The Situation Turns Unfavorable

"Young Master Wang, something's wrong. How is Qin Heng holding his own against Brother Long?"

The people on Wang Peng's side finally noticed something was off.

Qin Heng was fast and powerful. Although his moves did not look particularly refined, at least in terms of presence, he was not losing to Qian Feilong!

With Jin Wenxin assisting from the side, the two of them against one had even forced Qian Feilong into defense, leaving him unable to attack.

"How could this be? That's impossible!"

Wang Peng frowned deeply, unable to believe that Qin Heng was actually this formidable.

"Ah Long, stop holding back. End this quickly!" he shouted.

Qian Feilong was utterly depressed. "I'm not holding back! This guy's strength is at least 1,400 kilograms. He's no weaker than me. Hurry up and come at him together!"

Wang Peng: ...

The situation had exceeded his expectations and was becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

But Wang Peng remained calm. With a wave of his hand, he ordered, "All of you, attack!"

"Attack!"

"Don't hold back! Kill them if you can!"

Everyone moved.

Wang Peng's squad had seven people. Including himself, they all charged into the battle.

Qin Heng's squad did not stand idle either. Even the injured Zhao Dongxing and Huang Jiancheng joined in.

For a time, blades and swords clashed, fists and kicks flew, and bursts of metallic ringing and thunderous impacts echoed without end.

Qin Heng had found his rhythm.

Less than twenty seconds after the battle began, he had recovered the exhilarating feeling from when he had fought the Blood Claw Demon Wolf.

Facing Qian Feilong, who came from the War God Martial Hall's Elite Class, he felt tremendous pressure—more pressure than when facing the Blood Claw Demon Wolf!

This man was incredibly fast, his moves fierce, his angles of attack exceptionally tricky. With a slender sword in hand, he was like one of those martial arts masters from television dramas, each strike swift as lightning and impossible to guard against.

But Qin Heng was no soft persimmon either. The moment he entered battle mode, he found his own rhythm. He dodged his opponent's lethal attacks while searching for flaws, not seeking merit, only seeking to avoid fault.

"How can your strength be so great?" Qian Feilong could not help asking during the fight.

When their weapons collided, he could clearly feel that Qin Heng's strength was no weaker than his own.

Qin Heng chuckled. "I took divine medicine."

He was mocking Wang Peng's slanderous accusations.

But to Qian Feilong, it sounded no different from the truth.

After all, other than divine medicine, how could anyone increase their strength from 900 kilograms to 1,400 kilograms in just one week?

"Even with divine medicine boosting you, you'll still die!" Qian Feilong snarled, an inexplicable fire rising in his chest.

For a genius, the thing they liked most and hated most was encountering another genius.

When they were happy, other geniuses were good companions who spurred one another forward and worked hard together.

When they were unhappy, those people were enemies stealing their spotlight!

And right now, Qin Heng was an enemy—the man he wanted to kill!

"Die!"

Qian Feilong's attacks became increasingly ferocious, forcing Qin Heng to retreat again and again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Among the fourteen people locked in fierce battle, many attacks struck the walls and pillars of the three-story building.

The already ruined walls gained many more cracks and gaps, looking ready to collapse at any moment.

"Qian Feilong must have learned refined combat techniques. He has almost no openings..."

"Fortunately, he's getting desperate. The more anxious he is, the more flaws he'll reveal. I still have a chance."

Qin Heng's mind was highly focused as he analyzed his current situation.

Just then, Huang Jiancheng suddenly shouted, "Qin Heng, run! We can't hold on much longer! Ah!"

A scream rang out.

Already injured, Huang Jiancheng faced a War God Martial Hall student slightly stronger than himself. He did not last long before being defeated, kicked flying, and slashed across the chest. His Combat Suit split open, blood streaming out.

"Brother Huang!" Qin Heng's heart jolted at the sight.

The next second, Zhao Dongxing was also knocked back and crashed into a pile of rubble.

"This is bad!"

Even without Qian Feilong, his injured companions were no match for Wang Peng's squad!

Qin Heng's thoughts raced as he considered a solution.

But how could he think of one so quickly? This was a battle of life and death, not a chess match. There was no time for hesitation!

"How dare you lose focus in battle?"

Qian Feilong's voice sounded beside his ear. Qin Heng's brief distraction created a gap in his defense, and a ten-centimeter gash immediately appeared along the outside of his left arm.

"Qin Heng, die! Hahaha!"

Seeing that the situation favored him, Wang Peng immediately abandoned his opponent to the others and charged over with his weapon.

