Chapter 39

Jiaopeng, though not very tall, had a cold and decisive gaze. He forcefully drew the precious bow, which looked like a full moon, and an arrow with a cold, sharp tip was placed on the string, aimed at the three fledglings.

“Whoosh”

A cold light flew out, emitting a whistling sound, and a powerful wind rushed towards Ziyun. He had targeted this fledgling because it looked the most extraordinary, with a body that was entirely purple and golden, shining brightly, and he intended to wound it and capture it.

“Clang” The little one leaped and struck the iron arrow with his small, white hand, sending it flying. Everyone was surprised by the speed of this little guy, who had leaped into the air and intercepted such a powerful and heavy arrow.

"Why are you so mean? Why do you want to hurt Ziyun and the others?" Xiaoshihao was angry, his eyes wide open.

"Get out of the way!" Jiaopeng shouted loudly, his eyebrows raised and his gaze fierce, aiming the iron arrow at the little one with a cold smile on his face.

His domineering and aggressive demeanor made Er Meng, Pi Hou, Bitiwa, and others furious. They had never seen such an unreasonable person. The three fledglings were raised by the villagers, yet he wanted to wound and capture them!

"Do you still talk about reason?" Dashuang said angrily, lifting a thousand-pound bronze tripod and preparing to charge forward.

"Brother Dashuang, step back!" the little one said, knowing that no one else could match Jiaopeng.

"If you don't step back, don't blame me for the merciless iron arrow!" Jiaopeng said coldly, his expression not fitting his age.

"Dapeng, Ziyun, go back." Xiaoshihao said, letting the three fledglings retreat first, fearing they would be harmed. He stood in front of them.

"None of you can leave; these three fierce birds are my prey!" Jiaopeng said coldly, drawing the bow again and aiming at the front, the arrowhead emitting a cold light, and the air filled with a killing aura.

"Whoosh..." The wind howled, and on the other side, Zishan Kun and Leimingyuan also took action, afraid of falling behind Jiaopeng, rushing towards the three fledglings with their precious bows and iron arrows, ready to hunt.

Dapeng, Xiaoqing, and Ziyun were extremely intelligent, almost as wise as humans, and they understood what was about to happen, feeling very angry.

The little one leaped and blocked the two men, his voice still young, saying, "These are my friends; you can't hurt them!"

At this moment, Shilinhu and others were alarmed, rushing over, all of them furious. They had treated these people as guests, but they were so domineering and bullying.

"Isn't this a bit too much?" the elder from Yuntian Palace said again, trying to mediate.

"It's just a temper tantrum among children. Let them compete and see who is the best. It's not a big deal," someone said, trying to stir up trouble to seize the precious bone of the village, but lacking a good excuse, hoping the situation would escalate.

As for Jiaocang from Luofu Marsh, he remained cold and indifferent, not stopping Jiaopeng. The Zishan and Lei clans also remained silent, watching the situation, allowing their children to act, waiting for the results.

"Alright, since it's a matter among children, we'll just watch and not interfere," the elder from Yuntian Palace nodded, saying no more.

Although Shilinhu and others were angry, they suppressed their anger when they saw the little one wave his hand, understanding the urgency of the situation and the terrifying power of these people.

"Whoosh," "Whoosh"...

Jiaopeng suddenly drew the bow, shooting a series of arrows, one after another, the cold light blinding, the wind howling, the iron arrows flying towards the three fledglings, each one vicious.

The little one quickly intercepted, but not only Jiaopeng, but also Zishan Kun and Leimingyuan, needed to be guarded against, and the number of arrows Jiaopeng shot was too many to block them all.

"Clang"

For a moment, sparks flew as the iron arrows hit the three fledglings, making a metallic sound, the force immense!

Dapeng cried out, flapping his wings, and struck the iron arrows with great force. Although protected by hard scales, he was still injured, blood flowing, and several green scales falling off.

"Clang," "Clang"...

The other two fledglings were also hit, Xiaoqing letting out a mournful cry, blood splattering.

Jiaopeng's strength was immense, though only a little over five years old, his arms could exert thousands of pounds of force, the iron arrows having astonishing penetration!

The three fledglings, though extraordinary and learning bone script from Shihao, were only about three months old, too young to use powerful techniques. Their scales' defense was far inferior to that of an adult green-scaled eagle. Dapeng and Xiaoqing were injured, scales falling off, blood splattering.

