Chapter 12

"Who is that person? Judging from the emblem on his clothes, he should be a member of the Zhao family."

A few members of the Xin family narrowly escaped, still trembling with fear.

Xin Fei watched Zhao Feng's departing back and called out softly, "What a remarkable light body technique! Even in my prime, I couldn't match his speed, and his archery is always on target..."

"Hmph! He's just a cheap shot, a guy who takes advantage of the situation. If we catch him, we'll make him pay."

A young man in light armor, a third-level martial artist, said coldly.

The young man in light armor was the second strongest among the five, only behind Xin Fei.

His words immediately received the agreement of the others, who said resentfully, "That's right! That kid used us as bait and shot from the shadows, truly despicable!"

"Xin Gang, that person did save our lives after all."

Xin Fei shook his head.

At this moment, several miles away, a mournful cry of the "Green-Headed Tiger King" echoed and then abruptly stopped...

The faces of the Xin family members changed simultaneously.

There was no need to think; the Green-Headed Tiger King must have died.

"Quick, follow!"

The young man in light armor named Xin Gang shouted fiercely, leading several Xin family members in the direction of the sound.

At the same time.

About three to four miles to the east.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng stood on the treetop, holding a heavy iron bow, panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

Below, the Green-Headed Tiger King, about four to five meters long, had several arrows embedded in its forehead, the original wounds now as large as a basin.

The once mighty Green-Headed Tiger King now had its eyes wide open, its forehead turning a purplish-black, lifeless...

Zhao Feng subconsciously touched his empty quiver and sighed in relief, "What a close call!"

This was only possible because he practiced the "Piao Ling Du," which allowed him to catch up with the Green-Headed Tiger King.

Moreover, his archery was always on target, each shot piercing vital points and carrying a potent poison.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng leaped down to the ground, staring at the massive corpse of the Green-Headed Tiger King. After a brief moment of excitement, he fell into deep thought.

Whoosh!

His left eye locked onto a group of Xin family members, about two miles away, running towards him.

Zhao Feng stood there, calm and composed, not moving to harvest the massive corpse.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but it was quite a challenge.

The corpse of the Green-Headed Tiger King weighed about two to three thousand pounds, and ordinary martial artists would find it difficult to move. Additionally, the tiger's skin was thick and tough, making it hard to cut with ordinary knives or swords.

A few moments later, the five Xin family members, panting heavily, finally arrived at the scene.

"Kid! Get out of the way! The corpse of the Tiger King belongs to the Xin family!"

The young man in light armor, Xin Gang, who was leading the group, said arrogantly.

Initially, he was somewhat cautious about Zhao Feng's strength, but seeing that he was only a second-level martial artist, he became disdainful.

Although one of their group had died and the strongest, Xin Fei, was exhausted, they still had four martial artists, two at the second level and two at the third level.

Among them, Xin Gang was the strongest, reaching the peak of the third level.

Zhao Feng stood there, a mocking smile on his face, ignoring Xin Gang.

The only one he was wary of among them was Xin Fei.

"Xin Gang! He did save our lives. The disposal of the Tiger King's corpse should be discussed by both parties."

Xin Fei, who had just arrived, spoke slowly.

Zhao Feng glanced at him with a hint of approval and smiled faintly, "That suits me fine. I don't have the tools to cut or move such a large corpse."

Xin Fei's contribution to slaying the Green-Headed Tiger King was significant, and the Xin family had also lost a member in the process.

Therefore, even if he gave up half the profit, Zhao Feng didn't mind.

"Alright, Brother Fei."

Xin Gang was somewhat reluctant but had to agree due to Xin Fei's authority.

Next, Zhao Feng and the Xin family discussed the distribution of the Tiger King's corpse.

"Eighty-twenty split, with the Xin family taking eighty percent."

Xin Gang said firmly.

"Hmph! Even a twenty percent profit is generous for that kid!"

A Xin family member holding a long bow said disdainfully.

"Eighty-twenty split? Hahaha..."

Zhao Feng laughed.

"Kid, what are you laughing at? I'd like to hear how much you think you should take."

Xin Gang said with a look of disdain.

Their numbers and strength far outweighed Zhao Feng's, and they didn't take him seriously.

"Eighty-twenty split, I take eighty... you take twenty!"

Zhao Feng said more assertively.

He had initially thought of a fifty-fifty split, but the others' shameless and ungrateful behavior changed his mind.

"Kid, you're being arrogant! I'd like to see how much strength you have to be so unreasonable!"

Xin Gang, instead of getting angry, laughed, "Clang!" as he drew a silver sword, its cold light piercing toward Zhao Feng.

"Stop!"

Xin Fei shouted angrily, but it was too late.

"Phantom Wind Residual Image!"

Xin Gang's figure moved like the wind, his silver sword leaving a series of sword shadows in the air, sweeping toward Zhao Feng's lower body.

From the way he moved, it seemed he intended to cut off Zhao Feng's legs.

"That's the advanced martial technique 'Residual Wind Sword'!"

"That kid is doomed. Xin Gang has already mastered the first six forms of the 'Residual Wind Sword' to a minor level."

The Xin family members behind him looked pitying.

"Trivial skills!"

Zhao Feng, instead of retreating, advanced, his figure moving like a dragonfly skimming the water. "Whoosh!" He flickered in place, closing in on Xin Gang.

What incredible speed!

The Xin family members, including Xin Fei, only saw a blur.

