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"Kill them all! The treasure is ours!"

The clash between the two leaders was like a spark thrown into a powder keg.

The two sides clashed instantly.

The Zhao family's elite troops formed a battle formation, displaying orderly and disciplined tactics.

The martial arts school disciples fought individually, winning because of their ferocity, bravery, and numbers.

"Die!"

For a time, shouts of battle filled the cave.

Under the ghastly green fluorescent light, the blood turned black, and severed limbs flew everywhere, creating a scene resembling a hellish landscape.

Chen Qian stood close to the rock face, observing coldly.

He neither wanted to nor could he get involved in this inexplicable melee.

This group of people has gone mad.

People are willing to risk their lives for a coffin whose contents are still unknown.

"We don't know where Xuan Yin has gone! We still need to find a chance to slip away."

Chen Qian's gaze wandered, searching for other exits or a safe hiding place.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps on.

Just as Chen Qian was preparing to quietly bypass the battlefield under the cover of shadows.

A gaze filled with resentment and mockery was fixed on him.

"Hey! Isn't this Chen Erlang? Where are you headed?"

Chen Qian paused, then slowly turned his head.

Not far away, Wang Datou was holding a blood-stained staff, grinning maliciously at him.

Wang Datou didn't rush to grab the coffin; he knew his own limitations and knew he couldn't get involved in that level of combat.

But he was seething with anger.

Along the way, he was overshadowed by Chen Qian, a poor scholar, reprimanded by Zhao Feng, and used as cannon fodder by Lei Zhen.

That sense of humiliation, at this moment, catalyzed by this bizarre environment, completely erupted into a twisted killing intent.

"Zhao Feng is in dire straits himself; let's see who can protect you!"

Wang Datou licked his lips, a cruel glint in his eyes:

"Aren't you a disciple of a master? Aren't you knowledgeable in divination? Come on, let me tell you whether you'll die here today?"

Chen Qian's brows relaxed slightly as he watched Wang Datou slowly approach.

He sighed and slowly gripped the handle of the wood-chopping knife at his waist.

"Why don't you just let me leave quietly?"

"Leave? I'm going to kill you right here today!"

Wang Datou roared and, without giving Chen Qian a chance to say anything more, pounced forward with all his might.

He raised his staff high, whistling through the air, and smashed it down on Chen Qian's head!

This blow was powerful and heavy, clearly indicating that the attacker was serious and intended to kill the target with one strike.

In his eyes, Chen Qian was nothing more than a shallow scholar who knew a bit of empty talk.

Even if you're lucky enough to learn a couple of moves, you still can't stop him from having practiced his skills for seven or eight years.

however.

Just as the stick was about to fall.

Chen Qian made a move.

His movements were small and he showed no sign of panic.

Auditory recognition!

The angle at which the wind cut through the air, the weight of Wang Datou's footsteps, and even the sound of his clothes rubbing together as he exerted his muscles, all sketched a clear trajectory in his mind.

With a slight shift of his left foot, his body swayed gently to the right like a willow catkin.

Eight steps to catch the cicada—the cicada is startled!

"call!"

The staff grazed Chen Qian's clothes, missed its target, and struck the ground heavily, sending up a cloud of gravel.

"What?"

Wang Datou's attack missed its mark, and the excessive force caused his body to lean forward, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

How come this kid's movement is so fast?

Before he could react, a cold light had already shone in the darkness.

Chen Qian did not retreat; instead, while dodging the attacks, he pressed forward!

With his right hand, he slashed down with the machete along Wang Datou's wide-open ribs!

Eight Blades of Breaking the Edge - Riding the Wind and Raising the Flag!

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

This strike was devoid of any fancy moves; it was aimed directly at a vital point.

"not good!"

Wang Datou was, after all, a trained martial artist.

In a critical moment, he twisted his waist forcefully, trying to avoid the fatal blow.

"Sizzle!"

The machete tore through his clothes, creating a long gash under his ribs, from which blood gushed out instantly.

"what!"

Wang Datou screamed, staggered backward, clutching his wound, and stared at Chen Qian in disbelief:

"You...you know martial arts?!"

Chen Qian flicked the blood off the blade, his expression cold and his eyes devoid of any emotion.

"You're a warm-blooded warrior too!"

Scholars are poor, warriors are rich – that's an ironclad rule!

To achieve this, he endured ten years of hardship in this ruthless world, scrimping and saving, even working as a dog for wealthy families, just to barely keep himself afloat with the help of medicine.

But what is this Chen family's second son?

He was a poor wretch who had to beg for help even to get medicine for his brother, a penniless wretch who couldn't even afford food for the next day!

What gives him the right?

Where did he get the money to fill that bottomless pit?

Under the dim green light, there was not a trace of ferocity on that handsome scholar's face.

That chilling indifference, so profound it seeps into the bones, is even more terrifying than the frenzied killing over there.

"Again!"

Shame and anger overcame fear, and Wang Datou roared and charged forward again, swinging his club.

He doesn't believe it!

I'll lose to someone who studies!

The shadows of sticks fell like rain, blocking all of Chen Qian's escape routes.

