[Mission: Destroy the Ferocious Tiger Mountain bandit gang]
[Information: This gang is entrenched in Ferocious Tiger Mountain. There are about thirty bandits. The leader is suspected to be a Eighth-rank early stage warrior. They have committed crimes by burning, killing, and looting.]
[Requirement: At least Eighth-rank early stage cultivation disciple is required to receive it, and the leader's head must be surrendered as evidence.]
[Location: Ferocious Tiger Mountain (with map)]
[Reward: One hundred contribution points.]
One hundred contribution points is not very generous for Fang Han who is now Eighth Grade Martial Artist.
But what he values is not the apparent reward.
A gang of robbers that has been entrenched for many years and has Eighth Grade Martial Artist in charge may have accumulated wealth over the years that will far exceed this 100 contribution value.
This is what he really values.
Without any further hesitation, Fang Han turned around and walked towards the task registration counter.
Sitting behind the counter was a middle-aged Deacon with a stern face and slightly cloudy eyes, looking down at a thick booklet.
"Deacon, this disciple has accepted the mission of destroying the Ferocious Tiger Mountain bandit."
Fang Han handed over his Identity Jade Token with a smooth voice.
Then Deacon raised his head and his eyes stayed on Fang Han's face for a moment. There was no warmth in his eyes.
He took the jade plaque in a formal manner, scratched it on the inkstone-like object, and registered the information.
Then he took out a piece of paper from under the counter, on which the mountain topography was outlined with simple lines.
He pushed the leather map back to Fang Han together with Identity Jade Token, and said in an indifferent tone.
"The task deadline is half a month. If it is overdue or fails, you need to go to the Deacon Hall to explain the situation."
"I understand."
Fang Han took the map and the jade sign, bowed his hands, turned around and left without any hesitation.
When I walked out of the Mission Hall, the warm sunshine filled my body, which was in sharp contrast to the coolness inside the palace.
"Ferocious Tiger Mountain..."
Fang Han stood on the steps and slowly unfolded the map.
The map was quite crudely drawn. It only marked the location of Ferocious Tiger Mountain, but not the specific location of Ferocious Tiger Stronghold. Obviously, he needed to explore it himself.
He carefully folded the map and put it in his arms.
No longer staying, he moved and cast <Wind Shadow Step>. His body was like a light blue smoke, speeding along the bluestone path down the mountain, and soon reached the foot of the mountain and left the sect.
Rush towards the direction of Ferocious Tiger Mountain quickly.
Two days later, the outline of a rolling mountain range with dense vegetation appeared at the end of Fang Han's field of vision.
The mountain is not particularly steep, but it is extremely wide in scope. Dozens of mountains are connected, covering dozens of miles in radius. There are towering ancient trees, entwining vines, and deep greenery as far as the eye can see.
This is Ferocious Tiger Mountain marked on the map.
"The scope is actually so large..."
Fang Han stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the vast mountain forest in front of him, frowning slightly.
A group of robbers with only thirty or forty people is hiding here. Although it is not like finding a needle in a haystack, it is definitely extremely difficult to find.
"Whoosh!"
In a flash, he disappeared into the dense jungle.
The light in the mountain forest is dim, the air is humid, and there are thick fallen leaves under your feet. They are soft and soft when you step on them and make almost no sound.
Fang Han enhances perception to the extreme, listening in six directions and seeing in all directions, not letting go of any suspicious traces.
However, the day passed quickly.
The afterglow of the setting sun passes through the gaps between the branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow in the forest.
Fang Han stood on the branches of a giant tree, eating dry food, looking around, and frowning even more tightly.
Except for finding traces of a few long-abandoned temporary camps left by unknown people, nothing was found.
"There seems to be a secret technique in the sect specifically used for tracking and searching. I must exchange one for practice in the future."
Fang Han thought to himself.
If there are such techniques to assist, the search efficiency will be greatly improved, and it will not be like a headless fly like now.
He found a secluded cave to spend the night, meditating, regulating his breath, and recovering his strength.
The next morning, the search continued.
Time passed day by day, and in a blink of an eye it was already the fifth day.
Just when Fang Han's patience was about to be exhausted, he finally made a discovery.
Hard work pays off.
On the afternoon of the fifth day, when he quietly sneaked to a relatively secluded valley between two mountains, his nose moved slightly and he caught the faint smell of fireworks and the faint sound of human voices.
He refreshed himself, tapped his toes, and quietly climbed up a cliff like a civet cat, using the cover of dense shrubs to look down.
In the depths of the valley, dozens of simple wooden houses and sheds were built against the mountain walls. They were roughly surrounded by sharpened wooden stakes to form a simple village.
Several men dressed in messy clothes and holding weapons were lazily walking or chatting near the village gate, and some clothes were drying in the open space in the distance.
It is Ferocious Tiger Stronghold!
"No wonder this mission is obviously promising, but it is not listed as a high-quality mission. Just looking for this station has consumed so much time and energy."
Fang Han couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
If he hadn't practiced the footwork from Medium Grade to Minor Accomplishment, he could move extremely fast and be able to move very far distances in a short time, which would greatly facilitate the search.
If it were an ordinary disciple, he might not be able to find this den of thieves hidden deep in the mountains and old forests even if the half-month period expires.
"If you want to keep all the thirty people here, you have to use some means!"
