Chapter 32

As Zhao Feng drew his bow and released the arrows, a sneer appeared at the corner of the gray-robed man's mouth.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

However, when the three arrows shot towards him, his expression suddenly changed.

The three poisonous arrows, though slightly staggered in sequence, locked down his route of attack in a miraculous way.

Plop!

The gray-robed man waved his sleeve, and with a gust of wind, he deflected the first arrow.

But immediately, the second arrow whistled towards him.

If he wanted to dodge the second arrow and attack Zhao Feng with the best route, he would have to face the third arrow.

The gliding trajectories of the three arrows seemed to have calculated his movements.

"How did he do it..."

The gray-robed man's pupils contracted, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

If all this was Zhao Feng's calculation, it was too terrifying.

After all, the other party was just a boy under fourteen years old.

He didn't know that Zhao Feng's left eye had already locked onto him, including his breathing, heartbeat, and changes in qi and blood.

Zhao Feng judged the position of the other party based on the details of his body and the changes in his qi and blood.

As he had predicted, the three arrows successfully delayed the gray-robed man for a few breaths.

"There's no use; today you cannot escape death."

The gray-robed man's voice was cold and devoid of emotion.

However, Zhao Feng's next actions surprised him again.

After shooting the three arrows, Zhao Feng did not run away but turned to attack the two black-robed warriors behind him.

Kill!

The two black-robed warriors also charged towards Zhao Feng.

Due to their opposite directions, the distance between Zhao Feng and the two black-robed warriors rapidly closed.

"This boy has a good strategy."

The gray-robed man felt a slight unease.

Zhao Feng's actions were the most reasonable means of escape.

First, he did not run away.

In a situation where he was surrounded on both sides, his chances of escape were low.

At the very least, Zhao Feng was certain that the gray-robed man's speed would not be inferior to his own, otherwise, he would not have been able to intercept him so stealthily.

Second, Zhao Feng found the only breakthrough.

Compared to the others, Zhao Feng believed that the two black-robed warriors behind him were relatively weaker.

If he could quickly deal with these two, his chances of winning against the gray-robed man would increase.

As Zhao Feng and the two black-robed warriors rapidly approached each other,

"Being just a half-step warrior, how can you deal with two peak fourth-level warriors?"

The gray-robed man was not anxious.

He did not need the two black-robed warriors to kill Zhao Feng; he only needed them to delay him for a moment until he could join the fight, ensuring Zhao Feng's death.

Kill!

Raging Dragon Fist!

As Zhao Feng and the two black-robed warriors crossed paths, his figure slipped through the gap in their attacks.

Suddenly, his speed increased dramatically, and his entire aura changed.

"Wrong! This guy is a true warrior."

The gray-robed man, who was pursuing from behind, finally changed his expression.

Zhao Feng's suddenly revealed aura reached the fourth level of martial arts.

Bang!

Zhao Feng's punch, like a raging dragon, accompanied by a powerful pale green aura, struck the chest of one of the black-robed warriors.

Crack!

The black-robed warrior's chest was shattered, and he died with a scream.

Zhao Feng's burst of martial arts internal energy even reached the peak of the fourth level, and the "Raging Dragon Fist" displayed the full power of its perfected form.

With one punch, he killed a black-robed warrior.

This was not only due to the black-robed warrior's underestimation but also to Zhao Feng's inherent strength and the calculations of his left eye.

"Brother!"

The other black-robed warrior's eyes turned red, and he roared in anger.

Raging Dragon Fist!

Zhao Feng did not dare to be complacent and attacked the other black-robed warrior. Being merciful to the enemy was being cruel to oneself.

"I will slice you into a thousand pieces for killing my brother."

The black-robed warrior's long sword unleashed a shocking martial arts internal energy, and he charged at Zhao Feng with a reckless frenzy.

Due to Zhao Feng's exposed cultivation and strength, and the other party's desperate attack, the difficulty of instantly killing him increased.

"Hold him down!"

The gray-robed man behind called out in shock and anger.

He did not need the black-robed warrior to kill Zhao Feng; he only needed him to hold Zhao Feng down.

Unfortunately, the black-robed warrior had lost all reason and attacked recklessly.

Zhao Feng fully activated his left eye, capturing the fatal flaws in the other party's movements.

But time was limited, and the more powerful gray-robed man was about to catch up.

Go for it!

Zhao Feng, moving as agile as a cat, slipped into the black-robed warrior's sword net.

Peng!

Zhao Feng narrowly won, striking the other party's left shoulder.

"Ah!"

The black-robed warrior's arm broke, but he ignored his injuries and lunged at Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng had no choice but to throw another punch, shattering his throat.

Thud!

The last black-robed warrior fell to the ground, dead.

Zhao Feng also paid a price, receiving a blow to his chest from the other party's dying attack, which caused some internal injuries.

His "Iron Wall Technique" had not reached the third level, so he could not withstand the full-force attack of a peer.

"Young man... you have hidden your strength deeply. Your true strength is nearly at the fifth level of martial arts. However, you cannot escape today."

At this moment, the gray-robed man floated close.

In the silent primeval forest,

The two stood facing each other, the atmosphere strangely tense.

"Who sent you to kill me? Is it Zhao Tianjian?"

Zhao Feng stared intently at the gray-robed man, breathing heavily.

At this moment, he was eighty percent sure that the person who hired the assassins was Zhao Tianjian.

In the entire Yuyang City, the only ones with significant enmity towards him were the Zhao Tianjian father and son.

"Ha ha ha... Regardless, you must die."

