Fierce Battle

Wei Xuanfeng made his decision at once, drew his saber, and prepared to charge at Elder Mo.

With the wolf demon no longer a threat, only one Blackwater Mosquito remained.

Elder Mo's cultivation was only at the Martial Disciple Realm!

Now was the perfect time to get rid of him!

"Xuanfeng, go, now!"

Jiao Yu was already locked in a fierce struggle with Duan Hai. Seeing that none of the three had left, she snapped in anger.

"Beauty Jiao, you should worry about yourself!" A sudden roar rang out. Duan Hai leaped into the air, his Xiuchun saber striking toward Jiao Yu from an exceptionally vicious angle.

Jiao Yu dared not split her attention any further. The most urgent matter was to deal with her opponent first; only then could she help her three subordinates.

Steadying her mind, Jiao Yu raised her saber and counterattacked.

They traded blows, and in the blink of an eye, they had exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Duan Hai's saber technique was swift and relentless. Even though Jiao Yu had sparred with him many times, she was beginning to find it hard to endure.

When the two figures separated, Jiao Yu swayed where she stood, clearly having suffered a small loss.

"We can't wait any longer. Attack!"

Seeing this, Wei Xuanfeng immediately charged toward Elder Mo.

To capture bandits, first capture their leader. If they took down this old man, they would no longer need to fear Duan Hai.

At his command, Wen Shihan hid behind Wei Xuanfeng like a shadow and charged out alongside him.

Meanwhile, Fox Murong leaped onto a tree branch, nocked an arrow, and stood ready to provide support at any moment.

Though the three usually bickered and looked down on one another, when it came to battle, their coordination was still excellent.

"You ignorant brat, do you really think I'm a soft persimmon to be squeezed?"

With a flick of his wrist, Elder Mo sent a dagger sliding from his sleeve.

Facing Wei Xuanfeng's Xiuchun saber and Wen Shihan's meteor hammer, he showed no fear at all.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three arrows arrived before Wei Xuanfeng, shooting toward Elder Mo.

Elder Mo's dagger whirled through the air. Amid a clamor of clang, clang, clang, every arrow was knocked aside without harming him in the slightest.

"Take this!"

Seizing an opening, Wei Xuanfeng slashed at his opponent's ribs.

Elder Mo's mouth twitched. He once again displayed that bizarre movement technique, evading the slash while countering with a backhand strike toward Wei Xuanfeng's neck.

His first strike having failed, Wei Xuanfeng's momentum did not diminish. Rather than defend, he attacked again.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his neck, the Li Fire Pearl flew out from a corner and knocked the dagger away.

Yet Elder Mo remained utterly calm. He retrieved his dagger, employed his movement technique, and continued trading blows with Wei Xuanfeng.

However, after clashing head-on for over a dozen exchanges, Elder Mo gradually found it hard to breathe. The aftereffects of using a secret art to drive the Blackwater Mosquitoes into killing one another were beginning to flare up as well.

He hurriedly parried left and right. After several aggressive attacks forced Wei Xuanfeng back, he sprang out of the battle.

"Good boy, you've improved quite a bit again!" Elder Mo said, gasping for breath.

"Cut the crap. Die!"

Wei Xuanfeng attacked again, determined to kill his opponent today.

It was no wonder his killing intent ran so deep. This Elder Mo was inferior to him in cultivation, strength, and speed.

Yet relying on his seasoned combat experience, he had somehow managed not to fall behind in battle.

If he let such an enemy escape today, Wei Xuanfeng feared he would never know peace again, neither sleeping nor eating soundly!

"You ungrateful brat. Today, I'll let you be buried here—Golden Light Talisman!"

Facing the imposing Wei Xuanfeng, Elder Mo directly pulled out a talisman.

In the blink of an eye, golden light covered his entire body.

"Another talisman!"

Wei Xuanfeng had seen Gongsun Jin's talismans before and knew how powerful these things could be.

But he had poured all his inner force into this forward charge. If he retreated now, he would surely suffer internal injuries.

There was no choice. He could only grit his teeth and press on!

Facing Wei Xuanfeng's overwhelmingly fierce slash, Elder Mo directly reached out and grabbed the blade.

A teeth-grinding screech of friction rang out. Wei Xuanfeng, charging forward at full speed, was forcibly brought to a complete stop by that single grasp, unable to advance even an inch further.

Looking at Elder Mo's golden-glowing hand, Wei Xuanfeng was secretly shocked.

After all, he had used blade aura in that strike!

Even Jiao Yu, if she took this slash head-on, would at the very least lose half her palm.

