Chapter 48

"San'er!" Chu Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed, and Zhao Sanfeng's body flew backward, passing by him. He grabbed Zhao Sanfeng's shoulder.

Due to Zhao Sanfeng's sudden change, the group immediately stopped. Ye Xun pulled Fu Tao, and the two stepped back, landing on a branch as thick as a person, coldly watching the figure in front.

Zhao Sanfeng spat out two mouthfuls of blood. The force of the palm that hit him was very strong, and combined with his own forward momentum, one of his ribs broke directly.

Chu Yan supported Zhao Sanfeng and said, "You stand back. I'll treat you once we leave here."

"I may not be able to help much. You be careful." Zhao Sanfeng clenched his fists in frustration.

"It's fine." Chu Yan nodded, then took a step forward, leaping to Ye Xun's side. He scanned the figure in front. The man was very tall, at least 1.9 meters, with some strange tattoos on his face, dark skin, and a bare chest.

"Who are you?" Chu Yan asked coldly.

The young man looked up at Chu Yan and smiled mockingly, "You are Chu Yan?"

Chu Yan didn't hide his identity, "Yes, you must want to kill me, right?"

The young man was taken aback by Chu Yan's attitude, then nodded with a smile, "Smart guy, but I've changed my mind. How about we play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"Let me introduce myself first. I am from the Eastern Yan Kingdom, my name is Fan Ye, and they call me Lord Fan. Although I don't know you, I've heard that you have a strong background. However, the person who came to Yan Kingdom to hire us to kill you also has a powerful background. So, after careful consideration, if I kill you, it's fine, but if I let you escape from the Black Forest, I will suffer a great loss. With your background, you will definitely send people to kill me, and I don't want to die."

"Then why are you still chasing me?" Chu Yan's gaze remained cold.

"Can't help it. After all, I received payment. If I don't act, I will still face their revenge after leaving the Black Forest." Fan Ye shrugged indifferently.

"Speak, how do you want to play?" Chu Yan didn't waste words with Fan Ye. After all, there were still over a thousand people chasing him. If he delayed any longer, even if Fan Ye didn't act, his group would surely be overwhelmed.

"I see you have two people at the Dust Movement realm. So, I will send two people, and you send two people. We will fight. If you win, I will let you go. Of course, I'm afraid you will seek revenge, so as a reward, I will help you block the people chasing you for one hour." Fan Ye paused, looking at Chu Yan, "If you lose, you know the result, right?"

"I know." Fan Ye's meaning was clear. If they lost, the result would be death.

Ye Xun glanced at Fan Ye and said coldly, "You say you can block the people chasing us, just by yourself?"

"That's not your concern. I have people." Fan Ye clapped his hands, and suddenly, several hundred figures surrounded Chu Yan's group in the dense forest.

Seeing these hundreds of people, Ye Xun and the others' faces darkened. The number of people here exceeded their imagination. Although people in the Black Forest usually traveled in groups, the largest groups were about thirty to fifty people, and a hundred was already rare. Now, Fan Ye had brought several hundred people.

"Chu Young Master, make your decision." Fan Ye crossed his arms and smiled.

Chu Yan glanced at Ye Xun, who nodded at him. He understood that in this situation, he had no choice. Surrounded by several hundred people, breaking through was impossible.

"Let's do it!" Chu Yan shouted, leaping forward and drawing the three-foot-long Feng Yin from his waist.

Ye Xun followed closely, holding a long spear named Black Dragon, which was specially made for him by Ye Tao for the recruitment of the Ten Thousand Sects. It was entirely black, seven feet long, and the spearhead resembled a coiled black dragon.

Seeing Chu Yan and Ye Xun ready to fight, Fan Ye also stepped forward, and another young man, over 1.9 meters tall, jumped out from the crowd.

"Fight! If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, you die!" Fan Ye laughed maniacally, tilting his head.

Chu Yan and Ye Xun glanced at each other, and without wasting words, they took a step forward.

Fan Ye was sixteen years old, with a life body of seven stars. This talent was unparalleled among his peers. In the Long Dragon Kingdom, few could match Fan Ye, except for Bai Haohe and Bai Ting, whose bloodlines were altered by the Crimson Blood Technique. Additionally, Fan Ye's cultivation was very high, at the third level of the Dust Movement realm. His weapon was a massive golden hammer, which made the ground tremble when it was swung.

The young man who fought alongside Fan Ye was also extraordinary, one year younger than Fan Ye but already at the first level of the Dust Movement realm.

"I will deal with Fan Ye, and you deal with the other one. Hurry up, and after you finish, come help me!" Chu Yan said to Ye Xun.

