Chapter 75: A Massive Reward (1)

Chapter 75: A Massive Reward (1)

The crimson blade ray illuminated the area. Though it was just a single stroke, it seemed to assail him from all angles, instilling a sense of overwhelming suppression. This attack had a subtle effect on the soul?

Stronger than Gu Ji or Luo Fu! I cannot overpower him! Confronted with this fearsome strike, Wu Yuan swiftly made the decision to retreat, discarding the sword he had just acquired without hesitation. After all, he only had one life.

The reason Wu Yuan had dared to go head-to-head with Bai Yuxian earlier was that he could maintain Threefold Power Surge consistently. Even though his physical constitution was slightly weaker, he could exert more power.

But facing this man built like an unyielding iron tower, Wu Yuan estimated that he would still be weaker even after employing Threefold Power Surge. How could he take his attacks head-on?

Having a high level of martial skill meant having the upper hand when engaging with an opponent, allowing one to utilize one's strength to exploit the enemy's weakness. To clash head-on was foolish!

Furthermore, he had been using Ghostwalk continuously, and although the Thousand Mountains technique seemed to have lasted only an instant, it had placed a significant strain on his body.

Whoosh! As Wu Yuan hastily retreated, he swung the Black Mountain Saber in a strange and unpredictable trajectory. Boosted with Threefold Power Surge, nearly 140,000 catties of force exploded forth!

Clang! As the two sabers collided in mid-air, Wu Yuan felt an immense force reverberate through the weapons. Despite having already weakened and dispersed the attack, his qi still grew unstable, prompting him to retreat even further.

This stroke possesses close to 300,000 catties of force!

With Wu Yuan's sharp perception, he could discern that the terrifying force was nearly double his own! If he took it head-on, it would either kill or severely wound him. Without a shadow of a doubt, this towering figure possessed a physical constitution nearing that of a Savant expert (second-grade). He also grasped a rudimentary understanding of Threefold Power Surge, placing him firmly among the strongest tier of first-rate Adepts.

Unbeknownst to Wu Yuan, the man known as Iron Tower Long Er, was equally astounded.

What a peculiar saber technique and impressive control of force. His power may be weaker than mine, but he managed to deflect my saber.

Long Er discarded his contempt for his opponent.

Swoosh! Wu Yuan shot up the wall like a bolt of lightning, intending to escape. Fight? Wu Yuan was not entirely confident, one misstep could spell his demise.

Besides, he held no grudges against this man built like an iron tower. Wu Yuan wasn't keen on engaging in a bloody fight with him.

Clang! Clang! Long Er evaded one throwing knife, deflecting the rest with his saber. Upon impact, the saber quivered. Two throwing knives were sent off course.

Boom! A throwing knife pierced a towering tree before embedding itself into the ground.

Thud! The other throwing knife soared dozens of meters, spinning like a scythe before impaling the chest of a bystander. Blood spewed forth, leaving little hope for survival.

This scene sent the bustling crowd of customers, courtesans, and pimps recoiling in fear, their hearts pounding in their chests. The sheer intensity of the clash was enough to make anyone tremble. Even from such a distance, they could still be caught in the crossfire?

Silently, another throwing knife shot forth like a streak of lightning. The speed of this throwing knife surpassed the previous ones, and its trajectory was completely unpredictable.

Long Er, who just barely managed to block two throwing knives, didn't have time to react to this sudden attack. He could only instinctively dodge to the side, desperately avoiding its deadly course.

Thump! The throwing knife slammed into Long Er's chest like a merciless hammer. A fearsome shockwave reverberated from his chest throughout his entire body.

Crack! Crack! There sound of breaking bones echoed in the air.

Long Er spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, staggering backward. He struggled to maintain his balance, enduring wave after wave of pain as his internal qi churned relentlessly. He quickly realized that his bones and organs had been severely damaged. Injuries like these significantly diminished his combat strength, potentially even turning lethal.

"Halt, all of you!" Long Er bellowed as he stopped, ceasing his pursuit. The Moon Guardians, who had been ferociously chasing Wu Yuan, also came to a halt at the command.

Through Iron Tower Long Er's keen eyes, he could see that Wu Yuan, now almost twenty zhangs away, held three more throwing knives between his fingers. It was a silent display of intimidation.

What a terrifying master of stealth weapons! Long Er was utterly shocked. He released three throwing knives simultaneously, yet all of them were imbued with his full power? How strong is his mastery of stealth weapons?

Continuously exerting such force puts a great strain on the body, it's the trump card of any expert. Can he really use it multiple times in succession?

Though master archers posed an immense threat to their enemies, rapid firing within a short period put immense strain on the fingers, arms, and back. The same principle applied to throwing knives!

A single throwing knife posed no threat to Long Er. It would take three or more to truly concern him. He couldn't shake the instinctual feeling that Wu Yuan couldn't pull off this killing move multiple times.

But Long Er dared not gamble on it. Now that he was already injured, losing the bet would mean death!

Where did this stealth weapons expert come from? Long Er stared intensely at Wu Yuan's retreating figure until he completely disappeared into the dark alleyway.