Chapter 69

Shi Taifen took several steps back, barely managing to fend off the attacks from the two people. He immediately knew that things were not looking good; this time, the Flying Tiger Team had really been outsmarted. ⊙

Among these two, any one of them had combat strength surpassing his own. If not for the four venerables in the combat defense room holding them back, he wouldn't have lasted more than ten seconds.

Barely managing to block the two, the third person had already started slaughtering the Flying Tiger Team members. These Flying Tiger Team members were not even on the same level as them. With a casual wave, a head would fly up into the sky. In the blink of an eye, six people had already fallen.

"Hmph! Want to run..." With a cold snort, two more people rushed in from outside, intercepting the two pirates at the head.

"Quick, go. These guys are fast." With a fierce look, the bald man casually killed another Flying Tiger Team member, shouting loudly as he attacked the two newcomers with both hands, his body constantly twisting to dodge the attacks from the three venerables behind him. His body seemed to be coated in oil, slipping through the attacks of several people without a scratch, giving off an extremely slippery feeling.

Du Qian walked at the back, with people constantly overtaking him, rushing towards the combat defense room. From a distance, he could smell the pungent blood, his face turning pale. Damn, a wrong judgment. If he had known this, he would have stayed outside.

There were still many Flying Tiger Team members around, and Yao Jing tightly guarded his body. It wasn't that Du Qian couldn't save face; at this moment, survival was the priority, who cared about face?

Thinking of turning to escape, it was already too late. A large number of martial cultivators rushed in from behind, clearly not members of the Flying Tiger Team. Some had the emblem of the City Lord's Mansion, while others even had military ranks.

These people rushed in quickly, but died even faster. Du Qian slowed down, preparing to turn around, when a bald man rushed over from the combat defense room, his face twisted with a bloodstained body, holding a spirit knife in each hand. His left hand blocked Shi Taifen's pursuit, while his right hand continued to harvest heads.

Du Qian had never seen such a fierce person before. He was so scared that his body stiffened. All the fighting spirit and courage vanished in an instant, leaving only trembling legs.

To describe someone as fierce, one might say they kill one person every ten steps. Compared to the bald man, who seemed to kill with every step, it was a far cry.

Du Qian's eyes almost froze. In just a few seconds, Shi Taifen's shoulder was bleeding, and four more heads flew up into the sky. The blood mist made Du Qian's vision blurry.

"Hmph! The City Lord's Mansion venerables are nothing more than this..." The bald man roared, pushing back the other two venerables and struggling to fight his way out.

Du Qian's strength was too low, so he couldn't understand the situation. All he saw was the blood mist and the lifeless heads.

He didn't know that there were originally four venerables in the combat defense room, plus Shi Taifen and the six additional venerables who came to support, making a total of eleven powerful combat masters in the corridor leading to the combat defense room.

This number was roughly one-fifth of the total number of combat masters in the entire Pingchuan City. Such a strong force still couldn't stop this bald man.

The bald pirate was overly confident. Before Shi Taifen arrived, he had the ability to leave, but his greed made him stay. After getting what he wanted, he even tried to kill the four venerables.

In terms of combat strength, the four venerables were naturally inferior to him, but as combat masters, it wasn't easy to take them down in a short time.

When Shi Taifen and the Flying Tiger Team came to support, the bald man knew he was in trouble. After all, this was Pingchuan City, the headquarters of the Flying Tiger Team, and the City Lord's Mansion was not far away. The support forces would arrive in an instant, and even a second delay could mean being left behind.

"Lord Bei, you go first, find a way to save us." Ten steps away, the other two pirates, who looked even more fierce, were far weaker in strength. They were entangled by the four venerables and couldn't break free.

It was this bald Lord Bei who was truly formidable. Entangled by six venerables, he still moved freely and even managed to injure Shi Taifen.

Of course, in such a situation, it wasn't easy to injure someone. He had to endure a gun and a sword before he could succeed. On the surface, he had no visible injuries, but in reality, his internal organs were already shaken.

This minor injury, if it were any other time, could be healed in a few breaths, but now he wouldn't be given that chance. Even Shi Taifen, with blood gushing from his shoulder, refused to step back. They knew that every second they could hold the bald man would increase the chances of capturing these guys.

"Go to hell, let's go together..." The bald man seemed to have a sense of honor, turning to attack from behind.

"Lord Bei, if you don't leave now, it will be too late."

"Alright, I'll go first."

"Ah..." Could it be this way? In just a second, the contrast was too great. Just a moment ago, he was all righteous, saying he would never abandon his brothers, and now what about the promise of life and death together?

In an instant, the bald man broke through the four venerables' blockade. The six venerables had made a wrong judgment, thinking he would really turn back to attack, but he played this trick.

Shi Taifen and another venerable attacked the bald man simultaneously, needing only half a breath of time.

