Chapter 103 Being Everyone's Target

In fact, once Austin exercised his Grand Pagoda Summoning Skill, he could handle the four one-horned diabolic wolves relatively easily.

But since that skill consumed a considerable amount of his vital energy, Austin seldom resorted to it. He also hoped to improve his body agility and gain more experience with actual combat.

Therefore, he decided to wrestle the four one-horned diabolic wolves relying on his seventh cultivation level and his impeccable Cloud Swordsmanship.

The fight turned out to be fierce. Many times, when Austin was just about torn up by the wolves, he made a miraculous escape at the very last moment.

It was similar to walking on a tightrope. Austin could have been ripped to shreds if he hadn't been paying attention.

Making one narrow escape after another, he frustrated the aggressive wolves. Gradually, he began his counter-attack, coming to blows and wounding them one by one. Two hours later, Austin had pierced his sword into the hearts of each of them.

After the tough battle, he examined himself from head to toe and gave a wry smile.

He was covered in blood, some of which belonged to the wolves, while a little was his own. He found at least eight large gashes on his body. They were wolf bites. At one place, his flesh was ripped off. One of the wolves had chewed up his flesh, making him yelp in excruciating pain. It was not an exaggeration to say that he looked utterly chaotic—blood drying off on his skin and hair sticking out in tufts, while the rest of his body was entirely marked in cuts and bruises.

The four one-horned diabolic wolves had indeed been powerful. Their bones had been tough as iron, and they themselves were as crafty as foxes. Moreover, they fought in packs and cleverly so. During the entire combat, their coordination had been perfect.

Given that it had been a four-on-one combat, Austin allowed himself to feel proud of having emerged as the victor, despite all his wounds.

Meanwhile, Billy, along with a band of his trusted subordinates, had taken to following Austin's traces. As soon as he had heard the news of Austin leaving Sun Sect for the Grand Desolation Mountain, he had wasted no time in following him.

He and his men had tracked Austin to this place. Hidden behind nearby bushes, they witnessed the fight between him and the four one-horned diabolic wolves.

"Brother Tang, when shall we strike?"

an outer disciple whispered in Billy's ears.

After two days of tracking, he was beginning to lose his patience.

It was obvious that Austin had extraordinary strength, but the outer disciple was positive that they could easily defeat Austin, since the latter was so evident

Austin, his eyes exuding resentment and loathing.

"You can't tell why we're here?" he demanded in a loud voice.

With a frown, Austin said, "I already accepted your challenge and defeated you in that combat. I think we've settled our differences, haven't we?"

Billy's mouth curved in a disparaging smile before he replied, "Settled? You wish! After humiliating me in front of the outer disciples like that, how could you think I'm done with you? Austin, I'm here to take your life today. It's what you deserve for pissing me off!"

Now that Billy was openly hostile, Austin felt it unnecessary to put on a friendly face. "Billy," he bellowed. "You're shameless. Your strength failed to match mine in battle, so now you're here to beat me up with the help of your gang mates? You coward!"

"Humph, death is knocking at your door, regardless. And you better watch your mouth when talking to me!"

Billy shouted, his fury flaring up.

"Everybody, attack! No hanging back. Don't give him time to recover his vital energy! Chop him up!"

Instantly, the young men behind Billy lunged at Austin, howling wildly.

Austin's face hardened by the second. At once, he swung a leg and launched his Wind-commanding Skill before retreating several steps to steady himself.

Just as he regained his balance, one of the men, skilled at moving speedily, approached him.

Without hesitation, Austin shot a Spiritual Sense Flying Needle at him.

The power in Austin's spiritual sense had doubled. When the Spiritual Sense Flying Needle hit the young man, his brain shuddered at the strike, the sharp sting of pain shooting through him.

Despite himself, his movements slowed down.

Suddenly, a clatter sounded—Austin had wasted no time in hacking off one of the man's arms!