Chapter 56

When Yu Lang and Lian Zhong made their agreement, Yu Lang took out a bamboo whistle from his pocket and placed it in his mouth. Immediately, a faint and sharp sound spread through the mist.

Zhao Kuo, upon hearing this sound, began to struggle frantically. The four Dongyuan Academy students beside him quickly pressed him down firmly.

Unable to move, Zhao Kuo's face turned red, and his eyes brimmed with tears. He glared at Yu Lang with such intensity that it seemed he wanted to tear him apart.

Lian Zhong, who had initially been somewhat skeptical of Yu Lang, felt a bit more relaxed upon seeing Zhao Kuo's reaction. His disdain for Yu Lang grew even more.

This guy really has no backbone at all.

But it's good, as he needs this kind of weakling right now.

"Move, advance slowly."

Lian Zhong gave the order, and Yu Lang took a step forward, moving ahead.

In a certain part of the mist, Li Luo, who had been waiting for the mist to clear, suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes.

He heard the whistle.

Li Luo's brows furrowed slightly, and then he pressed his fingers against the tree trunk beside him, tapping lightly in rhythm with the whistle.

After a moment, he muttered to himself, "Five people? It must be Lian Zhong's group. These two guys are really unlucky."

Earlier, when they were working together, Li Luo had made some preparations with Zhao Kuo and Yu Lang, one of which was to use the whistle to convey simple messages.

According to the agreement, if such a situation occurred, the one who wasn't captured had to try to rescue the others. If the opponent was too strong, they were to seek help from some classmates from Nansheng Academy.

"Lian Zhong."

Li Luo lightly pursed his lips, his hands gripping the handles of the twin knives at his waist, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.

"You got away last time, but do you really think I can't deal with you?"

Li Luo turned and walked resolutely in the direction of the whistle, quickly disappearing into the mist.

In the mist, several figures moved slowly forward.

Lian Zhong, holding Yu Lang, led the way, while the four Dongyuan Academy students behind him sandwiched Zhao Kuo.

The whistle sound continued to spread.

Lian Zhong frowned and said, "Why hasn't there been a response?"

Yu Lang replied helplessly, "The mist is so thick; Li Luo might have run far away."

Lian Zhong, growing impatient, said, "Hurry up, don't waste our time."

Yu Lang quickly agreed and blew the whistle forcefully.

However, no one noticed that in the rear, the mist was subtly rippling, and a faint light was shimmering. Just as everyone was focused on the front, a hand emerged from the mist, grabbing the last person's mouth. A punch whistled through the air, striking the person's head and knocking him unconscious.

The other three Dongyuan Academy students suddenly reacted, shouting, "Someone is attacking!"

Lian Zhong's face changed, and he quickly turned to look behind him. At that moment, several blue light balls shot out from the mist.

Bang!

The light balls exploded, releasing a blinding light.

The few people present, their eyes stinging, involuntarily closed them.

At this moment, Zhao Kuo, who had already closed his eyes, headbutted the three people and fell into the mist.

"Damn, we've been tricked!"

Lian Zhong, realizing he had been deceived, was furious. He immediately swung his cleaver at Yu Lang.

But Yu Lang's foot kicked off the ground, and the power of the Wind Phase burst forth, making his figure dart away, narrowly avoiding the blade.

"Ha, you stupid donkey, trying to catch me?"

Yu Lang laughed sarcastically and also rushed into the mist, quickly disappearing.

Lian Zhong's face turned ashen, and yellow Phase power erupted from his body. He shot forward, his cleaver transforming into a fierce blade of light, which he hurled in the direction Yu Lang had disappeared.

Clang!

In the mist, a pair of knives appeared, blue light flashing, directly colliding with Lian Zhong's blade, and the cleaver was deflected back.

Lian Zhong grabbed the handle, his blade swinging, his eyes darkly focused on the spot.

There, in the faint mist, Li Luo held his twin knives, a smile on his face, staring at Lian Zhong. Behind him were Zhao Kuo and Yu Lang.

"Great, you dare to trick me." Lian Zhong's eyes glared fiercely at Yu Lang and Zhao Kuo. At this moment, he clearly understood what had happened. Yu Lang's whistle had indeed lured Li Luo, but it had also conveyed some information, allowing Li Luo to avoid their trap and instead set up an ambush.

Yu Lang sighed and said, "Brother, I didn't deceive you. He just offered more money!"

As he spoke, he winked at Lian Zhong, clearly hinting, "Do you want to join in for more money?"

Lian Zhong's face turned red with anger, his breathing heavy, his eyes fierce.

"Hey, this guy is as angry as a bull. Let's retreat first? The mist seems to be dispersing." Yu Lang said hurriedly.

But Li Luo didn't move, instead smiling and saying, "Why retreat? We've finally caught such a big fish, I'm not letting it go."

Yu Lang was startled and quickly said, "Are you blind? That guy is an Eighth Seal, and he has three helpers."

"Those three, can you two handle them?" Li Luo asked.

"Are you serious?" Yu Lang's expression became more serious.

Li Luo stared at Lian Zhong and nodded slightly, saying, "My patience has been worn down by him, so I think he should pay a price."

Yu Lang and Zhao Kuo exchanged glances, pondering for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Alright, I also want to deal with these bastards." Zhao Kuo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he grabbed his large axe and swung it twice.

On the opposite side, Lian Zhong, seeing this, suddenly laughed, his originally angry face now showing disbelief.

"You're not running?" He laughed, somewhat incredulously.

Li Luo had gone to great lengths to save Zhao Kuo and Yu Lang. At this moment, the most rational thing to do would be to take advantage of the mist not fully dispersing and escape. But Lian Zhong didn't expect that Li Luo seemed to be planning to cause him trouble.

Is this guy so handsome that he has no brains?

Lian Zhong, holding his cleaver, lightly swung it, the blade cutting through the air with a swishing sound. Then he stared at Li Luo, his smile gradually turning sinister.

"Li Luo, don't think just because you're a young lord, I won't dare to touch you. If I fail here, the only ones who will lose face are you and the Luolan Manor."

Li Luo smiled and said, "Don't jump to conclusions, or you'll end up losing both face and points."

"Oh? You think you're worthy?"

Lian Zhong sneered and then waved his hand, instructing the three Dongyuan Academy students behind him, "Yu Lang and Zhao Kuo are yours. I'll deal with Li Luo first."

The three all agreed. They were all Seventh Seal, and three against two, they were not afraid.

"We're going first. Be careful. If you can't handle it, send a signal, and we'll find a chance to retreat." Yu Lang whispered a reminder and then ran in another direction with Zhao Kuo.

The three immediately followed.

With their departure, only Li Luo and Lian Zhong were left facing each other.

Lian Zhong, holding his cleaver, stared at Li Luo with a fierce and contemptuous look. This time, he didn't waste words, and yellow Phase power burst forth, revealing his full Eighth Seal power.

A sense of oppression spread out.

"Li Luo, it's too late for you to regret now!"

"Watch me smash your face to pieces!"

Laughing, Lian Zhong's figure shot forward, the blade whistling, enveloped in a yellow glow, and he struck heavily at Li Luo.