Chapter 42

At this moment, Ye Feng's physical strength and the spiritual energy within his body had erupted comprehensively, and his speed had reached an unimaginable level. It seemed like he had just started, but his palm was already in front of the martial artist.

"Ao Hu, be careful!" Seeing this, another martial artist reacted and shouted loudly. He was too late to come to the rescue now.

A fourth-rank martial artist, unable to rescue another third-rank martial artist in time, left him at a loss for words to describe the frustration in his heart.

Hearing the other martial artist's warning, this martial artist finally reacted. However, by the time he did, Ye Feng's palm, like a massive wave in the sea, had already rushed to his chest with a whistling sound.

A fourth-rank martial artist, having experienced numerous battles, should not have been stunned, but being suddenly pushed back by a third-rank martial artist who had been poisoned was hard for him to accept.

"You... you haven't been poisoned..."

Seeing Ye Feng's fierce attack and his palm as white as jade, the two martial artists finally reacted and let out a cry of shock.

"Crack..."

The martial artist's chest was shattered, and with a惨叫, he fell silent.

Fourth-rank peak martial artist—dead!

"Ah!!!" The other martial artist, seeing his companion die, roared wildly, his entire body's spiritual energy erupting as he swung a punch at Ye Feng.

The strength of a fourth-rank martial artist was still formidable, especially with the enhancement of martial techniques. Seeing the attack, Ye Feng's heart tightened.

It was too late to dodge now, given the distance between them was not far.

Even if he couldn't dodge, Ye Feng instinctively used the Inch Step, his figure sliding forward instantly.

"Bang!"

The distance was too close, and Ye Feng ultimately couldn't dodge. However, due to his rapid forward movement, the palm that struck his back had much of its power reduced.

"Haha, boy, I'll see you dead!"

Seeing Ye Feng fail to dodge, the martial artist laughed loudly. What did it matter if Ye Feng's combat strength was high? A full-force strike from a fourth-rank martial artist, even with half its power, was not something a third-rank martial artist could withstand. At least, he had never seen a third-rank martial artist survive an unguarded strike from him.

So, in his view, even if Ye Feng didn't die, he would lose his ability to move.

Ye Feng also thought he might be in trouble this time, but he didn't expect his physical strength to exceed his imagination. The strike on his back did indeed hit him with a massive force, but to his surprise, after being reduced by his skin, muscles, and bones, only one-tenth of the force affected his body.

If a fourth-rank martial artist's full-force strike was too much for him to withstand, the one-tenth of half the power was something he, a third-rank peak martial artist, could handle. Moreover, his body was as hard as iron. If modern medicine were to examine him under a microscope, it would be found that his muscle and bone density was dozens of times that of a normal person.

Therefore, this strike only made him feel a bit of internal turmoil.

"Hehe, is that all?"

Ye Feng used the momentum to move forward a few steps, took a deep breath to calm the internal turmoil, and turned to look at the martial artist.

"What? How is that possible?" The martial artist, who was secretly rejoicing, suddenly heard Ye Feng's voice. Seeing that Ye Feng, apart from a slightly pale face, was unharmed, he let out a cry of shock.

A fourth-rank martial artist's full-force strike, even with only half its power, should not be something a third-rank martial artist could withstand!

"Now it's my turn to attack..."

"Triple Wave!"

Ye Feng shouted, swinging his palm towards the martial artist's chest.

At this critical moment, he couldn't afford to be soft. Therefore, this palm not only maximized his physical strength but also mobilized all his spiritual energy.

Seeing Ye Feng not use any movement technique and confront him head-on, the martial artist couldn't help but feel a bit of joy. A fourth-rank martial artist feared Ye Feng's movement technique, not his spiritual energy. If his spiritual energy were abundant, he would have reached the fourth rank long ago.

In his view, Ye Feng's ability to kill across ranks was mainly due to his movement technique and martial skills. His companion had been careless, but he wouldn't be.

"Bang!"

"What?"

However, when the two palms collided, the martial artist's face instantly changed. He felt a massive force that instantly scattered his own, and an overwhelming force sent him flying.

