Chapter 130 : Chapter 130
Chapter 130. Insolence from a Junior!
“That speed… how is that possible?!”
The shock on Chen Donghai’s face froze completely.
After all, He Feng was no one. Among the workshop masters of the Level Three zone, his strength was considered one of the best.
And yet what happened?
He could not even endure a single move before being sent flying, his life or death unknown.
Could the gap between them really be that great?
“No, that’s not right.”
A thought suddenly flashed through Chen Donghai’s mind, and his expression changed drastically. Pointing at Xu Yuan, he blurted out, “You broke through to the seven-meridian level?!”
“What? Seven-meridian?”
The moment those words were spoken, everyone around them changed color, their eyes widening in disbelief.
Originally, against a mere six-meridian martial artist, with two workshop masters suppressing him and the rest of them holding the line from the side, the outcome should have been absolutely certain.
But if the other side was seven-meridian…
Then the situation was completely different.
Old Liu, who had originally looked despairing, also stared at Xu Yuan in disbelief and carefully voiced the question in everyone’s heart:
“Workshop Master Xu… did you really break through?”
Xu Yuan said nothing, his gaze sweeping across the faces opposite him that were filled with alarm and uncertainty.
Originally, he had intended to show weakness to the enemy and see whether they had any more hidden cards.
But after waiting for quite a while, aside from that reckless brute He Feng jumping out, no one else had emerged from the shadows to attack.
Since that was the case, there was no need to keep pretending.
“Retreat!”
Seeing that the situation had turned bad, Chen Donghai quickly exchanged glances with the others.
But in the next moment, as if they all shared the same thought, the Bai Family martial artists suddenly lunged toward the carriages in the rear. They wanted to use the supplies as leverage.
“Get lost!”
Xu Yuan let out a cold laugh. Abandoning the already heavily wounded He Feng, he flashed back in an instant to intercept them.
He moved too quickly. So quickly that the Bai Family martial artists only felt their vision blur before a figure was already standing in front of them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With several consecutive muffled impacts, the men charging in front were sent flying back even faster, as though they had slammed into an invisible wall, blood spraying wildly from their mouths.
The two five-meridian martial artists leading them turned deathly pale and staggered backward, nearly unable to keep their footing. They were clearly already injured.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of that brief opening, Chen Donghai rushed to He Feng’s side. He had only just managed to say half a word—“He…”—
when He Feng suddenly rolled over and actually climbed back to his feet.
Then, with astonishing speed, he fled wildly into the distance without even looking back.
“This target is too dangerous. Let’s regroup with Sir Wang first!”
Hearing that line He Feng left behind, the corner of Chen Donghai’s eye twitched violently.
He had known He Feng for so many years, yet this was the first time he had ever seen him run this fast. It was quite simply the fastest speed Chen Donghai had seen in his entire life.
“Retreat first!”
Snapping back to his senses, Chen Donghai shouted at the other Bai Family martial artists. Then he turned and fled in He Feng’s direction without looking back as well.
This mission had seemed certain of success from the very beginning. Who could have expected that Xu Yuan had secretly broken through to the seven-meridian level and hidden it without revealing a thing?
They had truly been lured into a trap.
“Still… once Sir Wang arrives, there’s still room to turn this around.”
As he ran wildly, Chen Donghai secretly rejoiced.
Fortunately, the higher-ups had already made arrangements and sent a seven-meridian expert to hold the line. As long as Sir Wang arrived, who would live and who would die was still far from decided.
Seeing the Bai Family martial artists scatter in panic, Xu Yuan instructed Old Liu, “Don’t just stand there. Get these people under control.”
Then, with a tap of his foot, his entire body turned into an afterimage as he chased after the two fleeing men, calling out:
“Since the two workshop masters have already come, why hurry off so quickly?”
Chen Donghai glanced back and saw Xu Yuan rapidly closing the distance. Terror instantly seized his soul, and he roared at He Feng:
“Split up!”
…
A short while later.
