Chapter 72

After a fierce and dangerous battle, the three of them rested on the spot.

Zhao Yufei and Huang Qi were almost exhausted, with some injuries on their bodies.

Only Zhao Feng was unscathed, looking calm and composed.

This made Zhao Yufei and Huang Qi realize the true gap between them and him, and they became even more respectful.

More shockingly, when Zhao Feng fought the middle-aged bandit leader, he only used his initial Sixth Rank cultivation, not his full strength.

From this, it was evident that Zhao Feng's strength was at least at the level of a Near Martial Artist or higher!

The three of them cleared the battlefield and distributed the battle rewards.

The bandit lieutenant killed by Zhao Feng, though not the true leader, was worth at least five battle points with his Near Martial Artist strength.

In this intense battle, a total of six bandits died directly at Zhao Feng's hands, including two Fourth Rank, two Fifth Rank, and one Sixth Rank bandits, in addition to the bandit lieutenant.

In total, Zhao Feng's battle points increased by fourteen, bringing his total to over twenty, including the points from previous bandit hunts.

According to the rules of this bandit hunt, ten battle points could be exchanged for a top-tier martial technique.

Half an hour later.

"This place is not suitable for staying long; let's leave quickly."

As the leader, Zhao Feng gave the order.

"Yes."

Huang Qi and Zhao Yufei, who trusted him immensely, immediately agreed.

After the battle, they had even more respect and trust in Zhao Feng.

Swish, swish, swish!

The three of them sped up and quickly left the canyon.

About two hours after they left.

In the night, three black figures leaped from afar.

The three black figures stopped in front of a wooden house.

"Report to the leader, Shi Badao and eleven others are all dead, with more than half of the brothers killed by the same archer."

The voice of one of the black figures was cold and emotionless.

"Who dares to harm the people of our 'Desolate Destruction Bandit Gang'?"

A robust figure in the middle slowly raised his hand, and an invisible force filled the area, making his robes flutter.

The two black figures beside him, who were not weaker than the previous middle-aged bandit leader, felt a suffocating pressure.

Boom!

The robust figure waved his hand, and a powerful force shattered the house in front of him, turning it into a pile of debris.

The force of the blow sent dust and debris flying, and the invisible shockwave swept over ten meters.

At that moment, the robust figure's presence was almost comparable to that of a high-level beast.

"Lord Huanyun!"

The two Near Martial Artist-level black figures were terrified.

"Find the real culprit, and I will repay them tenfold!"

The cold, rough voice echoed in the night wind.

...

At the same time.

In the bandit-infested area, a group of mysterious young geniuses were divided into teams, fighting and harvesting lives from the bandits.

Each young genius in the Heavenly Guard Camp had potential far exceeding that of ordinary people, and they progressed rapidly in this environment.

Of course, there were also a few casualties in the battles.

In addition to the young geniuses from the Heavenly Guard Camp, there were seven or eight dark silver figures moving through the night, tallying and recording the battle achievements.

Late at night, Zhao Feng's left eye remained as bright as a flame.

However, considering the intense battle during the day, Zhao Yufei and Huang Qi were quite tired, so he did not take the initiative to attack.

The three of them rested in a hidden area, and if they encountered isolated bandits in small numbers, they would strike.

However, that night, few bandits appeared in the vicinity, and Zhao Feng felt somewhat disappointed.

The next day.

The team of three, led by Zhao Feng, began to move again, entering the bandit-infested area and exploring.

"Hmm, what's going on? There are fewer and fewer bandits today?"

Zhao Feng noticed a situation.

Exploring the area, they killed few bandits but encountered other teams from the Heavenly Guard Camp several times.

Huang Qi pondered and said, "It must be because the Heavenly Guard Camp killed many bandits yesterday, alarming the bandits in this area, making them hide and not dare to move easily."

Zhao Feng found this reasonable and nodded.

If the bandits were hiding in the mountain caves and dense forests, even his left eye would have difficulty finding them.

"Let's explore deeper into the bandit-infested area."

Zhao Feng continued to lead the way.

He occasionally leaped onto the trees, activating his left eye to observe the surroundings.

Suddenly.

A few miles away, a colorful firework rose, very conspicuous.

"It's a distress signal from another team in the Heavenly Guard Camp!"

Zhao Yufei exclaimed.

Rush to the rescue!

Zhao Feng took the lead, heading toward the location.

While leaping through the air, he activated his left eye and got a rough idea of the situation a few miles away, his expression turning grim.

The team in crisis was Lu Xiaoyun's team.

Lu Xiaoyun's team, consisting of seven or eight people, was trapped in a low-lying wetland by a group of about fifteen bandits.

On the bandit side, there were two black-clothed leaders, both at the Near Martial Artist level.

In addition, the bandit team included three Sixth Rank bandits, with the rest being Fourth and Fifth Rank.

At that moment, the two sides were already engaged in battle, with the young geniuses of Lu Xiaoyun's team fighting fiercely but unable to break through the encirclement.

Fortunately, a nearby team of four or five people was quickly approaching, bringing some hope.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

But at that moment, three or four bandit archers appeared from the nearby forest, launching an attack on the young geniuses.

Ah!

One of the young geniuses was already injured by an arrow.

Thunder Fist!

Lu Xiaoyun had reached the peak of the top-tier fist technique, but he only managed to push back a few bandits. One of the Near Martial Artist leaders was tightly holding him.

"Boss! Three more brats are coming."

An archer in the forest reported to the two black-clothed leaders.

