Chapter 149: So What if I Sneak Attacked You?

Chapter 149: Chapter 149: So What if I Sneak Attacked You?

On a path up White Cloud Mountain,

Fu Yifan, "Cross Breaking Sword," was ecstatic as he used his Lightweight Skill to race down the mountain.

Suddenly—

"SWOOSH!"

A piercing sound cut through the air as a man in green robes flew out from the forest beside the path, blocking the way.

His green robes were tattered and scorched black in many places, and even his hair was burnt. His body was covered in gaping wounds, dripping with blood. He was clearly severely injured and in a wretched state.

This green-robed man was none other than the top expert from the Wind and Cloud List, Gao Zhisong, also known as "Seven-Snake Centipede Whip." The bomb’s explosion had obviously been powerful. Though it hadn’t killed Gao Zhisong, it had left him gravely wounded. Not just him; Fu Yifan and the other Ninth Realm Martial Artists had also suffered significant injuries. Those closer to the blast were naturally more heavily wounded, while those farther away had gotten off lighter.

"Gao Zhisong, you again!" Fu Yifan, "Cross Breaking Sword," narrowed his eyes, a murderous glint flashing within them as he snarled, "Get out of my way!"

"Hand over the Thunder Heart Spring Wood, and I’ll let you leave!" the green-robed Gao Zhisong said in a low voice.

"Heh, your injuries are worse than mine, aren’t they? You’re asking to die!" A murderous aura surged from Fu Yifan as he suddenly unsheathed his Cross Breaking Sword.

"CLANG!" With a metallic ring, a flurry of sword images appeared, reflecting cold glints of light under the sun as they slashed toward Gao Zhisong.

Gao Zhisong’s expression changed slightly. He quickly swallowed a Healing Pill as his Seven-Snake Centipede Whip swept out. His injuries were indeed worse than Fu Yifan’s, but for the sake of the Thunder Heart Spring Wood, he had to risk it. ’If I can just hold Fu Yifan off for a moment until the other Martial Artists arrive, I’ll have a chance.’

"CLANG!" "PING! PANG! PING!"

The two men clashed in an instant, their battle incredibly fierce. It was clear both were giving their all to claim the Thunder Heart Spring Wood.

However, Gao Zhisong’s injuries were more severe. He coughed up blood repeatedly during the fight, and his Whip Skill gradually grew chaotic.

’Damn it, my injuries are getting worse. I was hoping to stall for time and let the others tie him up when they arrived. That’s not an option anymore. Retreat is the best plan.’ Gao Zhisong’s face was pale. He quickly used his Lightweight Skill and fled into the nearby woods.

"Trying to escape? Gao Zhisong, you’ve ruined my plans time and again. Today is a god-given opportunity, and I’ll make sure you die by my sword!" Fu Yifan’s gaze was ice-cold, his eyes filled with chilling intent as he gave chase.

"BANG!" "PING! PANG! PING!"

The two clashed once more.

"Fu Yifan, are you insane? I’m not stopping you anymore! You have the Thunder Heart Spring Wood, yet you’re not running. Are you waiting for the others to come and ambush you?" Gao Zhisong roared in anger. He clearly hadn’t expected Fu Yifan to go mad and try to kill him instead of escaping immediately.

"Shao Shantai and Shen Sanniang are busy fighting over the other piece of Thunder Heart Spring Wood. We’re in the middle of nowhere; the Innate Realm experts won’t make it in time. As for that rabble on the mountain? Even if they catch up, what can they do to me? I will kill you today!" Fu Yifan sneered repeatedly, his Sword Skill becoming even more vicious and sharp.

Gao Zhisong parried desperately, his face deathly pale. He coughed up blood continuously as his internal injuries rapidly worsened.

"PFFT!" "PFFT!"

In less than ten exchanges, three new sword wounds appeared on Gao Zhisong’s body—on his thigh and right arm. The cuts were deep, and blood flowed freely.

