Chapter 41

PS: Haha, step by step, so cool, it took nearly an hour to open the stewed meat in the background, definitely not intentionally delaying the update!!

Step!

Seeing the black light, Ye Feng twisted his body, keeping his feet still, and spun around.

Hiss….

But the distance between them was too close, and although Ye Feng dodged most of the black light, a few still pierced his left arm.

"Haha, kid, you're done for, hit by my torrent of poisonous needles…."

The martial artist had been watching Ye Feng closely. When he saw that Ye Feng hadn't dodged, he couldn't help but laugh maniacally.

This handful of poisonous needles had cost him 50,000 taels of silver. At first, he had been heartbroken, but he never expected that they would save his life at a critical moment.

"Hmph! Poisonous needles? Even if I die, I'll kill you first!"

Ye Feng wasn't particularly afraid of poison. So, after hearing the martial artist's words, he raised his spear, activated his cultivation technique, and pushed his physical strength to the limit, charging forward fiercely.

At this moment, Ye Feng unleashed all his strength, no longer hiding anything. He felt the poison from the needles still attacking his heart meridian, so he didn't dare to hold back at all. If the Vitality Qi didn't emerge, he would be in serious trouble.

The long spear was like a bolt of lightning, instantly tearing through the void, disappearing from sight, and reappearing at the throat of the martial artist.

"Ah!!"

In an instant, before the smile on the martial artist's face had even faded, a scream of agony erupted from his mouth. Ye Feng's spear had pierced through his throat.

A fourth-rank martial artist, killed with one spear!

"What a fierce poison!"

Looking at the dead fourth-rank martial artist, Ye Feng noticed his arm, which was already black and swollen, and the poison was spreading throughout his body.

Ye Feng didn't dare to delay. He pulled out the fine, hair-like poisonous needles from his arm and quickly sat down cross-legged, focusing his mind to sense the Vitality Qi in his brain.

Soon, the Vitality Qi emerged from the depths of his mind, spreading towards his arm.

"Haha... exciting... so exciting!"

"Yeah, just thinking about such a genius dying at our hands makes me excited!"

"Haha... genius? Only those who live are geniuses! Those who don't live are worse than trash!"

At this moment, a series of arrogant shouts suddenly echoed through the empty forest.

Hearing this, Ye Feng didn't open his eyes. The Vitality Qi was still purging the poison, and he had to be careful, as the poison was extremely potent.

As the voices faded, two figures leaped down from a distant tree.

The two men, speaking as they walked, approached Ye Feng with smiles on their faces.

"Who are you?"

As the two men approached, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, which had been tightly closed, and asked the two middle-aged martial artists in front of him.

In fact, the moment he opened his eyes, he recognized them. These two were among the dozen or so martial artists who had been drinking tea at the Treasure Pavilion. Although Ye Feng had only glanced at them, he remembered their faces.

Just now, the poison in his body had been completely purged by the Vitality Qi. However, he had also discovered a flaw in the Vitality Qi: it reacted slowly. If there were any extremely potent poisons that could instantly kill him, the Vitality Qi wouldn't have time to react.

"If only I could control the Vitality Qi!" Ye Feng sighed inwardly at this thought.

The poison was cleared, but Ye Feng didn't move, just watching the two men quietly.

"Ha ha, who are we? The ones who will take your life!"

The two men laughed carelessly at Ye Feng's question.

After saying this, the older of the two nodded at the other.

Without hesitation, the other man began searching the bodies of the three dead martial artists.

"Just 100,000 taels of silver, what bad luck!" After a while, the man walked back, muttering with a look of bad luck.

"Alright, young man, it's time to send you on your way!" The other man nodded and turned to Ye Feng.

Saying this, he raised his palm and struck towards Ye Feng.

The palm glowed with a pale yellow light, clearly using a martial technique. These two were also fourth-rank martial artists. Without using martial techniques and spiritual energy, their physical strength was only about 300 pounds, which wouldn't be enough to deal with a third-rank martial artist, even one poisoned. Therefore, he used spiritual energy and a martial technique from the start.

