At their leader's shout, the remaining Blood Wolf Bandits immediately fled in a blind panic.
"Don't pursue a cornered foe. Getting the goods delivered comes first!" Seventh Uncle said. He first gave Zhao Feng a stunned look, then immediately went to check their casualties.
Meanwhile, Zhao Feng examined the Hidden Force expert he had knocked down earlier. He found a money pouch and a Cowhide Scroll on the man and casually tucked them into his robe.
"Junior Brother Zhao, you..." Wei Yuan approached, still shaken. He was already at a loss for words.
Zhao Feng's performance had utterly stunned him. Facing more than ten charging riders, he had calmly drawn his bow and nocked his arrows, taking down almost one man with every shot.
To be honest, when Zhao Feng received Top Grade in archery and horsemanship during the Martial Examination, some candidates had grumbled that archery was merely for show. Its effectiveness in real combat, however, was astonishing.
With one bow, one saber, and a pair of fists, he had wiped out an entire squad alone.
Wei Yuan had to admit that he now truly understood how far the junior brother he had brought into the school had surpassed him-and in only a year.
"Senior Brother Wei, are you all right?"
"I'm fine..." Wei Yuan shook his head. Thanks to Zhao Feng turning the tables on their attackers, the brief battle had ended quickly.
No one from the Wei Family had died. Three Bright Strength Martial Masters were wounded, one seriously, while more than half the ordinary guards had also suffered injuries.
Still, this was a blessing amid misfortune. They could call it a resounding victory.
At that moment, Seventh Uncle came over and removed the mask from the Hidden Force Blood Wolf Bandit Zhao Feng had killed.
"Hm?