The person was wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled low over their head, obscuring their eyes. They were also wearing a black face mask.
These aren't the main points; the main point is the long needles hovering around him.
He is Spirit Master!!!
" Spirit Master?!" The masked men were all taken aback, exchanging bewildered glances, each seeing shock on the other's face.
While everyone was still stunned, Jiang Fan rushed to Ye Qizhen's side and reached out his hand.
"Thank you." Ye Qizhen took Jiang Fan's hand and was pulled up. After that, he stared at Jiang Fan's face and looked him up and down.
"Stop looking, let's go!" Jiang Fan said in a low voice.
"Mm." Ye Qizhen nodded.
"Want to leave? Not so easy!"
It must be said that these masked men were incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Jiang Fan and Ye Qizhen.
They moved quickly, and Jiang Fan was just as fast.
His pupils narrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
The next second, a long needle shot out with a "whoosh" towards one of them.
" Bing 81! Watch out!" C-32 shouted.
Upon hearing this address, Jiang Fan's eyes showed surprise.
The last time I heard this code name was when Tang Guo was kidnapped.
According to the Crazy Old Man, those people were Apostles of Justice of the Church of Justice.
So, are all these people in front of us also so-called Apostles of Justice?
While he was thinking, Jiang Fan continued to act. The three Eight-Legged Hedgehog Pig rapidly changed angles, circling around the group. Their speed, strength, and tricky angles were clearly superior to the throwing knives Ye Qizhen had just used.
Therefore, given the current situation, it's clear to anyone with eyes that Jiang Fan's Psychic Power is far superior to Ye Qizhen's.
"Where on earth did this Spirit Master come from?! And he's so powerful!" Bing 81 looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Yeah, Ancheng is such a tiny place, and they've already got two Spirit Master here!"
C-32's icy gaze sharpened, and he said, "Kill them all, leave no one alive."
"We know!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist approached Jiang Fan.
Ye Qizhen quickly warned, "Be careful not to let them get close!"
However, the warnings were completely useless. Facing two Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist at the same time, with a Late-Stage First Rank martial artist supporting him from the side, Jiang Fan, who only had three long needles, was simply unable to defend himself.
Jiang Fan regretted it. He should have pulled out more quills when he was hunting the Eight-Legged Hedgehog Pig a while ago.
Despite his thoughts, given the circumstances, it was already quite an achievement to steal three long thorns from Yang Xiaoqiang and his group without them noticing. Moreover, that Eight-Legged Hedgehog Pig had escaped from the Demon Beast Research Institute, not one of those stray animals found in the wilderness. If he had stolen too many, he would inevitably have been discovered by the people at the institute.
The two masked men were already close. Jiang Fan didn't have time to think and directly pulled out an F-grade alloy broadsword from his spatial ring.
The knife was obtained from the man he killed Bing 78.
"That knife belongs to Bing 78!" Bing 81 recognized it at a glance.
"Damn it! So it was you who ruined our plans and killed Bing 78 last time!"
The person named Bing 81 roared angrily, and seemed to have a good relationship with Bing 78.
Bing 81, wielding a large sword, slashed down at Jiang Fan.
"Go to hell!"
In their view, although Jiang Fan was a Spirit Master, like most Spirit Master, his physical condition was poor; to put it bluntly, he was fragile.
Who knew--
"Clang!" The sound of metal colliding was exceptionally loud.
Jiang Fan exerted force, which instead sent the opponent's knife flying.
In that instant, Bing 81's eyes widened in disbelief, like copper bells.
Not only him, but everyone, including Ye Qizhen, could not believe their eyes, feeling as if they were in a dream.
They could all see that Jiang Fan's qi and blood were definitely not up to the standard of Martial Artist, yet he only parried once and knocked away the weapon of Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist. This was simply too unbelievable.
Just as everyone was surprised, Jiang Fan showed no mercy and slashed out again, hitting Bing 81 squarely in the waist.
With a "splatter--", blood splattered everywhere.
The Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist clutched his chest, quickly retreated several steps, and finally collapsed, severely injured.
"Damn it! I'll kill you! Kill you!" Another Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist pounced on him.
Having learned his lesson from his companion, this Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist dared not underestimate his opponent and used all his skills, even employing martial techniques.
However, no matter how he attacked, Jiang Fan blocked it with ease. Moreover, while defending, he could also occasionally use unexpected moves to suppress him.
Watching the flashing swords and the increasingly ferocious Jiang Fan, who was practically transforming into a human-shaped fighter jet, Ye Qizhen stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.
Is this a fragile Spirit Master? Are you sure it's not a tank?
With just his physical body, blood, and martial arts skills, he could fight Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist to a standstill, and gradually gain the upper hand.
Good heavens! Is he dreaming?
Huh? Ye Qizhen suddenly realized something very important.
The opponent's martial arts technique, with its leg speed like a whirlwind, looks more and more like the Lan Family's Phantom Gale Leg.
But isn't the Lan Family's Phantom Gale Leg a secret technique? How does he know it? Could he be a member of the Lan Family?
No, no. Ye Qizhen stared at it for a while longer and found that the martial arts technique used by the other party was somewhat incompatible with the Lan Family's Phantom Gale Leg.
But overall, they still look very similar, so what's going on? Is it really the Lan Family's Phantom Gale Leg?
Just as Ye Qizhen was questioning life and the world, three long needles suddenly attacked the Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist from three different tricky angles.
"Watch out!" C-32 shouted as he rushed towards Jiang Fan, ready to rescue his companion at the first opportunity.
However, just as C-32 rushed forward, the three long needles suddenly changed their trajectory and shot towards him.
Jiang Fan shouted to Ye Qizhen, "Go! I'll hold them off!"
Although Ye Qizhen felt that the other party had come to save him, and it would be unethical for him to leave like this, given the current situation, he couldn't let down the opportunity that the other party had worked so hard to secure for him.
Moreover, it is clear that, having been injured and rendered unable to fight, he is nothing more than a burden and a liability to his opponent.
"Brother, hold on, I'll call reinforcements right away!"
Without wasting any time, Ye Qizhen immediately took off running.
"Not good!" C-32 said urgently when Ye Qizhen was about to disappear from sight, "You go after Ye Qizhen, I'll deal with this kid."
"Good."
The Middle-Stage First-Rank Martial Artist withdrew from the fierce battle with Jiang Fan and chased after Ye Qizhen.
Meanwhile, C-32 got into a fight with Jiang Fan.
After only a dozen or so rounds of "ping-pong and clanging," Jiang Fan was starting to struggle.