"This is not good."

I have no chance against two opponents. Wang Peng's target is me. If I lure them both away first, my teammates will still have a chance!

The thought flashed through Qin Heng's mind. He immediately swept his blade sideways to force Qian Feilong back, then turned and rushed toward the Abandoned Highway.

"Trying to run? Chase him!"

Wang Peng and Qian Feilong pursued without hesitation.

Everyone else stopped fighting when they saw this.

"What do we do?"

The War God Martial Hall students were somewhat lost.

"We should chase them too!" someone said.

"Chase your mother! We're not done fighting yet!"

The next second, battle erupted again. Jin Wenxin and the others understood Qin Heng's intentions, so naturally they would not let such a good opportunity slip away.

It had been six against six just now, and with injured members among them, they had been no match for Wang Peng's squad.

Now it was six against five. If they still lost, wouldn't they be complete trash?

The group gritted their teeth and launched a frenzied assault, tangling up their opponents and giving them no chance to join the pursuit of Qin Heng.

Enduring the searing pain of the slash across his chest, Huang Jiancheng roared, "Take down these dog bastards first, then we'll go help Brother Qin Heng together!"

"Let's risk it all against them!"

"Heavenly Dao Martial Hall is the strongest!"

The melee was fierce, and for the moment, neither side could determine a victor.

Meanwhile, Qin Heng sprinted at full speed, racing toward the Forest outside the town as fast as he could.

Wang Peng was dead set on killing him. Qian Feilong feared that Wang Peng was no match for him, so even though he knew their teammates behind them had been thrown into a five-against-six situation, he could not turn back.

"What should I do? I might have had some chance against Qian Feilong alone, but now it's one against two. My odds of winning are slim..."

Qin Heng thought as he ran.

This was a battle to the death, not child's play. He was extremely tense as well.

Martial warriors were fast. Before long, the three figures had charged out of the Abandoned Town.

Ahead lay a stretch of Green Field, its terrain a chaotic mess.

I'll enter the woods and see if I can shake them off. Qin Heng plunged straight in.

"Young Master Wang, do not enter a forest when you encounter one. Let's pursue him another time," Qian Feilong advised.

Without even thinking, Young Master Wang cursed angrily, "No! I have to kill him today! If I can't deal with Fang Lingxue, don't tell me I can't even kill some poor brat like him!"

"But..."

Qian Feilong still wanted to persuade him, but Wang Peng had already chased inside.

The wilderness outside the town was covered in low shrubs, making travel extremely difficult.

Qin Heng's mind was highly focused, but his speed still slowed uncontrollably.

The distance between him and his pursuers was closing. At their current speed, they would catch him in no more than a breath.

Whoosh!

Qin Heng crossed a patch of Vine Ground. Borrowing the momentum of his charge, he leaped up, using the surrounding tree branches and trunks for support as he sprang forward faster.

Wang Peng and Qian Feilong passed through the same spot only one second later.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

That patch of thick vines suddenly moved!

Rustle! Rustle!

The previously slack vines abruptly tightened the instant Qian Feilong and Wang Peng stepped into them!

No, more precisely, they had begun tightening when Qin Heng stepped over them. But Qin Heng had been too fast and shot out at once, so they had failed to catch him.

When Wang Peng and Qian Feilong arrived, they happened to step into the tightening vines and were caught red-handed.

"Not good! Blood-Sucking Vines!"

Qian Feilong recognized the vines at a glance. His expression changed drastically as he hurriedly swung his sword to slash at them.

"What Blood-Sucking Vines?"

Wang Peng's feet were bound, throwing off his balance. With a thud, he fell to the ground.

Qian Feilong said, "They're Demon Plants. Once they wrap around someone, they'll suck them into a dried corpse. Even Intermediate Martial Warriors find them difficult to deal with. Quick, cut them apart with sharp blades and escape!"

As he spoke, he struggled desperately to free himself.

"What? This..."

Wang Peng's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly drew his blade to save himself.

But the Demon Plant gave him no chance. One Blood-Sucking Vine after another rapidly coiled around him, binding both his hands. Even though he gripped his weapon, he could not make a slashing motion.

Wang Peng was terrified beyond measure. His eyes widened as he cried for help, "Ah Long, come help me!"

"I can barely protect myself!" Qian Feilong was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Hearing the commotion behind him, Qin Heng looked back.

Seeing this scene, he could not help but laugh. "Heaven really is helping me!"

But the next second, he could no longer laugh.

Because he discovered that terrifying vines like these were everywhere around him!