Captain Li spoke up in warning.
"Su Fei, be careful. Zhao Feiying has trained his Crimson Fiend Fist for twenty years and is close to the Major Accomplishment Realm. With those Mysterious Iron Gauntlets, its power is another thirty percent stronger."
Captain Li had the best relationship with Su Fei. Afraid that Su Fei would suffer a loss, he drew his saber and wanted to step forward to help, only for Zhao Feiying to strike the back of his blade with a blast of Innate True Qi.
Clang!
The Spring Embroidered Saber was jolted from Captain Li's hand. He felt a scorching force spread up his arm, while pain tore through his chest. Staggering backward, he crashed into a tent pole.
Seeing Zhao Feiying's brutality, it was clear that the Qingzhou Army's deputy commander had earned his reputation.
The other Imperial Guard Hundred Households Officers who had wanted to step forward and help all hesitated, remaining where they stood.
"Overestimating yourself."
Zhao Feiying snorted coldly without slowing his attack. His fists crashed toward Su Fei's face like a raging storm.
Su Fei's gaze sharpened as the Nine Yang Divine Art circulated at full force, a faint golden glow appearing in his palms.
Dragon Appears in the Field.
A golden palm shadow surged forth like rolling waves, colliding with Zhao Feiying's Crimson Fiend Fist.
Zhao Feiying felt a vast force wash over him. The force around his gauntlets instantly collapsed, and his arms went numb.
Zhao Feiying's face was filled with shock.
"Impossible! We're both in the Xiantian Realm, yet I am the Qingzhou Army's Number One Xiantian!"
Su Fei had no intention of showing mercy.
Soaring Dragon in the Sky.
A long dragon's roar rang out.
Golden dragon-shaped Qi spiraled upward, carrying the roar of a dragon as it blasted toward Zhao Feiying's chest.
Zhao Feiying hurriedly crossed his arms before him, erupting with all his Innate True Qi.
Then came a crisp crack as the Mysterious Iron Gauntlets were torn apart by the Qi.
His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.
His hair hung loose and disheveled.
He looked as wretched as wretched could be.
"What kind of palm technique is this?"
Zhao Feiying struggled to stand, only to find his chest caved in and his True Qi scattered. He was already severely injured, his eyes filled with unwillingness and shock.
Su Fei slowly walked over to him.
"A palm technique that takes your dog life."
Before Zhao Feiying's despairing eyes, Su Fei lightly struck his dantian with a palm, completely crippling his Martial cultivation.
Then, as a Hundred Households Officer stepped forward to bind Zhao Feiying's hands with rope—
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for completing the Arms case mission! You have received the Floating Light Shadowy Movement Skill and sixty years of cultivation. Would you like to claim them now?
No rush.
Feeling the True Qi in his dantian completely vanish, Zhao Feiying's face turned ashen. Yet madness burst forth in his eyes as he called out to the White Lotus Envoy, who was still locked in battle with Commander Feng.
"White Lotus Envoy, save me and get me out of here! I know every deployment position in the Qingzhou Army. I, Zhao Feiying, am still useful! I'll join the White Lotus Sect right now. Take me away, and I'll tell you everything."
He knew all too well the Imperial Guard Heavenly Prison's methods of torment. Falling into their hands was worse than death.
Hearing this, the White Lotus Envoy glanced at Zhao Feiying, sprawled on the ground, from the corner of his eye.
After hesitating for a moment, a cold smile curled across his lips.
"You can't even defeat someone at the same level. The Divine Sect has no use for trash. At a time like this, what value do you still have?"
As soon as the words fell, he thrust both palms out. Gray Qi condensed into an enormous white lotus.
The white lotus exploded directly, fierce wind scattering in every direction and forcing Commander Feng back again and again.
Taking advantage of the opening, he suddenly leaped up and struck the tent above with one palm.
The tent was ripped apart by the palm wind, revealing the night sky.
The White Lotus Envoy tapped the wooden beam atop the tent with the tip of his foot and shot into the darkness like a great bird, leaving behind only a chilling voice in the air.