“You two really were delivering yourselves all this way. Why bother?”
Xu Yuan held Chen Donghai’s corpse in one hand and casually threw it aside.
In the eyes of this Bai Family workshop master before his death, there had been nothing but unwillingness and utter disbelief.
He had probably never understood, even up to the moment he died, how he had gone from hunter to prey in such a short span of time.
After disposing of Chen Donghai, Xu Yuan did not stop moving and continued pursuing He Feng.
Feng was already injured to begin with, so he was not running very fast.
Xu Yuan did not have to expend much effort before intercepting him in a mountain hollow.
“Workshop Master He, why are you running so fast? Weren’t you just asking to exchange moves with me a moment ago?” Xu Yuan’s voice came from behind him, carrying a trace of teasing.
Feng's face was deathly pale, his steps unsteady, and a monstrous surge of grief and fury welled up in his heart.
He wanted to turn around and fight desperately, but reason told him he could not win.
He wanted to keep running, but his injuries were too severe, and he no longer had the strength.
“You… you!”
This workshop master, who had once wielded immense influence in the Level Three zone, now looked like prey cornered by a savage beast, unable even to speak properly.
Xu Yuan looked at him and slowly raised his hand.
Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and his lips trembled as he tried to say something.
Just then, an enraged shout suddenly rang out from the distance:
“Junior, hold your hand!!”
That voice was as loud as a great bell, shaking the dry leaves in the mountain hollow until they fell in rustling waves.
Hearing it, desperate hope for survival burst into He Feng’s eyes, and he cried out hoarsely, “Sir Wang, save me!!”
In the next moment, a white-haired middle-aged man in black shot out of the forest at high speed, his features weathered by age.
The man’s qi and blood were as thick and imposing as a mountain. He was precisely Wang Bing, the seven-meridian martial artist secretly dispatched by the Bai Family.
He glanced at the battered and miserable He Feng, frowned slightly, then turned his gaze toward Xu Yuan and said coldly:
“Junior, if you do not wish to die, you had best obey this old man.”
His tone was lofty and overbearing, as though he were bestowing mercy.
Xu Yuan listened, then cast him an indifferent glance.
And then, the hand he had raised came crashing down.
“No—!”
Feng let out one final unwilling cry, and his entire body collapsed limply to the ground, never making another sound.
“You…”
The expression on Wang Bing’s face froze for an instant.
Then a towering fury exploded from the depths of his heart.
“What audacity!”
He was so enraged that he laughed instead, even his beard trembling faintly. With a flash of movement, he charged toward Xu Yuan like a hunting leopard!
“This old man will make you beg for life and fail, beg for death and fail!”
A trace of battle intent flashed through Xu Yuan’s eyes.
This was his first time facing a seven-meridian opponent head-on. It was the perfect chance to test the limits of his current strength.
In the span of a spark striking flint, the two of them collided.
Boom!!
A heavy crash exploded, stirring up fallen leaves across the sky as their surging force swept through the area like a violent gale.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two figures flickered back and forth, exchanging blow after blow. Deafening explosions echoed endlessly through the valley.
The force of it all was like two giant beasts tearing at each other in a savage struggle for territory, brutal and violent enough to drive the birds and beasts nearby into trembling submission.
Finding an opening, Wang Bing suddenly threw a fierce punch, only for it to strike empty air. He immediately followed with a sweeping kick, but instead was shaken back half a step, as though what he had hit was a block of solid iron.
“What kind of monster is this?”
Wang Bing’s expression changed at once, and the more he fought, the more alarmed he became.
The other side’s speed was astonishingly fast, often darting like a startled hare, making it nearly impossible for him to land a hit.
And even when he did manage to strike, it was difficult to inflict any effective damage. Xu Yuan was even harder to deal with than a porcupine.
“He looks so young… not even twenty yet, perhaps?”
Wang Bing’s brows knitted tightly. He had only been in seclusion for a short while, so how had the Shangyang Residence suddenly produced a figure like this?