The three newcomers were Zhao Feng's team.

Zhao Feng, through his left eye, analyzed the best route and leaped through the forest, gradually approaching.

When he was within a hundred feet, Zhao Feng's speed increased dramatically, and he drew the Golden Thread Bow.

Twang, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Zhao Feng fired several arrows in quick succession, accurately killing the archers hiding in the forest, relieving some of the pressure on Lu Xiaoyun's team and the other team.

Kill!

The young geniuses and the bandits were locked in battle.

With the addition of Zhao Feng's team and the other team, the Heavenly Guard Camp gradually turned the tide, and their morale soared.

The young geniuses, with their exceptional talent and potential, fought bravely, and the scales of victory began to tip.

"A bunch of brats, all of you will stay here!"

A rough, cold voice echoed through the forest.

Whoosh!

A heavy, whistling wind came from the other side of the forest, and the invisible aura made many of the young geniuses tremble.

The owner of the voice was a robust, tall, one-eyed man in a black cloak, with a fierce and terrifying appearance that sent chills down the spine.

"Bad, it's a Martial Master!"

Lu Xiaoyun's face turned pale, and his heart sank.

The one-eyed man was clearly the true leader of the nearby bandit gang.

"Brats! Die—"

The one-eyed man leaped over, and the invisible aura and wind pressure made it hard for everyone to breathe.

Mountain-Breaking Palm!

A thunderous palm strike tore through the air, and a brown aura enveloped Lu Xiaoyun.

"Everyone, block it quickly!"

Lu Xiaoyun shouted, and he and the tattooed youth "Li Zhenwen" beside him activated top-tier martial techniques to counter the attack.

Bang!

A deafening explosion shook the scene, and the shockwave swept over ten meters.

Including Lu Xiaoyun and Li Zhenwen, three or four young geniuses were thrown back seven or eight meters.

Ah!

Lu Xiaoyun and Li Zhenwen, who were at the forefront, spat blood.

These two were members of the "Ten Heavenly Guards," ranked fifth and seventh, with strength fluctuating around the Near Master level.

Even so, the combined efforts of two Near Martial Artists and several young geniuses could not withstand a single move.

"Zhao Feng, Lu Cheng! Come and help quickly!"

Lu Xiaoyun shouted, seeking help from Zhao Feng and the leader of the other team.

This bandit-hunting mission of the Heavenly Guard Camp was divided into several teams, and the leader of each team was one of the "Ten Heavenly Guards."

At this moment, with Zhao Feng and Lu Cheng, the number of Ten Heavenly Guard-level geniuses increased to five.

Twang, swoosh—

Zhao Feng, from a distance, drew the Golden Thread Bow, infusing it with the condensed inner strength of a Sixth Rank martial artist. The arrow's power was enough to threaten the life of a Near Martial Artist.

Phantom Wind Blade!

The other leader, Lu Cheng, activated a high-level complete blade technique and attacked from behind.

Thunder Fist!

Lu Xiaoyun counterattacked, and Li Zhenwen beside him launched a fierce sword strike.

The five geniuses, combining long-range and close-range attacks, fought against the one-eyed man.

"Where did these geniuses come from?"

The one-eyed man was momentarily surprised, then roared, his fists and palms bursting with thunderous martial inner strength.

Pfft!

Zhao Feng's arrow was shattered into several pieces.

Bang, bang, bang—

Lu Xiaoyun's and the others' attacks were deflected, and several young geniuses were thrown back again.

"Seventh Rank Martial Master, what formidable combat power!"

Zhao Feng was inwardly alarmed.

As a Martial Master, the martial inner strength of the opponent could injure from a distance and even form a wide-ranging impact.

If any of them faced him alone, they might die in one or two moves.

At this moment, Lu Xiaoyun and Li Zhenwen had both suffered some internal injuries.

The inner strength of a Seventh Rank Martial Master was extremely condensed, like a thunderbolt, capable of injuring and killing enemies.

If a few ordinary martial artists were hit by a single punch, they would be instantly killed.

Only Zhao Feng, without getting close, occasionally drew the "Golden Thread Bow" from a distance, targeting the one-eyed man's vital points and even minor weaknesses.

Zhao Feng fully activated the Golden Thread Bow, subtly restraining the one-eyed man.

"Brat! It seems the one who destroyed my canyon stronghold is you..."

The one-eyed man suddenly turned, his eyes filled with a cold, murderous intent that made people shudder.

"So what if it's me?"

Zhao Feng sneered.

"Kill!"

The one-eyed man, ignoring Lu Xiaoyun's and the others' attacks, rushed toward Zhao Feng with a cold, murderous expression.

Zhao Feng was startled and quickly activated the "Drifting Wave" technique to its peak, moving faster than all the young geniuses on the field.

"Where are you running, brat!"

The one-eyed man's figure continued to approach. As a Martial Master, his speed was a step above Zhao Feng's.

"Mountain-Breaking Palm—"

A Seventh Rank palm strike that could shatter mountains and pierce clouds burst forth with thunderous martial inner strength, enveloping Zhao Feng from a distance.

For a martial artist of the same rank, this distant martial inner strength alone could be fatal.

But Zhao Feng was not an ordinary Sixth Rank martial artist.

Mystic Wind Palm!

Zhao Feng leaped into the air, and the image of the mysterious young girl's profound palm technique flashed in his mind. He took a deep breath, and a faint green aura swirled in his palm, becoming incredibly sharp as it followed a unique natural trajectory, colliding with the one-eyed man's distant palm strike.