Ye Xun nodded, knowing that in terms of strength, he was currently inferior to Chu Yan. The best choice was for Chu Yan to hold off Fan Ye while he dealt with the other person and then come to help Chu Yan.

With the division of labor complete, Chu Yan took a step forward, and Feng Yin in his hand immediately glowed with starlight, then stabbed toward Fan Ye.

"Your speed is good, but it's nothing in front of my strength!" Fan Ye laughed excitedly, using both hands to grab the golden hammer and swing it at Chu Yan. Almost instantly, the air in front of the hammer seemed to solidify, slowing Chu Yan's speed.

Chu Yan frowned, quickly stepping to the side to avoid the golden hammer. He stomped his foot, landing on the golden hammer, and then flipped in the air, his three-foot-long sword generating a strong wind as it stabbed toward Fan Ye's throat.

"Clang!"

Fan Ye hastily retracted his hand, using the golden hammer to block Chu Yan's sword. However, he was too naive. He thought Chu Yan would be pushed back, but at the moment of impact, Chu Yan abandoned his sword and continued to approach Fan Ye.

"Bang!"

A palm! In the same spot where Fan Ye hit Zhao Sanfeng, Chu Yan slapped Fan Ye's chest, forcing him back several steps.

"Come!" Chu Yan opened his palm, and Feng Yin flew in a circle in the air, landing directly in his hand. The long sword pierced the air, aiming straight for Fan Ye's throat, with a speed that left everyone speechless.

Everyone was stunned, and the disciple fighting Ye Xun also widened his eyes. He forced Ye Xun back with a punch, intending to help Fan Ye, but it was too late. Ye Xun's spear stabbed from behind, aiming at his back.

In a short moment, Fan Ye and his companion were defeated. The group following Fan Ye stared in shock, unable to bear to watch the next scene, as they believed that in the next second, Fan Ye and the other disciple would be pinned to the ground, with no chance of survival.

However, just as Feng Yin was about to pierce Fan Ye's throat, it suddenly stopped. Chu Yan looked at Fan Ye coldly, "One palm for my brother. Now that we've won, let us go."

Fan Ye looked at the sword in front of him, his throat moving. He couldn't believe that he had lost so thoroughly.

"Why don't you kill me? With your abilities, even if you kill me, you can easily escape from here." Fan Ye couldn't help but ask. From the brief fight with Chu Yan, he knew that Chu Yan couldn't be measured by ordinary standards. His strength far exceeded the surface.

"If I kill you, I can escape, but no one will block the pursuers for me, making it even more troublesome." Chu Yan said calmly.

"I understand. You can go." Fan Ye nodded seriously, then turned to the several hundred people and shouted, "Clear the way! Let them go!"

Chu Yan sheathed his sword, then helped Zhao Sanfeng up, exchanging a glance with Ye Xun. The group passed through the crowd.

Watching Chu Yan and his group leave, the other disciple walked to Fan Ye's side and said strangely, "Prince, are you really just letting them go? If we kill them, with the support of the Crimson Moon Valley, the rise of our Yan Kingdom will be easy."

Fan Ye looked at the direction Chu Yan had left, and his inner energy suddenly changed, reaching the eighth level of the Dust Movement realm from the third level. If he had used this power earlier, Chu Yan would have had no chance of winning.

"You don't understand. Just wait and see. Soon, you will know if my decision today was right or wrong." Fan Ye smiled meaningfully, then picked up the golden hammer from the ground and swung it, as if aided by a god.

"Work! For the next hour, no one is allowed to pass. After an hour, we will head directly to the Ten Thousand Sects Platform. We can only help him so much. Whether he can survive or not is up to him." Fan Ye said.

Immediately, several hundred people from the Yan Kingdom sealed off the forest, blocking all those chasing Chu Yan.

At this moment, on the other side, with the help of an hour, Chu Yan's group had already reached the central area of the Black Forest. Night had fallen, and they lit a campfire, gathering around it.

"Can you now fight at the third level of the Dust Movement realm?" Ye Xun handed Chu Yan a few pieces of monster meat.

"The third level of the Dust Movement realm is possible, but today, Fan Ye deliberately let me win." Chu Yan said.

"Deliberately let you win? What do you mean?"

"If I'm not mistaken, I once traveled to the Yan Kingdom with my mother. The Fan family is the royal family of the Yan Kingdom, and Fan Ye should be the third prince of the Yan Kingdom. His strength is not at the third level of the Dust Movement realm but definitely higher." Chu Yan said calmly.

Ye Xun was taken aback, a bit confused, and looked at Chu Yan, "If that's true, why did he help us?"

"I don't know. Let's leave the Black Forest first. Once San'er's injuries are better, we will hurry and try to break out of the Black Forest within ten days!"