Hunting North Mountain (Part 2)

Whoosh!

The black whip-shadow flashed into existence and vanished in midair. With a resounding crack, the middle-aged Martial Artist who had been fleeing through the air slammed heavily into the ground, a ruptured gash appearing on his protective leather armor.

Without this armor made from the hide of a fifth-tier ferocious beast, his bones and tendons would have been shattered. Even if he survived, he would have been gravely injured!

The middle-aged Martial Artist groaned, rolled twice across the ground, and looked utterly miserable.

Pain and regret wracked him as he howled, "Young master, spare my life! As long as you let me go..."

Whoosh!

The long whip, carrying terrifying power, lashed out again. Its jet-black tip was like a venomous serpent flicking its tongue as it bit toward the middle-aged Martial Artist's throat. Every scale on its surface stood erect, gleaming with a cold, sinister light.

This was the hallmark of having true qi infused into it!

This Black Scale Whip was nearly of mysterious weapon quality, yet the middle-aged Martial Artist had never been able to bring out its true power.

Only now, in Wang Chen's hands, did it reveal its peerlessly sharp edge.

This lash was faster and fiercer than the last. Though the middle-aged Martial Artist dodged with all his might, his calf was still struck.

Crack!

Although he wore leg guards, they were clearly nowhere near the quality of his leather armor and shattered into fragments at once.

"Aah!"

A bone-deep wound immediately opened across the middle-aged Martial Artist's calf. Flesh split apart, and blood spurted out.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The immense pain did not diminish the middle-aged Martial Artist's fighting strength. Instead, it thoroughly stirred the savagery within him.

The moment he realized Wang Chen would never spare him, he sprang