Chapter 12: Asura Seeks Life

"What..."

A sudden tightness in his heart.

Before the final word "person" could be shouted out loud, Wang Qi only felt his center of gravity unstable, and then his whole body was in mid-air!

The horse running at the front also fell flat on its face, crashing to the ground with such force that its neck twisted ninety degrees on the spot, a sight that sends chills down one's spine.

It was not only him that was flung into the air but also the entire carriage.

Whinnying in agony, its cries seemed so insignificant amidst the downpour, silenced entirely after a scream, drowned by the sound of the cracking carriage and masked by the rain. With tall manors all around and the closest residence dozens of meters away from the site of incident, and considering it was the middle of the night, it was improbable that anyone would notice.

Stepping forward slowly, he loosened the iron wire.

Two stone lions stood motionless, their majestic appearances now sinister in the flashes of lightning and thunder, while the real perpetrator behind the horse's fall...

...was tied to the base of the stone lions by the road.

The spot where the horse had fallen was one, and to avoid any mishaps, he had prepared a second location. No matter what, this horse-drawn carriage would not make it through this street.

Boots stepped on the water-covered street, ankles bound taut with ropes, clothes completely soaked by the rain, iron wire in hand, about three feet long, advancing step by step towards the carriage that lay overturned, like the Grim Reaper himself.

The horse was still twitching, occasionally letting out mournful neighs, blood reddening the water, but Jiang Feng felt an unprecedented calm in his heart, even enjoying the icy rain beating against his face.

His steps grew closer, and the broken carriage seemed familiar to him, reminiscent of the scene when he was pulled up from a cliffside half a month ago.

But in the next second.

"Little bastard!"

The blade grazed his face, cutting through a string of raindrops.

His head instinctively shrank back, and his dark eyes stared intently in the direction the blade had swept, as if he could read his opponent's thoughts, skillfully sidestepping!

Whoosh—

A vertical chop he had anticipated.

His expression savage, in that moment, Wang Qi was like an enraged hound—seeing his first attack miss, he didn't hesitate to stand and hack mercilessly at Jiang Feng!

Clang!

Clang!

The harsh sound of metal colliding echoed in the empty street, sparks flying from the friction.

The broadsword whistled through the air fiercely; even though he had long known that this inconspicuous coachman was a highly paid expert hired by the Xue family to protect Xue Wuwei, he hadn't expected such formidable strength.

With each slash, he deflected with the iron wire at an angle—three months ago, facing such a martial artist, he would have had no chance to fight back, but now he felt he could see things clearly, even predict his opponent's moves.

"This cut is aimed three inches below the neck; if it hits, it would sever the head right through the gap in the bones."

"The thrust targets the deadly Danzhong acupoint."

"The strike aims at the Ren Meridian, the meridian's connecting points; if hit, it would impact the abdominal wall, veins and arteries, and affect the liver and gallbladder, shaking the heart, causing blood stagnation leading to death…"

He twisted his body to the side, positioning the iron wire in front of him to block a sweeping strike, forced to use both hands against the immense force, which undoubtedly shocked Wang Qi into silence.

"How is it possible! You this little vermin have never learned martial arts!"

Furiously swinging his broadsword, it whipped up sprays of water in the air. Although the young man's movements seemed somewhat panicked, every block was spot on, which only fueled Wang Qi's ferocity even more.

Three months.

Having been chopped like vegetables in his dreams for three full months, Jiang Feng finally committed all of Liu Tangxi's teachings to heart. Perhaps he was no genius, but he was certainly no mediocrity—unable to remember if someone carved the tactics of combat deep into his own flesh.

He would deserve to die.

His eyes swiftly followed Wang Qi's movements, retreating as he fought. Compared to that fairy's swordplay, as exquisite as art, his current opponent was exceedingly crude, even so predictable that he could foresee the next move as soon as the first began.

But in the end, he could only defend.

Dang!

His hands gripping the iron wire trembled, he gritted his teeth—the wire as thick as a finger deformed slightly under the blows, notched all over.

This was his current plight.

No matter how unsophisticated the sword technique was, under the pressure of absolute power, Jiang Feng was simply unable to fight back, and Wang Qi, having been ambushed, with a searing pain on his forehead and body, and fear of death, ignited a rage in his heart in an instant.

He vented all that rage upon the slender youth before him.