Yet Elder Mo had only suffered a long cut. The power of that talisman was truly tyrannical.

However, Wei Xuanfeng seemed to have anticipated this outcome. He swept his embroidered spring saber aside, drawing Elder Mo's hand away, while his right fist—long since poised to strike—crashed toward the other man's chest.

Before the fist even reached him, the howling wind it carried already made one's eardrums ache faintly.

Elder Mo did not dare be careless. He hastily circulated his inner force and thrust out his other palm, intending to dissolve the force of the punch.

Fist and palm collided. Wei Xuanfeng felt the force in his fist gradually being deflected away, and a cold sneer rose on his lips.

"Let's see how many more punches you can take!"

Then he swung his fists, one punch after another, his inner force surging from his fists into the other man's palm like colossal waves.

When it came to stats, at the Martial Artist realm, he feared no one!

Pfft!

When he dissolved the ninth wave of force, Elder Mo could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and hurriedly retreated.

Wen Shihan had been standing guard beside Wei Xuanfeng all along, observing in secret.

The moment she saw Elder Mo injured, she faithfully followed the principle of striking while the iron was hot—no, while the enemy was sick, taking his life. Her figure flashed, and the Li Fire Pearl smashed toward Elder Mo's head.

Seeing Wen Shihan attack, a sinister grin flickered across Elder Mo's face even as he was still vomiting blood. Both palms struck out from an unimaginable angle.

Rather than shattering his skull, the Li Fire Pearl was redirected by his clever force and hurled back at Wen Shihan even faster.

"Playing meteor hammers before this old man? Little girl, you're still far too green!"

As he spoke, the Li Fire Pearl had already slammed into Wen Shihan's chest.

That single blow sent her flying several yards away. Judging by the blood spilling from her mouth, she had clearly suffered serious internal injuries.

Wen Shihan had simply been unlucky. Elder Mo's signature martial art in his youth had been the meteor hammer. Otherwise, even against Wei Xuanfeng, Wen Shihan would have been capable of protecting herself. How could she have suffered such a crushing loss the instant they met?

"This old man will slaughter you, little girl, first!" Elder Mo roared. With a flash of his bizarre movement technique, he closed the distance between them. Then he extended both palms and pressed them toward Wen Shihan's chest.

Wen Shihan immediately cried out inwardly that things were bad. Today, she would likely die here.

Suddenly, an immense pulling force came from her side, dragging her several yards sideways by brute force.

Elder Mo's movement technique was bizarre, and although Wei Xuanfeng could not catch up to him, by sheer coincidence the Li Fire Pearl had landed right beside him.

Without hesitation, he snatched up the Li Fire Pearl and violently pulled Wen Shihan to his side.

"You fall back first. I'll kill him!"

Seeing Elder Mo relentlessly continue his attack on Wen Shihan, Wei Xuanfeng hurriedly shielded the girl behind him, circulated his inner force, and met the attack head-on.

Having just exchanged blows with Wei Xuanfeng, Elder Mo had already witnessed his martial arts and naturally did not dare be careless. He focused with utmost concentration, sweeping out both palms as palm shadows filled the sky.

"Boy, let this old man show you his Thousandfold Wave Palm."

"You old bastard, you sure have plenty of tricks! You think I'm afraid of you?"

Wei Xuanfeng did not use his embroidered spring saber either, instead meeting him head-on with his fists.

His fists possessed none of those flashy techniques. On the surface, his moves appeared plain and unremarkable, but every punch struck with overwhelming force!

The longer Elder Mo fought, the more alarmed he became. He had intended to use his several extra decades of martial experience to wear down his opponent.

Instead, the other man's fists grew heavier and heavier, pounding mercilessly at him one blow after another as if he never knew fatigue.

After more than a dozen exchanges, Elder Mo felt a dull ache in his chest and nausea rising in his gut. He had clearly already sustained minor internal injuries.

"Fists fear the young and strong. Boy, this old man admits defeat."

Elder Mo found an opening and leaped out of the battle circle in a single step.

"Old man, you really know how to joke." Wei Xuanfeng said, breathing heavily. "This isn't a martial contest between you and me. It's a fight to the death!"

"Yes, a fight to the death..." Elder Mo gave a self-mocking smile. "Then don't blame this old man for winning dishonorably!"

The moment he finished speaking, Wei Xuanfeng felt an itch on his neck.

He turned around and his scalp instantly went numb.

That exquisitely beautiful Blackwater Mosquito was clinging to his neck...

Frenziedly sucking his blood!