Chapter 35: Life and Death Confrontation

Chapter 35: Life and Death Confrontation

Lan Ningshuang and Cang Feilan exchanged a glance, then simultaneously attacked Wang Meng, understanding each other without the need for words.

Their graceful figures moved like phantoms, attacking alternately from left and right. Sword qi filled the air, and the twin daggers flew, making it difficult for Wang Meng, who was at the sixth rank of the Gathering Energy Realm, to defend himself.

It had to be said that although the two of them had been at odds before, when facing an enemy, they cooperated seamlessly, like friends who had known each other for years.

Before long, numerous bloodstains appeared on Wang Meng’s body, staining the white cloth wrapped around him a deep red, giving him a terrifying appearance.

Qin Feng could see that Lan Ningshuang and the others didn’t intend to face Wang Meng head-on. Instead, they wanted to weaken him through this method until he was exhausted, and then deliver a fatal blow.

“How cunning. Never provoke women if you can help it,” Qin Feng’s head shrank at the thought.

At the current rate, it was only a matter of time before they wore Wang Meng down.

But Qin Feng felt uneasy. Given Wang Meng’s strength, even if he couldn’t effectively counterattack, he shouldn’t be in such a sorry state.

Feeling a sense of unease, he immediately activated his special ability, looking towards the battlefield and furrowing his brow.

“What’s going on? Why is Wang Meng losing so much blood, yet his aura is getting stronger, and there’s more energy inside him?”

Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered a book he had read in the Listen Too Rain Pavilion. The book mentioned several martial arts techniques in the Divine Martial Tradition that involved harming the enemy but at the cost of harming oneself even more. These techniques typically overdrew on one’s life force or blood energy, allowing them to condense a large amount of internal energy in a short period, breaking free from their current limitations.

Wasn’t this exactly what Wang Meng was doing now?

Qin Feng was shocked and quickly shouted, “Miss Lan, Miss Cang, deal with him quickly! He’s converting his injuries into internal energy!”

“What?!” Both of them exclaimed in unison, looking down to see the cold smile at the corner of Wang Meng’s mouth.

“You’ve noticed, but it’s too late!” Wang Meng shouted loudly. A terrifying force surged out, not only sending Cang Feilan flying but also crushing the rocks within a yard’s radius into powder.

With his right fist clenched, he struck through the air. Even Lan Ningshuang, who was in mid-air, widened her eyes and quickly blocked with her long sword. There was a metallic clang, and her body flew like a kite with a broken string, directly smashing into a tree as thick as two people spewing out a mouthful of blood.

Having succeeded with one strike, Wang Meng didn’t pause. He swung his left hand backward, intending to attack Cang Feilan who was trying to sneak attack him. She took the solid hit and crashed into the nearby mountain wall, sending rocks flying.

“Miss Lan! Miss Cang!” Qin Feng called out in anxiety. He was about to move but felt a chill running down his spine.

“You still have the mood to care for others?” Wang Meng had appeared behind Qin Feng without him noticing. He spread his arms wide, then clapped his hands together. The air compressed instantly, followed by a loud bang as dust filled the air.

“Young Master!” Lan Ningshuang struggled to stand up, clutching her chest with wide eyes, her eye sockets red.

That blow just now was a near-death experience for her. What’s more, her frail Young Master had also been affected.

In mid-air, Lan Ningshuang swung her sword thrice, each strike faster than the last, and the three sword energies layered upon one another, slashing towards Wang Meng.

On the other side, Cang Feilan had already disappeared without a trace.

Feeling the formidable power of the combined sword energies, Wang Meng didn’t dare to be careless. He crossed his arms in front of him.

As expected, the sword energies arrived, and even in his current state, Wang Meng was still pushed back nearly ten yards by the sword energies.

After blocking the sword energies, Wang Meng hurriedly tried to find the other person’s whereabouts. But at this moment, his body’s acupoints burst open, and blood gushed out!

He struggled to turn his head and looked to his left. A dagger had somehow been inserted into his vital point.

Cang Feilan’s strange speed was no less than that of a fifth-grade martial artist with exceptional agility!

“Wang Meng, your time has come,” Qin Feng, Cang Feilan, and Lan Ningshuang stood together, their expressions cold, all looking at him.

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng coughed up a mouthful of blood suddenly. With his vital point pierced and his injuries, he was indeed beyond saving, but...

“Do you want to see my martial art’s final move?” Wang Meng grinned ferociously. As he spoke, his entire body started to swell!

Qin Feng suddenly felt something was terribly wrong. “Not good, he’s going to self-destruct!”

Bang!

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a terrifying pressure swept over the surroundings instantly.

Cang Feilan immediately took out a bell-shaped treasure, which expanded with the wind, protecting the three of them inside. However, Wang Meng’s self-destructive power was too great. In just a moment, countless cracks appeared on the surface of the golden bell.

With a cracking sound, the golden bell shattered, and the pressure overwhelmed them!

At this critical moment, Qin Feng stood in front of Cang Feilan and the others. He clenched his teeth, mobilizing all the energy inside him, transforming it into a mirror one person high and two people wide!

The tremendous pressure was reduced considerably by the golden bell, but it was still something Qin Feng, who was just a ninth-grade martial artist, couldn’t withstand.

In just an instant, the mirror shattered, and the powerful impact sent Cang Feilan and the others flying. Qin Feng was also directly blown away!

The turbulent air felt like sharp blades, cutting into Qin Feng’s nerves, squeezing his flesh and blood. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his vision went black.

In the moment of unconsciousness, besides the sound of the wind tearing and the snapping of branches, there were the anxious shouts of Cang Feilan.

Am I going to die? Qin Feng thought, then completely lost consciousness.