Bang——

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Like swinging a hammer, he directly flung the large saber, causing the young man to retreat five or six meters before stabilizing his form.

"You little beast, daring to strike me first, I should have chopped off your head three years ago!"

His face twisted ferociously, weapon in hand, the murderous look in his eyes daunting to behold, it was apparent he had spent a significant time in society after being driven down the mountain, with no less than a dozen lives claimed by his hands.

To bystanders, this was nothing but a simple overturning, but due to inertia even the heavy steed was flung over ten meters. Mr. Xue was okay, after all, within the carriage, despite also falling into a disheveled heap and complaining endlessly, he wasn't in danger of losing his life.

But he wasn't so lucky.

His head hit the ground, tumbling over seven or eight times before halting, he even felt blood rushing into his brain, several ribs broken, and now Wang Qi had only one thought.

"Picked up a dog's life and dared to come back for revenge, do you mongrel even deserve to glance at me? Today, I'll send you to meet your damned parents!"

He gasped heavily, his palms trembling uncontrollably.

No technique, just brute force, yet even so, receiving the blows left my hands numb, one could imagine how terrifying this bull-like fellow was.

Wang Qi wasn't a cultivator, not even a practitioner; according to the information he got from his fiancée, this guy seemed to have only undergone Body Refining, meaning he hadn't even stepped through the threshold, just physically a bit stronger than ordinary people.

But he hadn't expected this "bit stronger" to be so terrifyingly powerful.

"I shouldn't have targeted... No, that's not right."

He immediately refuted his own thought.

Why did he continuously dream of that fairy for three months, forcibly cramming teachings into him like a force-fed duck?

Because it was time for the exam.

The fairy didn't have time to start from the basics and could only have him memorize first to deal with the exam.

He arrived at the answer swiftly.

This scene in front of him was probably the so-called "exam."

"Could it be the fairy foresaw this too?"

A bitter smile couldn't help but appear on his lips, but seeing Wang Qi pounce again, he met him head-on without hesitation, another intense collision, both their eyes now bloodshot.

Whether it was Wang Qi taking the upper hand or not, Mr. Xue, who had been hiding in the shattered carriage all this time, finally carefully poked his half-head out.

"Fuck, kill that dog mongrel! Slaughter him! Chop off this beast's head for Young Master... No! I want him alive! To face this little beast and * his fiancée!"

Even now, he still cared about maintaining his young master's image and didn't want to get wet, cursing continuously, but after a few shouts, he immediately grimaced in pain.

He didn't have the physical quality like Wang Qi; rolling seven or eight times in the carriage felt like his bones had fallen apart, enduring unbearable pain, occasionally letting out miserable screams.

Retreating continuously, this one-sided battle seemingly had no suspense, whether it was physical quality or stamina, Wang Qi was far superior to Jiang Feng.

Finally, under intense pressure, a serious mistake occurred — a stumble.

"You little bastard! Die for me!"

The vicious upward slash forced the young man to retreat several steps, his balance lost, his legs trying to push off strongly, but instead...

Bang!

The entire person leaped backward one meter then comically fell and lay on the ground, the posture extremely reminiscent of a carp flipping.

The expression was painful, one hand gripping the weapon tightly, the other covering the waist and abdomen, it looked like this youngster had been badly wounded. Half skilled, so what? Wasn't he still going to die by my hands?

Seeing Jiang Feng in this state, Wang Qi was thrilled, a twisted sense of vindictive pleasure swelling in his heart, his body accelerating straight into a charge!

This battle, it seemed, had already lost its suspense.

Seeing Wang Qi rush forward, Jiang Feng's face filled with terror as he turned to flee, that horror and survival instinct in his eyes fueling Wang Qi's satisfaction!

But...

Suddenly, he felt lighter.

As fast as he was running, he was equally clumsy when tripped.

His body almost hung in the air as he landed in an irregular position, while Jiang Feng, who had been trying to escape, didn't take another step forward and just lay quietly in the pool of water.

He could even see the calmness to the extreme indifference in the young man's pupils.

Because Jiang Feng had only done one thing.

That was to grip the iron wire tightly in both hands, pointing the sharp end toward the enemy.

His mind went blank, he had not yet realized what had happened, his body uncontrollably plunged forward following the momentum!

And this scene caused the pupils of those watching from a high vantage point to contract sharply.

Zila—

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