There is a hint of some kind of martial arts technique involved.

Chen Qian took a deep breath.

He no longer simply dodges.

When a blow comes sweeping down, there's no way to avoid it.

Chen Qian suddenly raised his left arm, his muscles tensed, and he focused his energy in his lower abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

Chen Qian swayed slightly, a sharp pain shooting through his left arm.

But that's all!

Skill: Golden Bell Cover!

Using the force of the block, Chen Qian swung his right-hand machete down fiercely.

Wang Datou's old strength has been exhausted, and new strength has not yet emerged.

I watched helplessly as the chipped machete loomed larger before my eyes.

All I could do was desperately twist my head away!

"Pfft!"

The blade pierced the flesh.

But the blow did not sever Wang Datou's arm as Chen Qian had anticipated.

Wang Datou was, after all, an instructor who had been immersed in martial arts for many years.

At the critical moment of life and death, his well-trained muscles instinctively contracted.

The bones made a "clicking" closing sound, actually using the shoulder blade to forcefully jam the blade of the woodcutter's knife!

"You little bastard, you're still too green!"

Wang Datou grinned maliciously.

Despite the excruciating pain, he suddenly thrust out his left hand, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming straight for Chen Qian's throat.

If this action is taken, Chen Qian's throat will be snapped on the spot.

The distance is too close to avoid.

[Skill: Auditory Recognition (Beginner → Proficient)]

In Chen Qian's ears, Wang Datou's heavy breathing, the cracking sound of his taut muscle fibers, and even the faint sound of his fingertips cutting through the air were instantly broken down into countless signals.

Chen Qian did not back down.

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, thrusting his chest forward and deliberately ramming into Wang Datou's claws!

The Golden Bell Shield is operating at full power!

Blood and qi surged to the chest instantly, and the skin shone with a reddish sheen.

"Sizzle!"

The claws tore through Chen Qian's clothes, leaving five bloody scratches on his chest, but they only broke the skin and flesh, failing to penetrate his internal organs.

Wang Datou felt as if his fingers were gripping a piece of old cowhide.

"What?"

In that moment of astonishment.

Chen Qian seized upon this fleeting moment of stiffness.

Discard the knife!

He released the machete from Wang Datou's shoulder, and his hands shot out like lightning, gripping Wang Datou's right wrist, which was holding the stick.

Chen Qian twisted sharply, following Wang Datou's force, and turned his feet.

He moved like a slippery eel, instantly circling around to Wang Datou's side and behind.

"Kneel down!"

Chen Qian let out a low growl and kicked Wang Datou hard in the back of the knee with his right foot.

"Snap!"

Wang Datou winced in pain and knelt heavily on one knee, but he was enraged and roared, "Get out of my way!"

With a burst of strength, he broke free from Chen Qian.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Datou pulled out the wood-chopping knife from his shoulder, threw it behind his back, then picked up the staff and began to swing it wildly like a madman.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

The shadows of the sticks were so thick that they blocked out all the surrounding space.

"Where do you think you're hiding! In this godforsaken place, even if I can't see clearly, I can still smash you to death!"

Wang Datou's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he was in a killing frenzy.

Under the dim blue-green light, visibility was extremely poor; he was using area-of-effect attacks to force Chen Qian back.

However, what he didn't know was...

In Chen Qian's eyes, this place was as bright as day.

Every subtle movement of Wang Datou and every blind spot of his stick was clearly visible.

Chen Qian could even see clearly the slightly loose gravel beneath his feet.

"Are these your last words?"

Chen Qian watched Wang Datou dancing wildly like a headless fly.

With a flick of his toe, a sharp piece of pottery fell into his palm.

Faced with the whistling staff coming down, he didn't retreat but advanced, pressing his body against it.

Instead of slashing with a knife, he stabbed!

Eight-Sword Breaking Technique – Resisting Bayonet

The art of killing on the battlefield is all about delivering the fatal blow.

"Pfft!"

That inconspicuous tile sliced ​​across Wang Datou's wrist, which was holding a stick, with perfect precision, so deep that the bone was visible and the tendon was broken!

"what!"

Wang Datou could no longer hold onto the staff he was holding, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

But it's not over yet.

Chen Qian then executed a sweeping leg kick.

"Snap!"

Wang Datou's already injured body collapsed to the ground like a pile of rotten flesh.

Chen Qian showed no mercy and kicked him hard in the chest.

"Bang!"

The immense impact sent Wang Datou flying backward, smashing into a pile of pottery jars behind him.

Wang Datou lay amidst the shards, bleeding profusely from his wounds, his spirit broken, and the fierce glint in his eyes transformed into utter terror.

He watched Chen Qian walk towards him step by step.

The figure, illuminated by the eerie green light, flickered in and out of focus, resembling a demon.

Every step Chen Qian took felt like stepping on his heart.

"No...don't kill me..."

The machete was raised.

Chen Qian's voice was soft, yet it clearly reached Wang Datou's ears:

"Next life."

The blade gleamed coldly in the green light.

"Remember to pay me back!"

[New Skill: Combat (Beginner 1/100)]