Pursuit and Kill

Within the thicket forest, Lu Chuan darted through like a Spirit Deer. His gaze was incomparably sharp, like an Eagle Vulture's, allowing him to easily find the path someone had cut straight through the thicket forest.

Following that path, Lu Chuan spotted the two young men after roughly four or five minutes.

At that moment, they were fleeing for their lives through the thicket forest.

Honest Man dragged the young man along as they raced onward, repeatedly glancing back over his shoulder without thinking.

Meanwhile, the young man's face twisted as he Roared, "That damned little bastard! I never thought I had underestimated him. He actually dared attack this Young Master—he's dead for sure.

"Once we return to the city, we'll definitely find him.

"This Young Master will wipe out his entire family..."

"Young Master, say less and run faster! Let's escape first and talk later. Chen Chan is badly wounded; he won't be able to hold that man off for long."

Honest Man gave a bitter smile, though his heart was filled with endless sighs.

If not for this fellow's status, he would have thrown this idiot aside long ago.

Damn it, they could barely escape with their lives, yet this fool still had the energy to curse people. Had water gotten into his brain?

"Chen Chan is trash too. He bragged every day about how formidable he was, yet he couldn't even block one arrow from a little bastard. What use is he? Trash..."

The young man continued to curse furiously, glaring at Honest Man as well. "Chen Zhong, if you can't bring me safely back to the city today, you know the consequences.

"If this Young Master loses even a single hair, your family won't have it easy..."

Honest Man's fury instantly surged, and the killing intent in his heart faintly boiled.

This bastard actually dared threaten him.

At that moment, he truly wanted nothing more than to slash this brat to death. If this brat had not wanted to kill someone and seize their treasure, how could any of this have happened?

By now, Chen Chan and the others had probably already Perished, yet this fellow did not feel even the slightest sorrow.

Instead, he cursed them as trash this and trash that.

It left his heart filled with desolation.

Unfortunately, there were times when one could not help oneself.

Honest Man, whom they called Chen Zhong, sighed inwardly.

Whoosh! Whoosh...

At that moment, two piercing whistles suddenly came from behind them. Several hundred meters away, two sharp arrows shot through the thicket forest for hundreds of meters like Meteor Chasing Moon, flying toward the two of them at once.

Lu Chuan had made his move.

Following their route of escape, he had quickly caught up to them. Just as he heard the young man cursing and threatening to wipe out his entire family, the killing intent in his heart completely boiled over.

So he acted, firing two arrows in a single second, one aimed at each of the young men.

Moreover, the angles were incomparably tricky.

One from the left and one from the right, carrying astonishing sonic booms, they arrived within a meter of the two in an instant.

"Not good! Young Master, watch out!"

Chen Zhong's expression suddenly changed. With a fierce tiger pounce, he actually threw the young man to the ground in that flash of lightning and flint. The two of them narrowly avoided the two arrows Lu Chuan had believed would certainly kill them.

"They actually dodged them. This fellow's reaction speed is even faster than Chen Chan's!"

Lu Chuan's gaze sharpened, and he was secretly startled.

However, his hands did not pause.

The bow curved like the moon, the arrows streaked like meteors.

Within three seconds, nine streaks of arrow-light sliced through the air, forming the shape of the Chinese character for "goods" as they shot straight at Chen Zhong and the other man.

Whoosh! Whoosh... Bang...

The arrows flew through the air, and wherever they passed, even trees as thick as bowls were violently pierced through and exploded apart.

Chen Zhong's face turned incomparably ugly. With a flick of his hand, a war blade came out of its sheath. He swung it so tightly that not even water could seep through, blocking arrow after arrow.

"Ah..."

A shrill scream rang out.

It was the young man. An arrow had pierced through his right thigh, pinning him firmly to the ground as blood poured out.

His shrieks were like a pig being slaughtered. His once somewhat handsome face had become incomparably ferocious at that moment.

Although Chen Zhong's blade was formidable, he still could not defend against every one of Lu Chuan's arrows.

"Chen Zhong, you damned slave! If I die, your entire family will be buried with me!"

The intense pain completely twisted the young man's face, and he could not help shrieking, "Charge over there and kill that little bastard! Kill him..."

Chen Zhong's expression grew increasingly ugly. His heart was filled with fury, but there was nothing he could do.

If not for his family, he would have killed this bastard long ago.

"Kill..."

After hesitating for only a moment, Chen Zhong let out a low roar. Carrying his war blade, he charged straight towards Lu Chuan like a Fierce Tiger that made one's heart tremble.

He had no choice but to fight to the death.

In truth, he had considered abandoning the young man and fleeing alone, but in the end, he gave up on that thought.

If he died in battle, his family could at least survive.

But if the young man died while he returned alive, not only would he die miserably—

His family would die miserably as well. Thus, he had no choice.

"Another one rushing here to die."

Watching Chen Zhong charge at him, Lu Chuan spoke coldly before raising his hand and firing an arrow.

Whoosh...

The sharp arrow streaked through the air like a meteor.

After firing one arrow, Lu Chuan showed no mercy and immediately fired another.

In an instant, Lu Chuan fired a full twelve arrows in one breath. They formed a long dragon, each arrow following closely behind the next at an extreme speed.

They carried astonishing sound barriers and stirred up wave after wave of wind.

Chen Zhong desperately swung the war blade in his hand to block them, his body darting left and right.

But Lu Chuan's arrows were simply too fast, and every one of them carried a terrifying force exceeding thirty thousand jin. Chen Zhong could block three arrows, five arrows—

But he could not block twelve.

In fact, by the seventh arrow, the war blade in his hand had already slowed. Then, in a flash, the arrow had pierced through his chest.

He gave a muffled groan as blood gushed out.

Before he could react, however, several more arrows had already shot toward him, instantly piercing through his body.

The final arrow in particular pierced straight through his throat.

At once, a spray of blood burst forth.

All Life Force had vanished from his body, and he collapsed directly into a pool of blood.

At the moment of death, Chen Zhong felt neither fear nor resentment. Instead, he felt a sense of release.

"Perhaps this is the best ending. If I die... at least my family can live..."

In the final moment of Chen Zhong's life, a thought flashed through his mind. Besides, that brute will be buried with me...

Lu Chuan's body flickered as he darted over like a Spirit Deer, arriving before Chen Zhong.

Looking at Chen Zhong, whose Life Force had completely faded, he said coldly, "I admire your courage. Unfortunately... we stand in different camps, so you were destined to die."

As he spoke, Lu Chuan narrowed his eyes and looked toward the young man in the distance.

After Chen Zhong's death, the young man had fallen into complete despair. Dragging his heavily injured body, he struggled onward, trying to escape with his life.

"Stop running. You're dead for sure..."

Lu Chuan chuckled. With several swift strides, he had already caught up and blocked the young man's path.

Looking at the young man, bedraggled as a dog, Lu Chuan felt not the slightest satisfaction. His expression remained as still as an ancient well as he drew his war blade.