Fourth-rank martial artist!

Feeling the aura of the opponent, Ye Feng instantly knew that this man was also a fourth-rank martial artist, and likely a peak fourth-rank. This meant the other man was also a fourth-rank martial artist.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng's heart tightened. He hadn't expected to encounter so many fourth-rank martial artists, who were usually rare.

In the past, when Ye Feng was in the Flying Tiger Team, he had seen a fourth-rank martial artist from a distance. At that time, a fourth-rank martial artist was like a god, capable of killing a first-rank fierce beast in a single strike. Ye Feng had revered high-ranking martial artists as deities. The martial artist had looked at them indifferently, like a god looking down on his subjects.

He hadn't expected that a few months later, he would personally kill two fourth-rank martial artists. Even when facing him, who posed no threat, they used their full strength. This was a form of recognition of Ye Feng's strength.

In fact, this martial artist didn't dare to hold back. Two fourth-rank martial artists and one third-rank martial artist had been almost instantly killed by this young man. A third-rank martial artist at 15 or 16 years old, capable of killing across ranks and almost instantly, left them in awe. If they didn't kill Ye Feng now, they might never have another chance.

Killing a genius excited them. They had broken through to the fourth rank at 40, with very average talent. Thinking of the treatment geniuses received from a young age made them resentful. Killing a prodigious genius would be a glory they would remember for life, a highlight of their martial path.

Ye Feng naturally wouldn't sit and wait to die. As the pale yellow palm struck, he raised his palm to meet it, using the martial technique—Triple Wave, First Level.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided, producing a dull sound, and a gust of wind spread from the point of impact.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Ye Feng was forced to lean back, while the martial artist took two steps back, looking at Ye Feng in surprise. 'No wonder this kid can kill two fourth-rank martial artists. Even poisoned, he still has such combat power, truly formidable!'

This strike gave Ye Feng some confidence. It also hinted that his body might be water-attribute. A peak third-rank martial artist using a martial technique to fight a peak fourth-rank martial artist indicated that the martial technique had a very high multiplier.

However, after taking two steps back, the martial artist saw Ye Feng sitting on the ground, unable to move, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face. Even if he couldn't kill Ye Feng with a single strike, he could accelerate the poison's spread by using his cultivation technique.

"Die! Earth Dragon Break!!" The martial artist shouted again, the pale yellow light on his palm becoming more intense as he struck down at Ye Feng's head.

Triple Wave, Second Level, Ye Feng raised his palm to meet it again.

"Bang!" The two palms collided, and they were evenly matched.

"Haha, Ah Hu, did you not eat today? You can't even deal with a dying man?" Seeing this, the other martial artist standing nearby laughed.

In their eyes, Ye Feng was like fish and meat, to be cut up at will.

Hearing this, the other martial artist's face turned grim. A third-rank martial artist heavily poisoned, and he had failed to take him down in two strikes, which was embarrassing.

"Hmph, let's end this!"

A cold look appeared on the martial artist's face as he struck down again.

Ye Feng had fought the two strikes to gauge his combat power without using cultivation techniques and to find an opportunity for a decisive strike.

Seeing the martial artist's palm about to land, Ye Feng raised his palm again.

Triple Wave, Third Level, 1.5 times the combat power erupted. This time, Ye Feng remained still, while the martial artist was forced back several steps.

"What?"

At this moment, both martial artists were stunned. This was unbelievable to them, especially the one who had struck Ye Feng. He was a peak fourth-rank martial artist, yet he had been pushed back by a third-rank martial artist. Although he had been careless, it still revealed something.

"Great opportunity!" Ye Feng thought to himself, seeing the two men stunned.

"Triple Wave, Third Level, explode!" Ye Feng shouted, leaping up from the ground with a terrifying aura, charging at the stunned martial artist.

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