32 Life or Death Pursui (1/2)
As Zhao Feng pulled his bow, the gray-clothed man’s expression turned into one of mockery.
_Sou! Sou! Sou! —–_
However, when those three arrows came right at him, his expression suddenly changed. These three poison arrows had small gaps between them and were not going in straight lines. The way that they were arranged meant that he had no escape routes, he was completely locked on!
_Pah!_
The gray-clothed man swiped his hand and a gust of wind snapped the first arrow, but the second arrow came right after.
If he wanted to dodge the second arrow and then attack Zhao Feng using the best route possible, he would have to face the third arrow.
The third arrow seemed to calculate how he would react.
_How did he do this…_ The gray-clothed man’s pupils shrank as his expression turned to shock. If this was all planned by Zhao Feng, then this would be extremely frightening. He was a youth not even fourteen years of age!
He did not know that Zhao Feng’s left eye had already locked on him. Everything, including his heartbeat and breathing rate, was all under close watch.
Zhao Feng had shot his arrows according to the changes in the opponent’s body. Everything was to plan. The three arrows had stalled the gray-clothed man for a few breaths.
“There is no difference! You will still die today!” the gray-clothed man shouted coldly.
However, Zhao Feng’s actions caused him to be stunned once again. Zhao Feng didn’t run after he shot the three arrows. Instead, he turned around and attacked the other two men closing in on him.
Kill! The two black clothed men also attacked Zhao Feng.
Since they were running towards each other in straight lines, the distance between them quickly narrowed.
“This kid has strong calculation abilities.” The gray-clothed man felt a bit anxious. Zhao Feng’s actions had been the most perfect way to escape.
First, he didn’t run straight away. His chances of escaping from the two groups flanking him was very low. At the very least, Zhao Feng had confirmed that the gray-clothed man’s speed would not be slower than his own, or else he could not have appeared in front of him like a ghost.
Second, it was very hard for Zhao Feng to find a breakthrough point.
After comparing the three people, Zhao Feng thought that the two men clothed in black were weaker. If he could finish off these two quickly and then concentrate on the gray-clothed man, his chances of winning would be higher.
Just as Zhao Feng and the two men were getting closer-
“How will a trivial half-step Martial Artist fight against two peak fourth rankers?” The gray-clothed man didn’t feel a sense of urgency. He didn’t need the two men in black to kill Zhao Feng. All he needed was for them to stall Zhao Feng for a moment, andZhao Feng would definitely die.
_Kill!_
Angry Dragon Fists!
As Zhao Feng exchanged blows with the two black-clothed men, his body perfectly passed through the gap between their attacks.
Suddenly, his aura increased dramatically.
“What! This guy is a true Martial Artist!” The gray-clothed man’s expression finally changed. Zhao Feng’s aura had obviously shown that he had reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
_Pah!_
Zhao Feng’s fist was like a roaring dragon that carried a faint green glow and smashed into the chest of one of the men clothed in black.
_Crack!_ The bones inside his target were instantly shattered and the assassin immediately died.
Zhao Feng’s explosive Inner Strength had reached the peak of the fourth rank and Angry Dragon Fists had also reached perfection.
With one fist he killed one of the men in black. This wasn’t just because they looked down upon Zhao Feng, it was also because of Zhao Feng’s strength and his left eye’s calculations.
“Little brother!” the other man in black screamed angrily as his eyes turned red.
Angry Dragon Fists!
Zhao Feng immediately attacked the other man in black. To be merciful to the enemy meant being cruel to himself.
“I’ll slice you ten thousand times for killing my little brother.” The sword in the black-clothed Martial Artist’s hand suddenly gave off extremely powerful chi as he furiously hacked towards Zhao Feng.
“Stall him!” the gray-clothed man shouted.
He only needed the person to stall Zhao Feng, not necessarily kill him. Unfortunately, the black-clothed killer had lost his mind and attacked crazily. Zhao Feng fully utilized his left eye to find flaws of the opponent. However, his time was limited as the gray-clothed man behind him was catching up.
_Fight!_
Zhao Feng couldn’t care about anything else as his body swiftly floated within range of the black-clothed man’s sword.
_Crack!_
Zhao Feng finally landed one punch on the opponent’s left shoulder.
“Ah!” Although the man’s arm had been broken, he kept on attacking towards Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng punched him once again and shattered his throat.
_Plop!_ The man in black fell to the ground, dead.
Zhao Feng had also paid a price for it. He had suffered some internal damage due to the man landing his last punch on Zhao Feng’s chest. After all, his Metal Wall Technique had not reached the third level yet, which meant that he could not take straight hits from cultivators of the same rank.