After three more exchanges, Fu Yifan’s sword pierced through Gao Zhisong’s abdomen, sending blood flying.

"THUD!"

Gao Zhisong collapsed to the ground, his face utterly bloodless. He clutched the wound on his abdomen tightly, but blood kept gushing out, staining his entire hand red.

Fu Yifan’s strike had dealt a fatal blow, completely robbing Gao Zhisong of his ability to resist. He lay on the ground, unable to move. From the massive blood loss, Gao Zhisong’s head spun violently.

"Hahaha, so you’ve met your end, Gao Zhisong! The great ’Seven-Snake Centipede Whip’ falls today. After I kill you, my rank on the Wind and Cloud List might even go up a few spots! Now, die!" Fu Yifan let out a cold laugh. His sharp sword became a streak of cold light as he stabbed toward Gao Zhisong’s heart.

Gao Zhisong’s eyes filled with unwillingness as his pupils contracted sharply. He was about to lose his life to Fu Yifan’s sword.

Suddenly, at that very moment—

"BANG!"

The sudden report of a gunshot rang out.

An immense sense of crisis washed over him. Fu Yifan’s face changed drastically as he hastily retracted his sword to dodge.

"TCHSS!"

A bullet grazed his neck, leaving behind a faint, bloody line.

’What a terrifying Hidden Weapon! Its firing speed is unbelievable!’ Fu Yifan thought, his heart still pounding with fear. He scanned his surroundings and demanded in a low voice, "Which coward is hiding in the shadows and launching sneak attacks?!"

The shadows of the trees swayed in the forest, and with a RUSTLE of leaves, a young man emerged, riding a Gale Leopard.

"Haha, ’coward’ is a bit much. It was I, your granddaddy, who ambushed you. What about it? You got a problem with that?" Ye Xing laughed heartily.

Fu Yifan narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You’re just a kid at the Martial Arts Third Realm. Don’t tell me you want to steal my Thunder Heart Spring Wood too?"

"No, no, no, I have no interest in your Thunder Heart Spring Wood, don’t misunderstand! Besides, I can’t beat you," Ye Xing said, shaking his head, while laughing inwardly. ’Your "Thunder Heart Spring Wood"? I can get as much of that as I want. It’s factory-made, mass-produced, and only costs ten bucks a pop! Buy a hundred and get a thirty-percent discount, you know!’

"Good, you know your place. Since you don’t dare to take the Thunder Heart Spring Wood, why did you ambush me just now?" Fu Yifan asked coldly.

"Because... because I felt like ambushing you, so I ambushed you. What of it? You got a problem? Come and bite me!" Ye Xing said provocatively.

"You’re courting death!" Fu Yifan flew into a rage, raised his sharp sword, and charged at Ye Xing.

As Ye Xing rapidly retreated on his Gale Leopard, he pulled a large megaphone from his Qiankun Cloth Bag and roared into it, "Anyone nearby? Everyone, come quick! Fu Yifan has the Thunder Heart Spring Wood! The Thunder Heart Spring Wood is with Fu Yifan! Hurry, hurry!"

Ye Xing yelled as he retreated. With a domestically-produced megaphone, the sound was incredibly loud.

Fu Yifan’s expression flickered. He was also injured, and the speed of the Level 8 Demon Beast, the Gale Leopard, was not much slower than his own. If he let Ye Xing keep shouting like this, he would probably attract a large crowd of Martial Artists. When it came to snatching the Thunder Heart Spring Wood, those people would fight with no regard for their own lives. If he were to be tied down by a large group, it would likely be very dangerous.

"Kid, you just wait!" Fu Yifan seethed with hatred. Tossing out the threat, he turned and bolted down the mountain, disappearing from Ye Xing’s sight in moments.

’Tch. With my arsenal and a big gun in hand, you think I’m afraid of you?’

Watching Fu Yifan’s retreating figure, the corner of Ye Xing’s mouth curled into a cold smirk.