Unexpectedly, Lord Bei was even more ruthless. He ignored the two attacks, his body glowing with a green light, using his spirit armor to harden against the two attacks, just to gain a bit of time.

'Boom... Boom...' Two loud explosions. The bald man, who was already moving at high speed, used the force of the two attacks to surge forward, slashing at Yao Jing with a knife.

"Wall of Blades..." Yao Jing's face was heavy, his calf slightly raised, kicking Du Qian towards the door while activating the Wall of Blades skill. From entering the corridor to the moment Lord Bei attacked, it took less than a minute for Yao Jing to realize that this level of combat was beyond the reach of the Flying Tiger Team members.

In the eyes of the other side, the difference between tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of combat strength was negligible. It was just a matter of a casual slash, and heads would fall.

'Shatter... Clang...' A piercing sound of friction, blade shadows flying, blood mist rising. Lord Bei's casual attack caused the Wall of Blades to collapse in less than a second. Yao Jing, who was standing behind the Wall of Blades, was drenched in blood, flying back a long distance, and landed on Du Qian, whom he had kicked out.

Just as Du Qian was about to get up, he turned into a rolling ball, hugging Yao Jing and rolling continuously until they reached the entrance, finally dissipating the force from Yao Jing's body.

Reaching out to touch, he felt a heartbeat, and bringing his nose close, he detected breathing. Phew, it was still okay. Du Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

The bald man was incredibly powerful. Apart from the few clearly superior venerables, the Flying Tiger Team members were killed one by one, easier than slicing vegetables.

Seeing him slash at Yao Jing, Du Qian, who was in mid-air, finally stopped being afraid.

Damn, being afraid was useless.

Originally, Du Qian thought Yao Jing was dead. The feeling that welled up in his heart was not sadness but a deep sense of powerlessness. A genius like Yao Jing couldn't even block a single slash, what was he?

Would crying help? Students from the orphan school rarely cried. In a place like the War Orphan School, tears were not believed in.

Would a crying child get fed? Nonsense. It depended on the situation. In the orphan school, crying would only make classmates look down on you and teachers annoyed, and you would be severely punished.

Your crying disturbed others. If you liked crying, find a quiet place and cry to your heart's content, and you wouldn't be allowed to stop.

War orphans raised in such an environment rarely cried, and there was nothing worth crying about.

Surprisingly, he didn't die. Could the body structure of a genius be different from that of an ordinary person? At this moment, Du Qian's mind was full of strange thoughts, and he even thought he was crazy.

Yao Jing blocked a slash, but that didn't mean they were safe. The two of them had not yet gotten up, and their position was right on the path out of the entrance. Even if the bald man didn't want to waste time on them, he had to clear the way because they were blocking it.

"Huh? The little girl is quite capable." Lord Bei, with his terrifying perception, saw everything. Before he even arrived, his knife was already there.

It's over. Du Qian couldn't believe that after just a few days of good life, he had just become a martial cultivator and was about to end like this.

Yao Jing's full effort to release the Wall of Blades couldn't even block Lord Bei's casual slash, let alone now when the two of them were hugging on the ground. Yao Jing, though not dead, had her eyes tightly closed and couldn't attack.

As for himself? Forget it. He had just condensed half a spearhead and couldn't even deal with an ordinary pirate, let alone such a powerful pirate leader.

Suddenly, Du Qian felt a lightness in his hand. He realized that Lord Bei's knife had no intention of killing them. He didn't know how he did it, but the tightly hugging Yao Jing was already in Lord Bei's hands, and so was Du Qian. Lord Bei put away his spirit weapon, picked up both of them, and rushed towards the entrance.

"Ha ha ha... A bunch of fools, Lord Bei is here." As he spoke, he exerted force with both hands, sending Yao Jing flying to the left and Du Qian to the right.

As his body flew out, Du Qian understood his plan. The City Lord's Mansion's support was very fast. The distance from the corridor to the combat defense room was not long, and including Shi Taifen, there were already ten combat master-level martial cultivators. By now, there must be more support outside.

Lord Bei was using a feint, but instead of a stone, he was using live people.

Crackling...

Countless green light points flew in all directions, blinding Du Qian's eyes. Countless green stars flew around, and various strange sounds filled his ears, making it impossible for him to determine what was happening.

With his vision and hearing simultaneously failing, Du Qian instinctively stretched out his hands, wanting to grab something in mid-air. His legs bent and extended, preparing to land, his back arched, ready to collide.

To be able to remain calm in such a situation, it must be said that the stimulation from the bald man was enough. Especially when Yao Jing was hit and flew away, it gave Du Qian a feeling of rebirth.

Superior memory played an extraordinary role at this moment. Du Qian felt that his fingertips simultaneously grabbed something.

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