Not good!

Xin Gang's "Phantom Wind Residual Image" missed, and he saw Zhao Feng closing in at an unprecedented speed.

"Raging Wind Residual Image!"

Xin Gang shouted, his silver sword creating a wave of silver sword shadows in front of him.

"Raging Dragon Sky Breaker!"

Zhao Feng's entire body's blood and qi condensed in an instant, and then burst forth again, doubling his strength.

In that moment, he integrated the "Raging Dragon Fist" and the "Qi Pushing Technique," increasing his strength by more than double.

"What powerful blood and qi!"

Xin Fei, standing behind, felt his heart skip a beat.

Xin Gang felt a mountainous surge of power, feeling suffocated and extremely pressured.

Because he had cultivated the "Qi Pushing Technique" to the third level, Zhao Feng's blood and qi strength was stronger than most third-level martial artists.

At this moment, with the integration of the "Raging Dragon Fist," his blood and qi burst forth, almost surpassing the limits of a third-level martial artist.

Bang!

A shocking collision erupted between Xin Gang and Zhao Feng.

Ah!

Xin Gang spat out a mouthful of blood after taking the first punch.

Second punch.

Clang!

His silver sword flew out of his hand.

Third punch.

Bang!

He was sent flying, crashing into a nearby tree.

What terrifying strength!

What incredible explosive power!

The Xin family members were almost stunned and shocked.

They never expected that Xin Gang, at the peak of the third level, would be defeated in three moves by a second-level Zhao family member.

"Remarkable."

Xin Fei, standing nearby, his eyes flickering with surprise, asked, "May I ask for your name, sir?"

"Zhao Feng."

The young man opposite him took a deep breath and calmly retracted his fist.

"Kid! This time you got lucky!"

Xin Gang, struggling to stand, said resentfully, "I fought the Green-Headed Tiger King and am exhausted and injured, only able to use seventy percent of my strength. You won't have such good luck next time."

"Luck?"

Zhao Feng smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

Indeed, Xin Gang was exhausted and couldn't perform at his best. But Zhao Feng was confident that even at his peak, he could still win.

The only one he was wary of was Xin Fei.

Xin Fei's strength was at the quasi-martial artist level. His full-power "Wind Splitting Slash" could cut through a tree that two people could barely hug, and even injure the Green-Headed Tiger King. Ordinary third-level martial artists couldn't even withstand one of his strikes.

"Xin Gang! You're not his match, and you're just making yourself look foolish!"

Xin Fei slowly stood up, shouting angrily.

Then, a faint aura of battle intent rose from his body as he stared at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng's heart tightened. Could Xin Fei have recovered some of his strength?

Of course, as long as Xin Fei hadn't recovered more than sixty percent of his strength, Zhao Feng had nothing to worry about.

After the intense battle, Xin Fei was severely injured and clearly couldn't recover.

"Your fist technique is almost at its peak, and your light body technique is truly impressive. I admire you, and I look forward to a future match."

Xin Fei looked directly at Zhao Feng, praising him while expressing his own battle intent.

"Sure, let's spar when we have time."

Zhao Feng was not afraid.

Xin Fei's strength was comparable to that of "Zhao Yijian," the third-ranked outer family member of the Zhao clan.

Zhao Feng needed to defeat Zhao Yijian at the clan meeting, and to do so, he had to be on par with Xin Fei.

After the confrontation, both sides began to discuss the distribution of the Green-Headed Tiger King's spoils.

"Sixty-forty split, I take sixty, you take forty. This is my final offer."

Zhao Feng said firmly.

"Alright."

Xin Fei nodded in agreement, and the others did not dare to object, even Xin Gang remained silent.

At this moment, Zhao Feng's strength had intimidated them, and even Xin Fei regarded him as a rival.

Next, the Xin family members took out their tools and began to divide the parts of the Green-Headed Tiger King.

Zhao Feng nodded inwardly.

By giving up forty percent of the spoils, he achieved two goals.

First, he lacked the tools to divide and transport the Green-Headed Tiger King's corpse, so he left this task to the Xin family members.

Second, before he had enough strength, Zhao Feng didn't want to draw attention or make enemies.

Imagine if he had killed the beast alone and taken all the spoils; wouldn't that make others envious and covetous?

Now, by sharing the spoils with the Xin family members, everything seemed natural and reasonable.

An hour later, the Green-Headed Tiger King's corpse was divided.

Zhao Feng took the most valuable parts, such as the tiger's teeth, claws, skin, and bones, which were not bulky.

The least valuable tiger meat, Zhao Feng generously gave to the Xin family members.

After calculating, Zhao Feng confirmed that he had taken about sixty percent of the spoils and then left gracefully.

"The Zhao family has produced such a remarkable person. Even 'Zhao Linlong' at the same age was no better."

Xin Fei watched Zhao Feng's departing back, somewhat wistfully.

"Zhao Linlong!"

Xin Gang was startled, his face showing respect, "He is one of the 'Four Talents' of Yuyang City, having advanced to the fourth level of martial arts and becoming a true martial artist two years ago. How can this kid compare?"

The Four Talents were the rising stars of Yuyang City, shining brightly among countless young people.

Any one of them was a true martial artist, and even stronger than ordinary martial artists.

"Let alone Zhao Linlong, even Brother Fei, with his quasi-martial artist strength, could defeat that kid with one strike in his prime."

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