Outside Vanke Dream City, a nine-man Martial Artist squad was moving slowly forward. The weakest among them was an Elementary Warlord Level Martial Artist, and two High-Level War Generals were even accompanying them.
"Hmm? That's the sound of a snake—and a powerful one."
An old man with graying hair spoke up among the nine.
A thick snake tail, as wide as a man's waist, lashed toward Ji Yun and Luo Feng like lightning. At the same time, the intact head on the right lunged at the two Indians wielding curved blades. The two Indian Martial Artists sprang five or six meters into the air with a whoosh, grabbing the window bars of a nearby apartment building. But the snake head kept pursuing them, crashing into the building. Its weathered, fragile load-bearing wall collapsed at once, nearly burying them alive.
The thick tail lashed toward Ji Yun, but instead of being alarmed, he was delighted. It seemed the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake had yet to realize just how much power he could unleash.
Ji Yun held his breath and charged forward, dragging his spear. When the distance between him and the tail was only a few meters, he twisted his body and unleashed 3.2 times his strength, thrusting his spear forward. A rapidly swirling gust gathered around the weapon and drove its point straight into the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake's tail.
The tremendous impact sent the spear tip forward at incredible speed, while the concentrated wind accelerated it further. In an instant, it pierced a deep, bleeding wound into the snake's tail.
The Double-Headed Black-Line Snake cried out in pain, its massive body thrashing wildly. Both heads abandoned the two Indian Martial Artists and charged straight at Ji Yun.
"Luo Feng!"
Ji Yun shouted.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Luo Feng sent two flying knives hurtling forward.
The Double-Headed Black-Line Snake instinctively sensed the threat. It clearly remembered that one of those flying knives had wounded its mouth. The pain had been unbearable, making it even more furious.
Luo Feng appeared to throw the two knives by hand, but the moment they left his fingers, they were completely controlled by his Psychic Energy, their speed soaring to an astonishing level. The others could only make out two blurry streaks of cold light sweeping toward the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake!
Both knives shifted course slightly, though neither changed direction by much. And because the knives were far faster than sniper bullets, no one else could tell they had veered off course.
Knowing Luo Feng was a Psychic Master, Ji Yun had already made his decision.
Ji Yun swung his spear backhanded into the wounded head on the snake's left. The powerful jolt kept the Black-Line Snake from dodging in time.
One of the flying knives skimmed past the left head, but the other struck it. From the start of the fight, Luo Feng had released six knives, and every one had targeted the left head. Now it was covered in blood, its wounds frighteningly severe.
"Hiss, hiss!"
The Double-Headed Black-Line Snake let out an angry hiss. But the two humans before it were formidable: one matched it in strength and speed, with wind that seemed to tear through the air surrounding him; the other hurled knives from a distance. No matter how hard it tried to dodge, they somehow kept hitting.
"Nice!"
On the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake's flank, the Indian Leader, who was holding an alloy staff, shouted excitedly. While the snake was busy pursuing Ji Yun, he took advantage of its predicament, jabbing at the head on its right with blow after rapid blow. The snake didn't dare take the alloy staff head-on and could only keep dodging.
The other two Indian Martial Artists, each wielding a huge curved blade and a shield, joined Gao Feng in attacking the snake at close range. First, they wanted to stop it from using its tail against Ji Yun, Luo Feng, or the Indian Leader. Second, they wanted to strike the snake's vital point!
For snakes, the seven-inch point was their weakness.
The giant snake was confident in its defenses, but it still didn't dare let Ji Yun and the other two attack its vitals. Its tail lashed and coiled in turn, doing everything it could to deal with them.
However, the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake also knew that its scales couldn't stop Ji Yun's thrusts. The moment the swirling, concentrated wind touched them, it began to cut through—several times more powerful than an ordinary thrust.
Whoosh!
Luo Feng jumped behind Ji Yun and said, "Brother Ji Yun, you and the Indian attack the head on the right. Make sure it can't move."
"Got it."
Ji Yun didn't waste words. He sprang forward, fully unleashing his Conception of Wind. His speed was already approaching the speed of sound, and in the blink of an eye, he was near the snake's right head.
Gao Feng suddenly raised his shield in front of him and slammed into the snake's body several times. With the great hammer on his back, he kept closing in on the head on the left, using his shield to disrupt the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake's movements.
"Yah!" The Indian Leader suddenly let out a low growl, his face flushed red as the blood in his body surged to its limit. For a moment, he looked like a legendary Buddhist arhat. The staff in his hands suddenly moved much faster, and he charged at the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake as if he didn't care about his own life. His staff reached its peak speed, and in an instant, dozens of staff shadows crashed down!
Two of those dozens of blows struck the head on the right. The massive head swayed, seeming dazed, then slammed onto the ground with a crash.
"Good!"
Ji Yun shouted as he moved his spear. Dragging it, he leaped into the air and built up momentum, using the wind to propel himself at tremendous speed. The spear tip even broke the sound barrier, and its immense penetrating force struck the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake's right eye.
With a squelch, Ji Yun pinned the head on the right to the ground. The flesh around the eye socket was mangled by the Wind Blade.
