"Captain, there's someone ahead!"
A small hill five or six hundred meters from Wang Dali.
The red-haired woman watched Wang Dali's figure through the sniper scope, then turned and spoke gravely to the middle-aged man in black combat gear behind her.
The middle-aged man immediately put his eye to the sniper scope.
Magnified through the high-powered scope, the badge on Wang Dali's chest identifying him as a Martial Artist was clearly visible.
The middle-aged man's expression darkened, and his brows knitted tightly.
"He's actually a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist. From the looks of him, he definitely means no good. He might even be here to rob us!"
"Damn, this guy's clearly an old hand. We're just outside the city defense army's patrol range, and this is also the only road back to the city! No one will discover it if we kill him!"
"Then what do we do, Captain?"
The red-clad woman also looked grim as she asked.
The middle-aged man thought for a while, rubbed his temples, and helplessly spat out one word:
"Wait!"
"There aren't many Peak Level 1 Martial Artists in Xujiang City. We definitely aren't his match, so we can only wait for him to leave on his own."
"Let's just hope no unlucky bastard passes by here."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he saw the red-haired woman fall silent, her face filled with speechlessness.
The middle-aged man looked at her in confusion and asked:
"What is it?"
The red-haired woman pointed at the scope and helplessly spread her hands.
"Captain, that unlucky bastard you mentioned is already here..."
"And it's the same young man we saw earlier..."
At sunset, at the end of the winding road.
A tall, upright figure carrying a long blade appeared there.
The young man's eyes shone like stars, his brows sharp as swords and his gaze bright as starlight. The setting sun cast his slender body into a long shadow.
It was Li Ziyu, returning from the Wilderness Area.
In the end, he had not chosen to drag the ferocious beast's corpse back alone. He planned to return and find Tang Xuan, asking him to contact someone to bring it back.
"Huh? Why is this person sitting in a car? And why is he blocking the road?"
Li Ziyu looked at Wang Dali sitting atop the off-road vehicle, and his brows instinctively furrowed.
Still, where others sat was their own freedom, and Li Ziyu had no interest in meddling.
He moved to the side and prepared to walk around him.
But just as he took a step, Wang Dali, sitting atop the off-road vehicle, suddenly opened his tightly shut eyes. His gaze burned as he fixed it on Li Ziyu and slowly spoke:
"Li Ziyu, you've finally come. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
As he spoke, Wang Dali picked up the machete in front of him and pointed its tip at Li Ziyu.
"Hand over the secret on you, and I'll spare your life!"
"Don't think that just because your blood-qi test was 5.99, you can foolishly resist!"
"I'm a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist with a blood-qi value of 11 and Combat Power of 1,300. Killing you will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!"
As if to prove his strength, Wang Dali pointed at the Peak Level 1 Martial Artist badge on his chest, then stomped his foot.
A thunderous boom rang out.
The wreckage of the off-road vehicle beneath his feet seemed to be crushed by tremendous force. It let out an unbearable creak as it twisted and deformed.
"See that? This is the power of a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist!"
Wang Dali's expression was vicious. Threateningly pointing the blade tip at Li Ziyu, he continued advancing toward him.
Li Ziyu stared expressionlessly at Wang Dali as he drew closer.
When Wang Dali had walked to within ten meters of him, Li Ziyu suddenly spoke in a flat tone:
"I see it. He really is weak..."
"Hmph! Good that you see it. Now behave and—what?!"
The corners of Wang Dali's mouth had already curled upward, his face full of smugness.
But after hearing Li Ziyu's words clearly, he seemed to think he had misheard. His expression froze.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly."
"I said..."
Li Ziyu remained expressionless. His lowered right hand reached behind him and gripped the hilt.
Then he suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing as he looked toward Wang Dali, and abruptly drew his blade!
"I said a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist is truly weak!!"
"Gale Slash!"
Clang!
Li Ziyu's arms suddenly surged with strength.
Advanced Bull Body Tempering!
Intermediate Blade Technique!
Intermediate Movement Technique!
Combat Technique: Gale Slash!
Li Ziyu's blood qi surged through his body like a raging torrent, thunder rolling as the force of his blood qi gathered entirely in both arms.
This was the first time he had attacked with all his strength!
With the enhancement of the Advanced Body Tempering Method, his blood-qi power had already been refined to a terrifying degree!
Under ordinary circumstances, he could shatter stone with a single punch. Even an Arm Blade Tiger, whose defenses rivaled steel, could be killed with one slash.
Not to mention that he was using a blade now—and that this slash was empowered by Intermediate Blade Technique, Intermediate Movement Technique, and Advanced Bull Body Tempering!
Even Li Ziyu himself had no idea how powerful this slash had become.
As the blade-light, resembling lightning across the night, slashed toward Wang Dali, his face filled with terror, and every hair on his body suddenly stood on end!
Li Ziyu's slash actually gave him the feeling that there was nowhere to dodge!
Wang Dali hurriedly raised his blade to block.
But before he could even lift it, he felt a chill at his neck.
Then he saw a pair of booted feet. Above the shoes was a headless corpse gushing blood.
"This... Why do they look so much like my shoes?"
"Why can I see my shoes from this angle?"
That was Wang Dali's final thought before his vision went black.
Wang Dali.
"What a penniless bum! And he was even a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist."
Li Ziyu rummaged through Wang Dali's body for a while.
Aside from a weapon forged from Level 1 Asma Alloy, his wallet contained only a few hundred-yuan bills. Other than that, it was completely empty.
He wondered how Wang Dali had managed to get by. How could a Peak Level 1 Martial Artist be this poor?
Li Ziyu lifted his foot and viciously kicked Wang Dali's corpse.
But just as he raised his foot, he stopped himself.
"Hm!? What's going on? I'm not usually this irritable!"
"Why am I whipping a corpse????"
"I've gained at least hundreds of thousands. I should be happy, and besides, this is the first person I've ever killed. Why don't I feel anything at all???"
"Instead, I feel like it wasn't quite enough!!?"
Li Ziyu froze, suspicion and uncertainty flickering across his face.
He felt that something was wrong.
Li Ziyu had just prepared to turn around when he suddenly raised his head and looked toward a certain direction. He shouted coldly:
"Who's there! Come out!"
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