Vajra Submits

The fatty's roar served as a warning.

A gust of fierce wind was already whistling.

Looking down.

Shen Yi's hand rested on the hilt of his blade, his figure like a sparrow taking flight, leaping up and arriving in the blink of an eye.

The fatty and the skinny guy were also experienced.

The two of them simultaneously stomped hard against the tree trunk with their feet, like diving into water, their bodies arching backward in a fish leap.

Clang!

Almost at the same time, Cold Night was unsheathed.

A horizontal slash.

In an instant, the blade light was like the setting moon sinking into the river, condensing into a line between the water and the sky, and like a flash of lightning, a thunderclap exploded out of nowhere.

The thick tree trunk, which required several people to encircle, snapped with a hua sound, like tofu, the cut smooth as paper.

The upper part of the tree crown made a creaking sound, and then slowly tilted with a loud crash.

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow.

These two were not the second-rate trash from before.

They had something!

His figure landed on the tilting tree trunk.

He kicked off hard.

Relying on the reaction force, his figure accelerated again, raising his blade and chasing after the two of them.

The fatty was shocked to see this. Before the two of them had landed, Shen Yi's blade had already come down on them. He hurriedly shouted:

"Get your gear!"

He reached out and swiped at his waist.

A black iron pestle appeared in his hand.

He raised his arm to block.

A muffled clang sounded.

Shen Yi's arm bulged like a rock, forcibly suppressing the man with the force of his blade, and crashed down.

With a bang, the fatty was directly cut down while in mid-air, slamming heavily into the ground and creating a deep pit.

Shen Yi used a Thousand Catty Drop.

His figure accelerated its descent, about to follow up with a finishing blow to the fatty.

However, a gust of wind suddenly arrived from his side.

It was the skinny guy who had landed steadily and immediately came to support his partner.

He held two black iron short sticks.

His arms swung like windmills.

In an instant, layers upon layers of stick shadows pressed down on him.

Shen Yi stepped on the ground, Grass Treading Flight operating rapidly, his figure sliding backward, Cold Night swung out in response.

The blade moved lightly.

The fast blade, like a sudden rainstorm and a clap of thunder, met the skinny guy's swift, eyebrow-level short sticks.

In an instant, a burst of rapid collision sounds, like a torrential rain beating against floating duckweed, echoed through the forest.

However, although the skinny guy could match Shen Yi for a few moves.

He soon fell into a disadvantageous position.

The truth was that Shen Yi's blade technique was as fast as the wind and as heavy as thunder, and coupled with the Surging Tide Art, his inner breath surged like a tide, wave after wave, as if never stopping.

Furthermore, with the explosive power and battle intent of the Array Breaker Art, the more Shen Yi fought, the more his momentum rose like the tide.

Clang!

One of the skinny guy's sticks was cut open by Shen Yi.

He couldn't block with the other stick in time!

Bang!

A black shadow flew out of the deep pit, spinning and smashing towards Shen Yi. This move was to relieve the siege by attacking what the enemy holds dear!

Shen Yi sighed softly.

He had to take this move!

When fighting against multiple opponents, the most taboo thing was to be greedy for success and rashly advance, trading injury for injury. If the opponent injured one, there was still another.

But if he was injured, it would seriously weaken his combat power.

Subsequent actions, whether fighting or fleeing, would all be forced into a passive position.

Shen Yi's mind raced, and he drew his blade, retreating to meet the incoming black shadow – it was Fatty's iron pestle.

A long iron chain was attached to the end of the pestle's handle, acting like both a whip and a hammer, combining both flexibility and strength. Shen Yi blocked it with his blade.

But the changing force within it shook him back two steps.

The battle paused momentarily.

Skinny watched Shen Yi retreat slowly, creating distance, as Fatty crawled out of the deep pit.

Shen Yi's heart stirred.

Fatty had just been sent crashing down from a great height by him.

Aside from being a bit dusty, His movements and breathing weren't disturbed in the slightest – such strong resistance to blows.

The three's eyes met.

One side was as cold as water, the other as angry as fire.

