Chapter 13 Reversal

Iron wire remained motionless.

Kneeling on one knee, the almost 200 jin heavy body in front of him had to be fully supported by the young man.

Clutching the iron wire tightly, the little-finger-thick wire even deformed slightly during the recent battle, indicating just how terrifying this mad-dog-like Wang Qi was.

After about a minute, when he could no longer support the heavy body, he let go and stepped back twice.

Thud——

The heavy body fell onto the surface of the water, splashing blood everywhere.

Gasping for breath.

He believed he had exerted his uttermost strength, but he still had absolutely no chance to fight back. If he remembered correctly, this Wang Qi was not even a Cultivator, not to mention a Cultivator; he was a complete outsider to the Martial Arts.

The blood from his worn-out palms mixed with Wang Qi's blood; this was his first time killing someone. He had thought he might vomit or feel physically unwell, but he didn't expect to be so eerily calm.

Blood splashed all over him, staining half of the young man's face crimson, giving his handsome face a somewhat ferocious look. Even unconsciously, he licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

Immediately, he froze.

"This is..."

The taste of blood finally made his calm face ripple, while the bear-like strong man lay motionless in the rain.

Blood mixed with the rain, turning the ground a shade of crimson, silently staring at Wang Qi, who lay motionless on the ground, quietly waiting for his energy to recover.

He moved forward.

He lifted his foot and took a step.

Because this place was right between two stone lions on the street, where the carriage had been flipped over, and the poor drainage system of the city just happened to…

Not over the ankle, also concealing the several strands of tenacious steel wire beneath the water surface.

Yes, he had not practiced Martial Arts indeed, but he was not stupid. With his character, he would not blatantly act without being absolutely sure.

Moreover, in the past three months, he had been faced with Liu Tangxi's force-fed teaching every night. To say he became a master of Martial Arts in three months would be unrealistic, but it was more than enough to deal with a physically slightly stronger Martial Artist like Wang Qi.

More than enough for self-defense.

Whether it was his panic, his fall due to nervousness, or his last desperate attempt to escape, the comical carp flipping was just to leap over the steel wire hidden underwater, everything.

Everything was just to make the irrational Wang Qi rush over without care, losing balance.

"It seems like I should become an actor, getting an Oscar would be a piece of cake..."

The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile, seemingly amused at his own ill-intentions, when had he become the sort of person he most despised?

"Wang Qi! You useless trash!"

"What the hell are you doing! Get up! Did I raise you just to be a freeloader!"

"Get up! Kill him, don't think Mr. Xue doesn't know where your parents' graves are! It was my family who paid for their burials!"

Although the heavy rain made the vision very blurry, the young master peeking out his head could naturally see what was happening. Lamps hanging outside other mansions flickered in the storm, as if they might extinguish at any moment, but ultimately they were still burning.

From Mr. Xue's perspective, he only saw Wang Qi gaining the upper hand, about to kill that little beast with one stroke of the knife, but then, as if acting in a play, he fell inexplicably headfirst, completely unresponsive.

His expression became instantly anxious, his hands frantically searching for some sort of self-defense weapon in the shattered carriage, but alas, he couldn't find anything suitable, struggling to crawl out of the broken carriage.

Limping.

He didn't have the robust constitution of Wang Qi, just rolling a few times inside the carriage was enough to make walking difficult, let alone today he had been drained by the girl named Lu Luo, even fleeing now made his legs feel unsteady.

But Jiang Feng only glanced once.

The moment he accidentally fell off the cliff, he had set up today's trap.

Even if Liu Tangxi had not taught him swordsmanship, he would still do the same. Previously, he had refrained from seeking revenge simply because he was not certain who wanted him dead; after all, there were many suitors at the Yan Family, and although he was vengeful, he did not wish to kill the innocent indiscriminately.

Until.

He confirmed it was this pair of master and servant.

Continuing forward, he ignored the limping Xue Wuwei, planning to retrieve the iron wire embedded in the corpse, his only weapon.

But as he gripped the bloodied iron wire, intending to pull it out, he almost reflexively retracted his hand!

Whoosh—

The silver blade swept across without hesitation!

Even though he retracted his hand as quickly as possible, it still left a deep cut on his arm, and that body which should have been lying on the ground suddenly stood up, swinging its left fist heavily onto the young man's chest!

The dull sound was piercingly sharp even amidst the stormy weather. His body was entirely knocked over to the ground, head spinning, almost losing consciousness on the spot.

"Little bastard! I'm going to chop your bones into pieces!"

He roared out the words with a hoarse voice.

He didn't even realize that his punch had hit the young man's chest, but more so on something as hard as metal, causing even his fist to bleed.

Holding his neck, he forcefully grasped the iron wire, veins bulging, muscles distorting, from the ferocious expression it was not hard to see how much pain he was in. He let out a low growl and forcefully yanked the iron wire out!

"So this guy was playing dead..."

His pupils constricted.

Indeed, the wound had passed through Wang Qi's neck area.

But it had not pierced the throat; it was a bit higher, stabbing in from above the collarbone. That fall, being stabbed in the neck, did cause him to lose consciousness instantly, but it was only for a few seconds before he lay in a pool of blood waiting.

It's a pity the beast wasn't finished with one strike.

"Good, good! That's right, kill that little beast!"

Originally, he had crawled out of the carriage and run more than ten meters away, but seeing Wang Qi suddenly lash out and overturn Jiang Feng, apparently even cutting the boy, caused Mr. Xue, who was fleeing, to stop in his tracks, unexpectedly turning back.

It looked as if he intended to beat the fallen dog, even shouting that he wanted to capture him alive.

Biting his teeth tightly, his chest felt incredibly heavy after the punch, but he remained conscious, not even having time to be surprised, as the opponent did not give him any room to think.

"Little bastard, go meet your parents down below."

He lifted a broadsword that weighed over ten pounds, his eight-foot-tall figure covered in blood, resembling a Demon Lord, eyes bloodshot, but Jiang Feng simply placed his hand over his chest.

At this distance, it was not enough.

Wang Qi let out a furious roar. This time, he would not continue to lunge forward but instead hacked down fiercely at the young man!

"Enough."

He whispered softly.

Boom!

A thunderclap sounded once more.

Only this time, the thunder seemed not to come from the night sky but from the rain-drenched street.

"Wang Qi, don't kill this scum. Give the sword to me, let me personally chop off his hands and feet..."

He strode forward, and though this young master had not exerted any effort in this fight, his ability to overpower others was second to none. Seeing Wang Qi gaining the upper hand, he immediately came over wanting to take over.

It's a pity that before his boastful words were finished, the towering figure collapsed straight down, revealing the young man blocked from view, and.

A smoking black hole.

"Magic Artifact!?"