birds suddenly flew away together as the branches swayed, circling and dancing in mid-air.

The two of them moved like nimble monkeys, using both their hands and feet to leap and dart between the trees.

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Spots of blood were scattered in the woods.

As the man in black rapidly circulated his qi and blood, the wound that had been temporarily sealed with his qi and blood began to bleed again.

"A great opportunity!" Han Yi's eyes lit up.

The man in black seemed to slow down a bit because of the bleeding from his wound.

Whoosh!

With a flick of his wrist, Han Yi unleashed a powerful, hidden arrow that shot towards the man in black's back like a bullet leaving a gun barrel.

A sharp whooshing sound came from behind the man in black. Without thinking, he bent down and lunged forward.

A ripping sound rang out.

The man in black dodged the hidden arrow, but in his haste, he lost his footing and fell from the tree, his hood torn open.

The man in black grabbed a tree branch with his right hand in mid-air, used the momentum to roll on the grass, and then stood up.

"Luckily, I didn't chase the wrong person. It really is you, Wu Awei!"

Han Yi leaped down from the treetop. He had already memorized the portrait on the wanted poster, and now, comparing it to the image, he was overjoyed.

After all, there's no reward for chasing the wrong person!

"Brother, show mercy when you can. Let me go, and I'll give you all the silver I have on me, how about it?" Wu Awei leaned against a big tree, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the back of the tree, his expression one of extreme panic.

"Your leg techniques are really tough to deal with. You're injured but you still run so fast."

Although Han Yi's strength far surpassed Wu Awei's, he did not rush to attack, but instead slowly paced around Wu Awei.

"Brother, let's talk this over. I know you're here because of the Martial Alliance's bounty. How about this, I'll give you my family's martial art, 'Shadowless Kick.' It's a Xuan-rank martial art; you couldn't buy a copy even for a thousand pieces of gold!"

Wu Awei's body trembled slightly, and large beads of sweat poured down his face, as if he was in unbearable pain from the wound caused by the hidden arrow.

As he was speaking, Wu Awei reached into his pocket, seemingly searching for the secret manual, wanting to pull out the 'Shadowless Kick'.

"Oh?"

Han Yi was slightly tempted. To be honest, who wouldn't be interested in Xuan-level martial arts? The highest-level martial art he possessed was only the low-grade Huang-level 'Flying Swallow Kick'.

But wouldn't killing him also allow me to obtain the secret manual?

Would a flower thief be so naive?

puff!

The two men simultaneously threw out a bag of lime powder.

"what!!!"

"my eyes!"

Wu Awei's cries of pain rang out from the lime dust.

Han Yi was already prepared and quickly retreated a few steps to avoid it.

After all, he had long since given up hope on the character of the martial artists in this world.

Wu Awei then grabbed several handfuls of lime powder from his pocket and scattered them haphazardly around.

In an instant, white smoke filled the air, and Wu Awei turned and ran. "Don't run! Stop!"

Han Yi shouted sharply.

Whoosh, whoosh

He threw out several hidden weapons in an attempt to stop Wu Awei.

Clang!

The silver sword was drawn, its sharp blade gleaming silver in the moonlight.

Just as Wu Awei seemed to be trying to escape, he suddenly turned around and, with lightning speed, concentrated all his strength into the silver sword, leaving no room for maneuver, and stabbed towards Han Yi's heart like a bolt of lightning!

"This sword is named, Blue Jade!"

"Ha ha!"

"As expected of a newbie who just entered the Bone Refining stage, he doesn't even know the meaning of hiding his strength." Wu Awei's lips curled up in a mocking smile. "I've already reached the late stage of Bone Refining!"

He also dodged Han Yi's lime, pretending to be blinded, thus luring Han Yi into pursuit.

Wu Awei had already begun to imagine the scene after the silver sword pierced his heart; he felt that this was the strongest sword strike he had ever delivered since he learned to use a sword.

He was confident that no one but his master could withstand this sword strike!

puff!

The silver sword seemed to have pierced something.

The moonlight was faint, and dust filled the air.

Wu Awei could only vaguely see what appeared to be blood splattering.

Bang!

In the crimson light, a pair of iron hands clamped down on the silver sword, and no matter how hard Wu Awei tried, the silver sword could not be moved an inch.

"too weak!"

"Mountain-Crushing Fist - Earth-Splitting!" *Poof!*

Wu Awei was sent flying backwards instantly, his ribs were broken in countless places, and all that could be seen was a dent in his chest!

Bang! !

Leaves rustled down, and Wu Awei left a human-shaped hole in the tree.

"Blood, blood-red as a robe, you...you are actually...a Blood Refining Stage cultivator..."

Wu Awei stared wide-eyed at Han Yi, never expecting that a Blood Refining stage quasi-martial master would accept his bounty for a few dozen taels of silver.

His body convulsed, and his life force rapidly drained away. He tried to say something, but the light in his eyes quickly faded, leaving only a look of resentment in them.

"Weren't you hiding your strength too...?"

"He's clearly in the late stage of Bone Refinement, but he pretends to be in the early stage. He's clearly good at leg techniques, but he uses swordsmanship as a cover." During the chase, Han Yi noticed that Wu Awei's leg techniques clearly exceeded the strength that his '22~28' stats should indicate.

The lower limit of 22 only represents Wu Awei's body's defense at the late stage of Bone Refinement, while 28 represents the maximum attack power of the entire person at the late stage of Bone Refinement.

It's possible that his leg techniques exceeded his expected performance, but when Han Yi discovered that he could barely catch up with Wu Awei even when he was using all his strength at the Blood Refining stage, he realized that things were not so simple.

Even with Wu Awei injured, he was still this fast.

Therefore, Han Yi used a counter-strategy, feigning weakness to lure Wu Awei into making the first move, and then captured him in one fell swoop.

In this game of strategy, Wu Awei pretended to be blind and stood on the third level, while Han Yi had already reached the atmosphere!

However, Wu Awei is a strange person. A martial artist in the late stage of Bone Refinement is considered a backbone of the fighting force in An Yan City. Becoming a worshipper and joining a family would be wonderful.

Why suffer the pain of being a womanizer and end up with a bad reputation?

All I can say is that everyone has their own ambitions, Han Yi shook his head.

He stood not far away and only walked over leisurely after seeing the number above Wu Awei's head change to '0~0'.

Han Yi bent down, preparing to become increasingly skilled at looting the corpse!