If Fatty and Skinny had initially harbored thoughts of avoiding battle and retreating, they were now truly enraged by Shen Yi.

Their anger surged.

They were determined to settle the score here and now.

Instantly.

The three leapt again, colliding with a thunderous crash.

Fatty glared like a Vajra, his body like an immovable Fudo Myo-o, his already massive frame overflowing with endless true power.

The iron pestle in his hand transformed, sometimes like an axe, sometimes like a whip, making him the main force going head-to-head with Shen Yi.

Skinny, on the other hand, was agile and swift.

Two eyebrow-level staves danced in his hands, creating layers of staff shadows, flanking and probing for Shen Yi's weaknesses under Fatty's cover.

The two coordinated seamlessly, one being fierce and the other swift, complementing each other, like a mountain collapsing and a flood pouring down.

Shen Yi immediately felt the pressure increase greatly.

This pair's coordination.

Was enough to contend against an ordinary Acquired Realm martial artist.

Fortunately, Shen Yi was also experienced.

He wielded Cold Night in response, stepped on Grass Treading Flight, and moved like a clear breeze, quickly creating distance.

Using his faster movement speed.

He moved erratically, constantly adjusting the two's positions and coordination, trying to find gaps and flaws in their teamwork.

Shen Yi had plenty of patience.

Fatty's composure wasn't bad either.

But Skinny was a bit more impatient.

After skirmishing with Shen Yi for a while.

Skinny gradually became agitated. Even though Shen Yi had been forced to retreat repeatedly by the two, darting around the forest.

They were always unable to take him down.

Once again, Shen Yi deflected the iron pestle, which was whistling like a hammer, with a blade, his figure slightly "staggering" before quickly retreating.

Skinny thought Shen Yi's defeat was imminent.

His face lit up with joy, and he recklessly advanced.

His arms spread like a roc swooping down, and the short staves in his hands stabbed down vertically like javelins.

Fatty's shout came from behind:

"Skinny, come back, he's faking you out!"

Shen Yi chuckled softly.

This was what he was waiting for. The Cold Night in his hand condensed, and an unparalleled blade intent suddenly erupted, Sixfold Wind-Thunder Slash!

"Northward Gale!"

Skinny was stunned.

The intent came before the blade, and even before the blade arrived.

He already felt a cold gale enveloping him, causing a tremor of fear from his very soul.

It was the fear of approaching death!

The next second.

Shen Yi spun around, slashing back!

The blade light that erupted in that instant was like a sudden clap of thunder, instantly filling the skinny man's pupils!

His short club couldn't intercept in time.

The blade was already almost grazing the skinny man's neck.

Clang!

At the critical moment.

A black shadow cut in, the iron pestle drawing a strange arc, attacking from the side, another instance of relieving the siege of Wei to rescue Zhao!

Shen Yi snorted coldly.

The blade turned.

Heavily struck the iron pestle, which, after receiving Shen Yi's blow, immediately escaped the fat man's control and slammed heavily into the skinny man's chest.

A dull sound like a bell rang out.

The skinny man screamed and instantly flew backward, crashing heavily into a distant giant tree.

Shen Yi, however, frowned.

Such a critical blow, coupled with the infusion of energy, would have killed an ordinary person on the spot.

However, Shen Yi still hadn't heard the system notification.

This guy was too resistant!

He pointed his long blade downwards, stepped forward to pursue, and if one strike didn't kill him, he'd deliver a few more, eventually severing the opponent's head.

The fat man was also rushing into the forest at this moment.

He helped up the skinny man, who was spitting blood, and anxiously shouted:

"Brother!"

"How are you?"

Soon, he felt Shen Yi's substantial killing intent rapidly approaching.

At this rate, the two of them were sure to die here!

The fat man's anger had long been beaten out of him by Shen Yi, and now his mind was solely focused on how to survive under this murderous fiend.

"Idiot!"

"Beg for mercy!"

In the fat man's ears, a clear, silver-bell-like female voice came from nowhere. He could only hear the voice, but couldn't see the person.