Chapter 28

Could it be that I saw wrong? What exactly happened? Even Yang Càn, who was on the Tianci Platform, didn't react, still charging straight toward the direction Bu Li had fallen like an arrow released from a bow.

Cai Xiaoxian landed on the Tianci Platform silently, like a flying bear, and then immediately rushed toward Yang Càn's back.

Yang Càn's right hand, equipped with a claw, dug into the solid rock of the Tianci Platform, stabilizing her body. She was somewhat dazed. There was no sign of Bu Li; the mighty young man seemed to have vanished, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The mountain forest leopard's body twitched intermittently, its once vibrant white fur now dull and lifeless, surrounded by a layer of soul energy, on the verge of death.

What on earth happened!

Yang Càn was only stunned for a moment, then she suddenly turned and pounced on the black bear charging at her. The engraved beast had been killed mysteriously, and Yang Càn didn't have time to grieve. Though she was a woman, she was decisive and ruthless, her heart as firm as a rock. To win, Yang Càn was willing to make any sacrifice. Even though the engraved beast was dead, if she recalled the mountain forest leopard now, there was still a chance for recovery, but the battle wasn't over yet! She hadn't lost!

Dahēi's attack was fierce, like a black boulder falling from a mountain peak, stirring up a violent wind, its momentum far more intense than the combined force of Bu Li's consecutive arrows and Yang Càn's pure engraved beast. It was as if a legendary ten-thousand-year-old demon beast had emerged from the void, invincible and unstoppable.

Yang Càn's face was pale, but her eyes were still incredibly resolute. No matter how intimidating Dahēi's attack was, she refused to take a single step back.

The relentless momentum suddenly stopped as Yang Càn turned. Dahēi, who had been unstoppable a moment ago, vanished instantly, landing on the ground like a pile of mud, its fat limbs struggling on the green stone of the Tianci Platform, trying to get away from Yang Càn.

What was going on? This black bear seemed to be performing, like a clown in a mirage, alternating between ferocity and cowardice, reaching the pinnacle of slyness, constantly drawing Yang Càn's attention without engaging her directly, just harassing her and wearing down her focus.

Is this a bear? Who has a bear that can be so cunning and slippery! For a moment, Yang Càn even felt that this should be a sleazy thug transformed into a bear.

Yang Càn still looked serious, her face pale, and she darted forward to chase Dahēi. At that moment, a mighty figure blocked the black bear, a large horned longbow already slung across Bu Li's back. In his right hand, he held a dirty, colorless dagger, his feet firmly planted on the Tianci Platform. He said, "You've lost!"

Cai Xiaoxian had been clenching her fists, cheering for Bu Li, and only now did she relax and smile. Though she was often confused and had lived in the mountains for many years without finding her way, Cai Xiaoxian was not stupid. She had a keen intuition for battle. When Bu Li and Yang Càn were engaged in close combat, Cai Xiaoxian was certain that Bu Li would win. It was just that no one could be sure until the last moment.

When did he appear? Yang Càn was startled, her steps faltering as she stopped and examined her opponent for the first time.

Tall and muscular, the other young men in the tribe seemed like grass compared to this young man, a towering tree. Under the white snow wolf fur, his dark skin was exposed, his muscles bulging with strength. A horned longbow was slung diagonally across his back, a hand crossbow at his waist, his left hand held loosely at his side, and in his right hand, a dirty, colorless dagger.

"Are you Bu Li?" Yang Càn's voice was strange, slightly trembling, but there was no hint of fear, perhaps out of frustration?

Bu Li smiled and said, "I'm sorry for injuring your engraved beast. Admit defeat, and go save your engraved beast. Your cultivation won't be damaged too much if you do."

Clearly not wanting to finish her off, Bu Li's actions were incredibly upright, almost unbelievable. Yang Càn glanced to the side, seeing the clan leader Yang Ye with a livid face, his eyes blazing with anger. She said somewhat dejectedly, "The battle isn't over yet."

Without waiting for Bu Li to say more, Yang Càn lunged forward, her right hand's claw flashing with a cold light, and her left hand, which had somehow acquired another claw, lowered her body, making Bu Li feel as if he were facing a fierce and cunning leopard from the mountain forest. The atmosphere on the field changed dramatically.

Earlier, Yang Càn hadn't used her full strength, not underestimating Bu Li but reserving some techniques for the real battle. Now, Yang Càn was in her most powerful state. Although the mountain forest leopard was dying below the Tianci Platform, Yang Càn ignored it, charging at Bu Li like a leopard.

Bu Li suddenly sidestepped and kicked back. Cai Xiaoxian followed Bu Li's movements, turning and leaping to Yang Càn's side, ready to attack from both sides.

Yang Càn's hands moved in the air, slightly pressing to block Bu Li's side kick.

Bu Li's fierce kick was a feint, changing to a press, his foot stomping on the ground, sending stones flying. Using this force, he shifted his position, dodging Yang Càn's sharp claws and thrusting his dagger at her side.

Close combat like this was rare for engraved beast masters. Usually, it was the engraved beasts that fought, each move potentially fatal. Two engraved beast masters wouldn't risk their precious bodies in such a brutal fight.

However, this situation occurred between a true engraved beast master and a talented hunter. Had the world changed so much? Everyone was in a daze. When did hunters become so skilled at close combat? Even the legendary Night Hunters wouldn't fight like this.

A strange and bizarre battle had turned into an unexpected scene. The fight between engraved beast masters became a close combat, each move making the audience on the platform shudder. The Dishi and Bailin tribes were now viewed with new respect. The victor, seeing such a fierce and dangerous confrontation, was already chilled to the bone. Imagining themselves on the platform, whether facing Yang Càn or Bu Li, they would likely have been stabbed through with several holes by now.

The fight was like a storm, never pausing. The animal skins on both of their bodies were torn to shreds, fluttering around them like butterflies. Dahēi lurked to the side, occasionally harassing Yang Càn, making her extremely annoyed.

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