Not in a hurry to take action, Fang Han was like a dormant poisonous snake, carefully looking at the layout of the village, the location of the sentry posts, and the pattern of personnel activities.
There are more than thirty people in the village. It would be difficult if they were scared and dispersed.
He decided to use assassination to kill some people quietly first.
As night fell, bonfires were lit in the village, and the noise gradually became louder and quieter. Only a few bandits standing vigil remained, holding weapons and leaning on the sentry posts to take a nap.
The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night of murder.
Fang Han was like a real shadow, using the cover of night to slide down the cliff silently, killing the people at the sentry and sneaking into the village.
He chose a wooden house on the edge, and heavy snoring could be heard from inside.
He gently cut the door bolt with his sword and ducked in.
In the darkness, I saw a robber lying sprawled on a simple bed, sleeping soundly.
"Pfft--"
Fang Han's eyes were cold, and Azure Edge Sword was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, accurately slicing across its throat.
The robber's body trembled violently, and he died without even making a sound.
Fang Han kept moving, following the same pattern, moving back and forth in the shadow of the village, taking away a life every time he made a move.
In just half an hour, more than a dozen robbers were quietly killed in their sleep or when they were alone.
"There are enemies!"
Just when he was about to continue looking for the target to assassinate, a robber who had woken up at night smelled the smell of blood and discovered the body of his companion, and immediately shouted a warning.
This exclamation was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of the night.
"Enemy attack! There is an enemy attack!"
In an instant, police whistles, exclamations, and curses rang out in the village. The originally silent village was like a hornet's nest that had been stabbed and exploded in an instant.
The remaining 20 or so robbers grabbed weapons and rushed out of their respective huts, with frightened, angry and panic expressions on their faces.
"What a pity."
Fang Han sighed secretly in his heart, knowing that the assassination stage was over.
He no longer hid, and with a flash of his body, he jumped out of the shadows and took the initiative to face the frightened bandits.
"Here!"
"Kill him!"
When the robbers saw that there was only one Fang Han and he was so young, their fear subsided a little, their ferocity was aroused, and they all rushed forward with swords waving.
However, they soon realized what despair was.
"Puff puff puff--"
Fang Han looks like a ghost, moving freely among the crowd. The attacks of robbers often cannot even touch the corners of his clothes.
And the Azure Edge Sword in his hand turned into an invitation from the God of Death.
When the sword light flashes, one person will surely fall.
Whether it is an ordinary strong man who has studied martial arts for several years, or Ninth Grade Martial Artist, there is almost no enemy in front of him.
Often when the sword flashes, the weapon breaks and blood splashes.
Screams came one after another, broken limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and the open space in the village was soon stained red with blood.
"Boy, stop being so arrogant!"
A roar like thunder came from deep inside the village.
I saw an unusually burly man with a beard on his face and a bare upper body, showing bronze skin and numerous scars. He was carrying a huge ax like a door panel and rushed over like a crazy bull.
The Internal Qi fluctuations emanating from his body suddenly reached the mid-Grade Eight, not the Eighth-rank early stage mentioned in the intelligence!
It is the master of Ferocious Tiger Stronghold--Ba Xiong!
"Grade Eight mid-term? It seems that there are some errors in the sect's intelligence."
Fang Han's eyes were slightly focused, but there was no fear.
Faced with Ba Xiong's powerful and heavy axe, which seemed to be capable of Mountain-Splitting Stone-Cracking, he did not choose to take it hard.
<Wind Shadow Step> moved with one foot, and his body flew sideways like catkins in the wind, easily dodging the axe.
At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, Azure Edge Sword turned into a cyan electric light, which pierced Ba Xiong's ribs exposed by exerting force.
Ba Xiong struck the air with an ax and hit the ground, leaving a deep pit and splashing soil.
Seeing that Fang Han Sword Technique was so fast and cunning, he was shocked and quickly blocked with his axe.
"Clang!"
The swords and axes collided, making a deafening sound.
Fang Han felt a huge force coming from him, his arms were slightly numb, and his body took advantage of the force and drifted backwards, releasing the force.
Ba Xiong was forced to take half a step back by the fierce destructive power from the sword.
"Boy, go to hell!"
Ba Xiong roared angrily and swung his ax to attack again. The ax technique was wide open and closed, with great force and force, blowing up gusts of evil wind.
Fang Han has a calm expression, using <Wind Shadow Step> and <Wind Splitting Sword Technique> to the extreme. His figure is erratic, and his sword moves specialize in the flaws and key points between Ba Xiong's moves.
Ba Xiong Kong had brute force and Internal Qi in the middle stage of Grade Eight, but he was completely restrained by Fang Han's exquisite Sword Technique and Body Movement. He was beaten to a halt, roared again and again, and soon there were a few bloodstains on his body.
But within a few moves, Ba Xiong was already overwhelmed.
Fang Han spotted a flaw and used the "Void Splitting Gold Severing" move. The sword light mysteriously bypassed the ax blade and accurately penetrated Ba Xiong's right shoulder blade.
"Pfft!"
Blood spurts!
Ba Xiong screamed and almost lost his grip with the giant axe. Knowing that he was outmatched, a look of horror and cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he turned around decisively and fled towards the dense forest outside the village.
With the blessing of Grade Eight mid-stage Internal Qi, the legs are not too slow.