Though somewhat exhausted, Wen Xiangwei was cautious by nature. When his remaining four brothers stepped forward to surround Su Bei, he still hung back and fired cold arrows from behind.
However, Su Bei's movement technique was indeed excellent. Although the arrows nearly struck him every time, he narrowly dodged each one. Sand and stones flew everywhere, making him look utterly disheveled.
But Wen Xiangwei did not think much of it. After all, he himself was running out of strength. It was already difficult enough for him to keep firing; demanding accuracy on top of that would be too much—Wen Xiangwei had never been strict with himself.
"Break his limbs first!"
"I have questions for him!"
Wen Xiangwei's low voice reached the ears of the other four. He had not forgotten about the Gene Method on this man.
"Yes, don't worry, Boss!"
The men closed in with savage expressions, their broadswords gleaming as their gazes fixed on Su Bei's limbs. They were already highly practiced in this sort of thing. Over the years, they had done plenty of it.
Otherwise, where would the money come from if they only killed people?
Wen Xiangwei watched with a smile, the greed in his eyes almost impossible to conceal. The payment for this job was already substantial, yet there was an unexpected bonus too?
But before long, the smile on his face froze.
Su Bei suddenly struck with ferocious force. The Qi Force around his body nearly condensed into substance, his body temperature abruptly soared, and white vapor burst from his skin.
Bang!
It was only a plain, unadorned punch, as though it shattered the air itself. Their third brother, that skinny monkey, had virtually no ability to resist. The blow landed squarely on his chest, collapsing his ribcage in an instant. He crashed into a massive tree and had already stopped breathing when he hit the ground.
It happened too suddenly. The others did not even have time to react.
"Third Brother!!"
"You're courting death!"
All of their faces instantly turned ugly!
Third Brother had said that after this job, he would return home and marry a wife. Who could have expected him to die here?
The three men instantly closed in from all sides!
Blade and sword Qi Force flashed, their weapons weaving a dazzling net of steel.
They had worked together for years and possessed flawless coordination. Their attacks came in an unending stream, and fueled by hatred, every strike was delivered at full strength. Sand and stones flew under their Qi Force, while grass and leaves rolled through the forest.
Yet Su Bei remained completely fearless. His blood and Qi surged like a great river. As the Emperor Sun Aura replenished him with every heartbeat, his fists erupted with dozens of punches in an instant, each burst of Qi Force immensely powerful as it collided with the three men's attacks!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
With overwhelming force, the three men's Qi Force was scattered in an instant!
The remaining force of those blasts did not diminish as they slammed directly into their blades and swords!
Three loud bangs rang out. The immense force drove all three men back several steps in an instant, each footprint sinking deeper than the last. The hands gripping their weapons trembled slightly, and their expressions changed dramatically!
"It's a trap!"
His blood and Qi were exhausted?!
How could this possibly be strength achievable with two thousand kilograms?!
Even that Martial Artist from back then had only been at this level!
The urge to retreat rose uncontrollably in their hearts.
But how could Su Bei possibly let them go now? He lunged forward, his aura reaching its peak. He stood tall and imposing, his fists seeming forged from steel, his expression cold and severe!
"Die!"
It was as though bombs exploded out of thin air. Wave after wave of fist-force Qi surged like an endless sea, cycling without rest. Veins wriggled across his arms like dragons and serpents, thick enough to be terrifying!
As the three men's faces changed drastically, they gripped their weapons with both hands and clashed against the incoming Qi Force. The impacts sent them stumbling backward again and again, their bodies shaking as blood burst from their noses and mouths.
"Let's see how many punches you can block?!"
Su Bei was like a God of War who never knew fatigue. He stepped forward repeatedly, cracking and shattering the earth beneath him. His fists fell like an endless torrential storm!
He threw nearly a hundred punches in rapid succession through the air, like firecrackers exploding all at once!
His blood and Qi were simply too abundant. Under the Emperor Sun Aura, he practically did not know what exhaustion was!
Boom!
The three men were all considered experts among Quasi-Martial Artists, but before Su Bei, they were like chicks. One man's weapon was knocked from his hand by the tremendous force, and dozens of blasts of Qi Force struck his body the next moment, flinging him about like a rag doll as blood sprayed in all directions.
By the time he landed, he no longer had any breath left.