At the same time, Gao Feng, who had been close to the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake, roared, "Die!" He put all his strength into swinging his heavy hammer, sending it crashing toward the snake's left head like a cannonball. The head immediately tried to dodge. Luo Feng's eyes flashed, and he focused all his Psychic Energy on the hammer, instantly accelerating it!
The Double-Headed Black-Line Snake couldn't dodge in time and took the hammer blow squarely on the head. With Gao Feng's full strength and Luo Feng's Psychic Energy aiding him, the impact was immense. The snake's left head was dazed and fell to the ground. It could no longer get back up, though its huge body still thrashed wildly. Its left head even snapped at Gao Feng on instinct!
With a thwip, a black flying knife burst through the ground and shot straight through the gash on the left side of the snake's face, burying itself in its head!
With a thud, the bald, burly Indian Leader struck the Double-Headed Black-Line Snake's seven-inch point with his alloy staff, smashing it into a bloody pulp! The snake was already dead, but its huge body continued to twitch and writhe involuntarily until, at last, it lay still.
"Good!"
"You take half, we'll take half!" the bald man said to Ji Yun and Luo Feng.
Ji Yun glanced at Luo Feng and said, "All right. We'll split the scales, too."
Then Ji Yun went over to Luo Feng and Gao Feng, and the three of them began cutting open the head on the left.
"Brother Ji Yun, you're really strong. Can I ask how old you are?" Gao Feng was clearly puzzled. Luo Feng's strength was understandable, since he was a Psychic Master, but Ji Yun was an ordinary Martial Artist. How could he be so young?
"Eighteen," Ji Yun replied with a faint smile. "Do you think I'm young?"
"Wait. Someone's coming." Ji Yun suddenly looked up, warily watching one direction. Gao Feng and Luo Feng knew how keen his senses were, so they stood up as well and cautiously followed his gaze.
Nine human Martial Artists approached in the distance, most of them Asian. As soon as they saw the enormous snake carcass on the ground, they immediately judged its value: well over a billion. The enormous fortune made greed show in many of their eyes.
"Please step away!" the Indian Leader said in halting Mandarin.
Ji Yun frowned and quietly watched the nine people approaching. Six of them wore identical uniforms. There was also an old man, a tall white man, and a mixed-race young man.
"Haha, Gao Feng, you've actually teamed up with the Indians. Tsk, tsk... Still, it's impressive that you managed to kill this Double-Headed Black-Line Snake." The squad leader in uniform sneered. "If you know what's good for you, get lost. The Thunder Squad might spare your lives. Otherwise... well, don't blame us. Oh, this is Senior Liu, our squad leader. This is Mr. Kalon, our deputy squad leader."
Ji Yun's eyes turned cold. He spun his spear a few times, producing a piercing sonic boom.
The old man and the white man couldn't help but grow serious, but the mixed-race young man in the middle spoke up.
"This is my first time in City 003. This prey belongs to me. You can leave now," the young man said with a smile.
"Anyone who tries to steal my prey... dies!" the Indian Leader said in a low voice. The two Indians beside him, who wielded huge curved blades, were also seething with killing intent. Had it been easy to kill a Double-Headed Black-Line Snake? First, it was rare to encounter such a precious mutant monster. Second, this fight had taken a lot out of them.
"What squad are you from?" Ji Yun asked, looking at the six people behind the others before dismissing them completely. He could tell the mixed-race young man was the real leader.
"We're the Thunder Squad," the middle-aged squad leader who had spoken earlier quickly answered.
"Not bad. Two High-Level War Generals." Ji Yun looked over their positions and relaxed. Casually, he added, "I was asking who you are—the one in the middle. Not you."
"You!" the middle-aged squad leader snapped.
"My father is Li Yao." The mixed-race young man still wore a smile.
"Vulture Li Yao?" Ji Yun's expression shifted slightly.
"And who might you be, young master?" The old man, who looked like a butler, cut in before the mixed-race young man could answer. Anyone who knew of Vulture Li Yao had to have a War God backing them. Picking a fight with a War God would be extremely bad for them.
"I'm Ji Yun of the Limit Dojo."
Ji Yun nodded. "For your father's sake, I won't make things difficult for you today. You can ask your butler and bodyguard whether either of them thinks they can beat me—or whether they can deal with our snipers while your two High-Level War Generals keep me occupied."
"Leave now, and we can part in peace. If you try to take the spoils by force, even Li Yao's name won't help you."
"Uncle Liu." The mixed-race young man looked toward the old man with graying hair. The old man gave Ji Yun a serious look, then turned and spoke quietly to the young man. "Young master, I'm certain this young man is close to, if not already, a War God. He has an aura of Conception about him. I've only ever sensed that in my master. If my senses are right, our squad wouldn't be able to get away from him."
"A young powerhouse like this must have a formidable backing. He may even be connected to a Beyond War God within the Limit Dojo. Since you wanted to test yourself, you should fight on your own."
The mixed-race young man looked at the old man, then turned to the white man. The white man nodded solemnly as well. Clearly, the aura of Conception Ji Yun had released put them under tremendous pressure.
His father had strictly ordered him—
In the Wilderness Zone, he had to obey his two bodyguards.
"All right, let's go," the mixed-race young man ordered reluctantly.
Before long, the nine members of the Thunder Squad had left.
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