"Second Wave of Triple Wave!"

Seeing the martial artist retreat, Ye Feng didn't stop but swung his palm forward again.

The martial artist, seeing Ye Feng's attack, felt a wave of death approaching. Although his arm was almost immobile, he still swung his palm to meet the attack.

"Spit!"

Instantly, a mouthful of blood spewed from the martial artist's mouth, mixed with dark purple clots or internal organs. His body flew back five to six meters and fell to the ground.

"Damn, is this still a third-rank martial artist? How can he have such powerful strength? This power is more than a fifth-rank martial artist's!"

The martial artist looked at Ye Feng with a grim face, feeling a wave of shock. He had thought Ao Hu was careless, but now it seemed far from it.

"Third Wave of Triple Wave!"

Ye Feng didn't hesitate, determined to eliminate the root cause. His brother and mother were ordinary people, and if the opponent escaped, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

"Bang!" It was like a bomb exploding on the martial artist's body. With a muffled sound, the martial artist's body instantly shattered into pieces.

Ye Feng's palm, combined with the full force of his spiritual energy and the third wave of Triple Wave, had a strength of about 5,000 pounds. His physical strength was also about 5,000 pounds. The combined force of nearly 10,000 pounds hitting a martial artist with no defense left him with a predictable fate.

"Phew!"

At this moment, Ye Feng finally let out a long breath.

A third-rank martial artist killing four fourth-rank martial artists and another third-rank martial artist in one go, if this news spread, it would definitely cause a sensation. Killing across ranks was extremely difficult in this world of martial arts, but Ye Feng had done it, and with an absolute advantage. Most importantly, Ye Feng was not yet sixteen, which could only be described as monstrous.

Ye Feng didn't dare to linger and quickly cleaned up the battlefield. The strong smell of blood might attract some fierce beasts.

"Damn, I'm rich now, 270,000 silver notes! Two Spirit Energy Pills, a bottle of Blood-Stop Pills, and over a dozen Spirit Gathering Pills!"

Seeing the items in his hand, Ye Feng couldn't help but grin.

He had just spent all his money and was thinking of hunting a couple of fierce beasts to earn some more, but he didn't expect these people to bring him so much.

In fact, these martial artists had just returned from hunting fierce beasts and sold the materials to the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, which was why they had so much silver. They didn't expect it to all go to Ye Feng.

Spirit Gathering Pills, which Ye Feng had read about, were a common basic pill for replenishing spiritual energy, one level below Spirit Energy Pills. However, due to their low cost, they were the favorite of martial artists and a must-have for hunting fierce beasts. Even so, they cost several thousand silver notes each, which first and second-rank martial artists might not be able to afford.

Blood-Stop Pills were the most common pills. When Ye Feng was in the Flying Tiger Team, they used crushed herbs to stop bleeding, but martial artists used these pills, which cost several hundred silver notes each, making them the most common pills.

Even so, they were a sky-high price for the old Ye Feng.

After tidying everything up, Ye Feng picked up his spear, slung his longbow on his back, and left.

As for the weapons these people used, Ye Feng didn't pick them up. Although they were worth a lot, carrying so many items was troublesome.

These items would eventually be picked up by passing low-rank martial artists or the Flying Tiger Team. Whoever picked them up would make a small fortune, especially the Flying Tiger Team, who could each get several hundred silver notes.

Ye Feng didn't expect that there would be a time when he would leave items worth tens of thousands of silver notes on the ground. In the past, he had said that those martial artists were fools for leaving such good things behind, which the Flying Tiger Team would pick up. Now, thinking about it, "Hehe!" he could only laugh... his mood instantly improved.

After he left, a man in his thirties, who had been hiding in a tree, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Only after Ye Feng had been gone for a while did he turn and leave.

He had also come to rob Ye Feng but found two groups of people following him, so he hid, waiting for an opportunity. However, he didn't expect to witness such an intense scene.

At this moment, he secretly rejoiced that he hadn't acted, or he would be the one dead now.