Chapter 87

The rugged and narrow mountain path had returned to its original tranquility.

Only the cold wind howled, bringing the scent of the distant and the indelible smell of blood.

After a moment, a figure leaped up from the lower part of the mountain path.

His gaze looked ahead, filled with surprise and doubt, and it was none other than Fang Chi, who had fallen after being hit by an arrow earlier!

His condition looked good, not at all like someone with serious injuries. Apart from a few minor scratches, there was only a bit of blood on his shoulder, but his posture of holding a long sword indicated that he was not affected.

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Chi still took quick steps forward.

Soon, he passed the bend ahead.

The scene that appeared before him stunned the martial artist from the martial academy!

Just a few dozen steps ahead, several bodies lay on the ground, and the massive body of the barbarian warrior was particularly noticeable. He could even see the tragic look on the other's face at the moment of death.

How could this be!

Fang Chi's mind went blank, completely unable to believe what he saw.

A barbarian squad leader, with peak body tempering strength, could not even match a martial artist at the sixth level of body tempering.

Moreover, this squad leader led twelve fully armed warriors, capable of surrounding and killing a beginner-level Qi Condensation expert. How could they end up in such a state?

Fang Chi could not think, nor did he dare to think!

His gaze involuntarily turned to the mountain forest on the right, immediately seeing many scattered bodies.

It was a total annihilation!

The martial artist from the martial academy felt his hands and feet turn cold. A sudden, inexplicable fear surged in his heart.

He had heard the explosion earlier and felt something was wrong. Out of caution, he came to check, never expecting that this elite barbarian squad would be wiped out.

Where did Wei Changfeng go?

Fang Chi was startled, but he quickly thought of a possibility.

Even if Wei Changfeng suddenly burst with power and miraculously killed the barbarian squad, he would probably not escape either, likely dying with his opponent!

Thinking of this possibility, Fang Chi's spirits were immediately lifted. He continued to walk forward, his eyes searching everywhere.

"Fang Senior Brother, are you looking for me?"

At that moment, a familiar voice sounded in his ear.

Fang Chi was greatly startled and quickly turned to look in the direction of the voice.

He saw Wei Changfeng standing just ten steps away on the mountain path, looking at him calmly.

Compared to Fang Chi, Wei Changfeng was undoubtedly in a much worse state. His face had two cuts, looking quite terrifying, his clothes were torn and covered in blood, and his left shoulder was wrapped with a bandage, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle.

"You're not dead?"

Fang Chi blurted out, but immediately realized his words were inappropriate and quickly corrected himself: "Senior Brother Wei, it's great that you're still alive!"

The martial artist from the martial academy tried to force a joyful smile, but he lacked the talent for it. His smile was more like a grimace, his voice trembling, revealing a deep sense of guilt.

Wei Changfeng said meaningfully, "Is it really that good? I'm afraid it disappoints you, Senior Brother Fang."

Fang Chi couldn't help but swallow hard and forced a smile: "How could I be disappointed? Senior Brother Wei, I was hit by an arrow and fell off the rock, and it took me a lot of effort to climb back up..."

"No need to explain anymore..."

Wei Changfeng interrupted him and said bluntly, "Colluding with the barbarians is a serious crime. I doubt you have the ability to do so. Was it arranged by the Wang family?"

Fang Chi's smile froze on his face. He gritted his teeth and said, "Senior Brother Wei, I don't know what you're talking about!"

It seemed he had made a decision. His eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness as he stepped closer to Wei Changfeng, raising his weapon and saying, "Let me see your injuries!"

The true face was finally revealed!

Wei Changfeng sighed in disappointment. He had once thought Fang Chi was a friend worth befriending, but it turned out that the latter had approached him with ulterior motives.

He took a deep breath and gripped the Mingguang Sword tightly.

After the fierce battle, Wei Changfeng had killed thirteen barbarian warriors, completely wiping out a squad led by a barbarian squad leader. The results were glorious.

But he had also paid a significant price. The true qi in his dantian was almost depleted, and he had several wounds, most of which were caused by the last few barbarian warriors' desperate counterattacks.

In such a situation, facing a martial academy warrior of the same level did not seem wise.

But Wei Changfeng had no choice. He deduced that Fang Chi was the co-conspirator in the barbarian ambush. An experienced martial academy warrior would not be so easily killed.

If this deduction was correct, there would be countless unforeseen troubles.

First, the mission to trade herbs with the Miao village could not be completed, as the items were on Fang Chi. Even if he found his team again, he would likely be framed!