"Feng Changqing, your Stone Splitting Hand is passable. The next time we meet will be your death day."
"Long Teng, listen well. The White Lotus Sect's poison is not so easily cured."
"And you, Su Fei. I think highly of you. We'll talk again next time."
Su Fei was speechless. Brother, at a time like this, you were already preparing to flee, yet you still wanted to recruit me?
"White Lotus Envoy, don't run! We haven't decided the victor yet!"
Commander Feng was both anxious and angry. He had fought this fellow for so long without being able to take him down, while Su Fei had effortlessly crippled Zhao Feiying.
Compared side by side—
His face burned with embarrassment. Seeing his opponent trying to flee, he immediately gave chase.
The tent instantly fell silent.
Long Teng had originally been forcing himself to remain standing. Now that he saw the White Lotus Envoy escape, his mind relaxed, and the poison within him erupted at once.
With a thud, he collapsed to the ground. His face was dark green like ink as he gasped for air in great mouthfuls.
"Commander Long!"
Several Imperial Guard Hundred Households Officers hurried forward, taking out the antidote pills they carried and feeding them to him.
Even after swallowing all the pills, Long Teng's complexion showed no improvement. Instead, it grew even more frighteningly black.
The several Imperial Guard Hundred Households Officers looked at one another.
Long Teng weakly waved a hand.
"It's useless. This poison is extremely potent, so don't waste your efforts. If it can poison a Grandmaster like me, ordinary antidotes simply cannot cure it."
At that moment, Su Fei walked over.
"Commander Long, let me try."
Without waiting for Long Teng to agree, Su Fei helped him up.
He pressed both palms against Long Teng's back, circulating the Fifth Layer of the Nine Yang Divine Art at full force. A stream of pure Yang True Qi poured into Long Teng's body like a warm current.
Wherever it passed through his meridians, the black poisonous Qi entrenched there melted away swiftly, like ice and snow beneath the rising sun.
In only a few moments, the dark green color faded from Long Teng's face, and the congestion in his chest eased considerably.
Long Teng clearly felt a powerful, masculine force circulating within him, forcing the remaining poison out of his body bit by bit.
Long Teng was shocked and delighted, greatly taken aback.
"What fine internal energy, young friend Su. I never expected that at such a young age, your internal cultivation would be so profound. I truly do not know how you cultivated it."
"I have seen many outstanding young talents in Qingzhou, but you are the first so exceptional that I have ever encountered."
Su Fei withdrew his palms and rose.
"Just some crude internal energy that happens to have a little detoxifying effect. Commander Long, you flatter me."
Long Teng struggled to sit up, his gaze upon Su Fei full of gratitude and admiration.
"Young friend Su, great kindness needs no thanks. I owe you a great favor. Should you ever have need of me in the future, the Qingzhou Army from top to bottom will never refuse."
He now somewhat understood why Commander Feng valued this young Banner Officer so highly.
At such a young age, Su Fei had already reached the Xiantian Realm, proving that his martial talent was exceptional.
He was skilled at solving cases, and even his internal energy was so extraordinary that it could cure poison. A talent like this had an immeasurable future ahead of him.
When traveling the martial world, what one feared most was poison—drugged powders, narcotic smoke, and other underhanded tricks.
Should one carelessly fall for them, one would be left at another's mercy.
Captain Li stepped forward and looked at Zhao Feiying, whose cultivation had been crippled and who lay sprawled on the ground like a dead dog. He spoke in a deep voice.
"Su Fei, how should we deal with this man?"
Su Fei glanced at Zhao Feiying, his tone calm.
"Wait for Commander Feng to return, then take him back and throw him into the Imperial Guard Heavenly Prison."
"Excellent. Our Imperial Guard Heavenly Prison will certainly let him understand what true suffering is."
Not long afterward, Commander Feng returned. His face bore an indelible look of dejection, and a few blades of grass clung to his robe.
He cursed under his breath.
"That bastard got away."
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