The little one was very angry, leaping over to protect the three fledglings, glaring at Jiaopeng.

"Get out of the way!" Jiaopeng was arrogant, his gaze cold, aiming the iron arrow at Shihao, drawing the bow to its full extent, pointing at his throat.

The villagers were furious. The three fledglings had grown up in the village and were already part of the community. For someone to come and hunt them, openly seizing them, was an outrageous act of bullying.

"Don't force me!" The little one's words showed the intensity of his anger.

"So what if I force you?" Jiaopeng taunted, still feeling uncomfortable after being defeated in the physical contest, and had already decided to use bone techniques.

"Whoosh!"

A cold light flew, Jiaopeng released the bowstring, the iron arrow rushing towards the little one's throat, swift and terrifying, the whistling sound piercing the sky.

"Bang"

The little one's action was simple, fast, and accurate, grabbing the cold, sharp iron arrow with a "bang" and then throwing it back at Jiaopeng with great force. At the same time, he leaped over twenty meters, like a dragon diving, small in size but with an astonishing aura.

The little one took the initiative, attacking Jiaopeng!

"I've been waiting for you!" Jiaopeng's fighting spirit was high, determined to win back his defeat.

He discarded the precious bow and iron arrow, moving his body like a demonic ape, powerful and agile. His feet moved, shifting him over ten meters, and then the runes on his arms glowed, making him appear hazy, enveloped in a layer of precious light.

"Wild child, you live in the mountains and don't know how vast the outside world is. Now, I'll show you the power of bone script!" Jiaopeng said coldly.

When his arms were fully lit, he was fearless, charging at the little one, determined to overwhelm him with absolute strength. The runes glowed, giving him astonishing speed and divine power.

The little one said nothing, leaping through the air, and just as he was about to touch the other, a radiant light bloomed within him, the divine light surging, refining the essence of heaven and earth, making his palm and fingers instantly glow white.

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, making a loud sound, as if a mountain had collapsed! Jiaopeng grunted in pain, flying sideways, his tiger's mouth splitting open, blood streaming, his arm convulsing.

If not for the timely glow of a series of mysterious runes on his arms, forming two fierce dragons around his hands, his finger bones would have been shattered.

"Thud"

Jiaopeng flew over ten meters, landing and rolling several more meters before stopping and stabilizing himself.

For a moment, the scene was completely silent, a pin could be heard. Everyone was stunned, never expecting such a result. The first clash, and Jiaopeng was sent flying!

"Amazing power!" the elder from Yuntian Palace exclaimed.

At the very least, at this age, the little one's physical strength had already far surpassed that of a genius like Jiaopeng, truly a prodigy!

Jiaopeng stood up with a fish leap, his face almost dripping with blood. This loss made him feel as if he had been slapped, his anger surging.

"Bang!"

A dull sound came, and the little one kicked the thousand-pound bronze tripod, sending it flying towards Zishan Kun and Leimingyuan, who had already drawn their bows and arrows and were rushing towards the three fledglings during the fight.

The tripod flew through the air!

Everyone was stunned. Was this really just a village child under four years old, able to kick a thousand-pound bronze tripod into the air with such dominance, so different from his usual porcelain doll-like appearance?

With a loud boom, the tripod flew, its force immense, the impact astonishing.

At this age, a genius could easily lift a tripod, but using it as a weapon, slashing and smashing, was quite terrifying, and no one dared to block it.

The two geniuses quickly dodged, fearing being hit. Even a slight touch would result in broken bones and torn tendons!

"Crack"

In the end, Zishan Kun's precious bow was broken. The tripod came too swiftly and powerfully, and he was worried about dodging, so he moved his body sideways and blocked with his bow. He was unharmed, but the bow broke on the spot.

"Come here, both of you." The little one stared at the two, shouting loudly, then looked at Jiaopeng, pointing at the three, saying, "All three of you, come at me together!"

Everyone was stunned, and the strong from the Zishan, Lei, and Luofu Marsh clans were a bit dumbfounded. These were their clan's geniuses, coming to a remote mountain village, and now they needed to team up against a child still in diapers?

If Jiaopeng, Zishan Kun, and Leimingyuan were geniuses, then what was this child under four years old?!