So Wei Changfeng chose to wait here.

Fang Chi indeed appeared, just as he had expected.

Now that the pretense was completely torn away, only one of them could survive!

Fang Chi understood this, and Wei Changfeng was even more clear!

The intent to kill and the will to fight suddenly intensified, and all fatigue and pain seemed to vanish instantly. Wei Changfeng, like the Mingguang Sword in his hand, exuded a sharp and intimidating aura!

To Fang Chi, Wei Changfeng had suddenly changed. He was no longer the weak and injured warrior who seemed unable to fight back, but more like a wounded beast, baring its sharp fangs in the face of a threat!

Fang Chi, harboring ulterior motives, involuntarily held his breath, and his steps forward became hesitant.

A cold sneer appeared on Wei Changfeng's lips, and he mocked, "Scared? Are you just pretending to be dead?"

Fang Chi's face turned bright red. Wei Changfeng's humiliation felt like a heavy slap, igniting his inner rage and resentment.

"Die!"

He let out a low roar, suddenly accelerating toward Wei Changfeng. His long sword swung in a fierce arc, slashing viciously at Wei Changfeng's neck!

As a senior warrior in Jingyun Martial Academy, Fang Chi's talent and cultivation were not high, but his combat experience was rich and ruthless. Once he made up his mind, he went all out.

This sword strike was powerful, both in speed and force. Fang Chi clearly wanted a quick victory, giving Wei Changfeng no chance to catch his breath or escape!

He never expected that this would play right into Wei Changfeng's hands!

Facing Fang Chi's sword strike, Wei Changfeng stood still, and the Mingguang Sword suddenly rose, colliding with the other's sword in the air.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Fang Chi's long sword was cut in two by the Mingguang Sword, and the force within the sword body sent him reeling back!

"You..."

Fang Chi held the broken half of his sword, looking like he had seen a ghost: "How can you still...?"

Wei Changfeng's cultivation in Jingyun Martial Academy was no secret. His strength at the sixth level of body tempering was undoubtedly one of the worst among the nearly a hundred disciples in the upper academy.

Although he had killed the seventh-level body tempering Hao Xiong with his fists in the life-and-death arena, it was generally believed that he had used special means, such as taking a pill to enhance his potential.

The best evidence was when the headmaster, Dongfang Zheng, treated him—forcing his cultivation to rise, causing his true qi to lose control!

Because of this precedent, Fang Chi believed that Wei Changfeng had used the same method to eliminate the barbarian squad and was now in a state of extreme weakness.

He wanted to take advantage of the situation, but never expected that Wei Changfeng's weakness was just a pretense!

Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Changfeng suddenly took a large step forward, and the second sword strike followed!

Cutting the Golden Beam!

The Mingguang Sword slashed down from above toward Fang Chi's head. The move was extremely simple, but the force behind it was so powerful that it whistled through the air, and the tip of the sword even emitted a half-inch-long red sword aura!

Only experts at the Qi Condensation level could produce such an invincible sword aura when they struck!

Fang Chi was instantly terrified and, in panic, quickly retreated.

However, in his disarray, his movements inevitably slowed. With his weapon broken, he had no way to defend. Although he avoided being split in two, a long, deep cut still appeared from his chest to his lower abdomen!

Bright red blood gushed out, quickly staining his clothes.

"Ugh..."

A weak moan escaped Fang Chi's throat, and his knees buckled, causing him to fall to the ground.

He clutched the wound on his chest and abdomen with both hands, but could not stop the flow of blood and internal organs, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

The martial academy warrior looked at Wei Changfeng in a daze, his eyes filled with a plea for mercy: "Save... save me..."

But Wei Changfeng had no sympathy or pity, let alone the intention to help.

Having lived two lives, his heart was as hard as iron. Kindness and benevolence were reserved for true friends and family, never for enemies who wanted his life.

If not for the power of the pseudo-dan, the one lying on the ground might have been Wei Changfeng!

Would Fang Chi have spared him?

Absolutely not!

So he just silently watched as the other bled to death.

Fang Chi was utterly despairing. The pleading in his eyes turned to venom, and he used his last bit of strength to scream, "Don't... be so smug, I'll be waiting for you on the Yellow Spring Road!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell to the ground, silent.

Self-inflicted, one cannot live!

Wei Changfeng shook his head, walked over, and took the bag Fang Chi had been carrying, which contained the items for trading with the Miao village.

But as soon as he picked up the bag, he felt something was wrong and quickly opened it.

Wei Changfeng's face turned ashen!

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