The gray-robed man sneered, his figure moving like a ghost, and the thin, curved blade in his hand sliced through the air, leaving a transparent, mercury-like trail.

Pfft!

Zhao Feng felt that the other party's footwork was incredibly mysterious, and the attack speed was faster than the reaction limit of ordinary warriors.

This was still under the condition that his left eye had greatly enhanced his neural response. If it were a general fourth or fifth-level warrior, they would have been killed long ago.

The thin, curved blade in the gray-robed man's hand was terrifyingly sharp, not a regular sword. Even Xin Tong's "Copper Skin Iron Body" could not withstand a single strike.

If Zhao Feng were hit, he would be dead.

He was also trying to find the other party's flaws.

However, the gray-robed man was extremely experienced in combat, having survived many life-and-death battles, and had almost no fatal flaws, not even major ones.

"Advanced blade technique, advanced footwork, advanced internal skill... all at the great accomplishment level, especially the blade technique, nearly at the peak level."

Zhao Feng, while dodging perilously, also assessed the other party's strength.

The final result naturally made his heart chill.

The gray-robed man's cultivation had reached the peak of the fifth level of martial arts, even approaching the sixth level. Combined with a set of advanced great accomplishment martial arts, he was undoubtedly an elite king among fifth-level warriors!

Moreover, during the continuous battle, Zhao Feng felt his internal injuries subtly flaring up.

"Rather than engaging in such a close combat, which is a dead end, I might as well..."

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Feng's eyes as he came up with a plan.

Whoosh!

He suddenly withdrew from the battle, pushing "Drifting Lingdu" and "Lingdu Qi Technique" to their limits.

In an instant, he leaped through the forest, fleeing deeper into the Hengyun Tianlin.

This time, due to exposing all his cultivation and strength, the speed of "Drifting Lingdu" increased by half.

"Where are you running!"

The gray-robed man, surprised, did not fall behind, floating in pursuit like a ghost.

After running for several miles, Zhao Feng felt slightly relieved.

The other party, relying on his cultivation advantage, practiced an advanced footwork technique, reaching the great accomplishment level, and his speed was roughly on par with Zhao Feng's.

While fleeing, Zhao Feng activated his left eye, analyzing the route and how to create more obstacles for the other party.

Due to his left eye's ability to see farther, Zhao Feng moved through the Hengyun Tianlin like a fish in water, unimpeded.

In contrast, the gray-robed man was occasionally affected by obstacles, bursting with internal energy to shatter branches and grass.

"Hmph, although I can't shake you off, I can lead you deeper into the Hengyun Tianlin. If necessary, we can both die."

Zhao Feng's face was resolute.

As he leaped, he felt his qi and blood flowing more smoothly, and "Drifting Lingdu" subtly improved.

At this moment, according to Zhao Feng's plan, fierce beasts occasionally appeared nearby.

Roar~

The roar and powerful aura of the fierce beasts made the gray-robed man's heart tremble.

"This little brat... how hateful!"

The gray-robed man gritted his teeth.

If it were ordinary low-level fierce beasts, equivalent to fourth or fifth-level martial artists, or even some reaching the sixth level,

Facing these low-level fierce beasts, the gray-robed man believed he could protect himself.

But if he encountered high-level fierce beasts, it would be dangerous, and ordinary martial artists would have no chance of escape.

High-level fierce beasts had the strength to rival martial arts masters, at least at the level of the Zhao clan elders...

Zhao Feng's goal was simple: to deliberately lead the gray-robed man to areas with more fierce beasts.

With his left eye, Zhao Feng could predict from a distance of several miles.

Often, when the two reached a location, Zhao Feng would instantly hide in a blind spot, and the fierce beasts would first notice the gray-robed man.

Roar! Roar!

Zhao Feng led the gray-robed man to the vicinity of two "Silver-striped Blood Leopards."

These two Silver-striped Blood Leopards had a terrifying aura and a cruel appearance, larger than the Green-headed Tiger King he had encountered before.

Zhao Feng estimated that the Silver-striped Blood Leopards were comparable to fifth-level martial artists.

Upon reaching their territory, Zhao Feng quickly hid in the branches of a large tree and swiftly used the "Hidden Qi Technique" to conceal his aura.

The "Hidden Qi Technique," when practiced to the great accomplishment level, could completely conceal one's aura, including body odor, and even lower body temperature.

Zhao Feng used this to avoid the scent of the two Silver-striped Blood Leopards.

However, the gray-robed man, who was pursuing from behind, was in trouble. He did not have Zhao Feng's powerful left eye vision to predict from a distance of fifteen to sixteen miles.

Roar! Roar! Whoosh—

The two Silver-striped Blood Leopards roared and pounced on the gray-robed man.

"Shameless brat!"

The gray-robed man shouted in shock and anger. He knew Zhao Feng's approximate hiding spot but was entangled by the two Silver-striped Blood Leopards.

Silver-striped Blood Leopards could leap into trees, with astonishing speed, and their strength was comparable to peak fifth-level martial artists.

If it were one, the gray-robed man could handle it relatively easily, but with two, it was troublesome.

Seeing the gray-robed man being brutally attacked by the Silver-striped Blood Leopards,

"Ha ha ha..."

Zhao Feng, hiding in the crevice of a large tree, laughed with glee.

With his mysterious left eye, his survival ability in the Hengyun Tianlin far exceeded that of ordinary martial artists.

"Heh heh, don't blame me for adding to your troubles."

Zhao Feng had a sinister smile, took down the silver-stringed bow from his back, and loaded three poisonous arrows, aiming at the gray-robed man.