The remaining two did not even have time to grieve. They could not last two breaths before being beaten to death by two punches, following in their companion's footsteps.
In only around ten breaths, four experts among Quasi-Martial Artists had been killed on the spot!
Su Bei's gaze passed through layers of forest cover and looked toward a spot deep within the distant woods, as though he could see the archer desperately fleeing for his life.
Boom!!
The next moment, Su Bei picked up the spear and moved. With his aura soaring, his already sturdy body seemed to grow even larger in an instant. He stomped down, cracking the ground in the blink of an eye. The earth rolled like enormous waves, as though a giant god had crushed it beneath his feet!
His body shot into the woods like a cannonball. Wherever he passed, the forest churned and dust flew!
Not far away.
A figure was fleeing madly!
No matter what, Wen Xiangwei had never expected that this so-called Spear Path Master would also possess such a vicious fist technique!
Almost at the exact moment Third Brother was killed, he had turned around and fled wildly outward.
Now, hearing no sounds behind him, he assumed his four brothers had all died on the spot. Gritting his teeth, he even pressed the emergency distress button.
Compared to being judged by the law, he wanted to stay alive more.
"Where do you think you're running?"
A voice sounded behind him.
He was already exhausted. How could he possibly run fast?
Wen Xiangwei turned around and saw Su Bei behind him, spearpoint aimed forward. Every bush and cluster of trees in his path shattered in an instant. His speed was not hindered in the slightest as he charged forward like a tyrannosaur!
"Spare me! I'll tell you who hired us!"
"I can tell you a secret!"
"Money... I have lots of money! And this bow—I can give it all to you!"
At that moment, Wen Xiangwei hated that he had not been born with another pair of legs. Perhaps then he could have run faster.
"Fool!"
Su Bei's expression darkened. "Those are all my things!"
The next moment.
The spear was raised before him in an instant. In the darkness, he seemed to merge into one with it. With a stomp of his foot, all the blood and Qi in his body was drained away in an instant.
Boom!
It was as though he had teleported. His body vanished from sight in the blink of an eye, and when he appeared again, he had already passed Wen Xiangwei by more than ten meters.
Despair filled Wen Xiangwei's heart. Just as he was about to beg again, an immense feeling of weakness suddenly surged through him.
Blood sprayed from the corner of his mouth. Looking down, he saw that at some unknown moment, a huge hole had been torn through his chest. The flesh around it was a mangled mess, as though it had been scorched black by intense heat in an instant.
Thud.
Wen Xiangwei fell to the ground, blood beginning to gush out. His eyes were filled with disbelief, as though he had never expected Su Bei to refuse even to talk.
He really did have a secret!
And only then.
A long, narrow line appeared in the air. The air then rapidly compressed and collapsed before exploding with a deafening boom!
A series of explosions tore across the ground, plowing out a half-meter-deep channel.
After taking a breath.
Su Bei's blood and Qi, which had just been drained dry, instantly overflowed once more. He stepped forward and crushed the receiver with a single thrust of his spear.
Only then did he pick up the longbow lying nearby. Once he held it, he realized how heavy it was. It looked ordinary, yet it weighed several hundred pounds.
It had not been easy for Wen Xiangwei either. He was already exhausted, yet still unwilling to throw it away.
Su Bei casually slung it over his back. Wen Xiangwei had kept it for him for so long; it was time for it to return to its rightful owner.
He used the spearpoint to search Wen Xiangwei's body, but there was indeed nothing else. Desperate criminals valued money above everything else. Even in death, they were unwilling to give it to others, so how could they carry anything valuable on them?
But when Su Bei looked toward his chest, he froze.
On one side of the torn-open chest, a patch of skin had flipped outward. There seemed to be writing beneath it. He bent down and tore it off directly, ripping away that layer of skin.
There were several symbols he could not understand, along with an illustration. It looked somewhat like a page from some book.
Wen Xiangwei had directly pasted it onto his skin. The back was almost the same color as flesh. If Su Bei had not happened to pierce through his chest with that spear thrust, he likely would never have discovered it.
"Is this the great secret he mentioned?"
Su Bei directly swallowed an Intelligence Enhancement Pill. In only a short while, he had memorized all of its contents. Then his spearpoint danced, shredding the booklet of unknown hide into pieces.
"Secrets are best kept hidden in the heart."
"You carried it around with you. If you didn't die, who else would?"
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