Chapter 179: Chapter 178: You’re Not Mistaken?

"What in the world is he doing? Has he gone mad?!"

"Is he going out for revenge? Does he really think that after parrying one sneak-attack arrow from afar, he can just charge into their ranks and fight?!"

"Youngsters shouldn’t be so full of themselves!"

"..."

As they watched Wu Chen disappear from the top of the wall, he reappeared in the next instant, already heading straight for the mountain forest, leaving only his fading silhouette behind. On the ramparts, the crowd stared blankly, their hearts pounding wildly.

The scene erupted into an uproar.

No one thought Wu Chen was trying to escape. After all, even if he wanted to get out, he would still have to break through the encirclement of countless hordes of villains.

And these brigands, who had gathered from all corners in response to the "Hero’s Call," would never let someone who had slipped out of the manor get away so easily.

But no matter what Wu Chen had planned, everyone still felt his actions were almost certain death.

After all, by defending from the top of the wall, they could buy time for the old master of Qingfeng Manor to complete his seclusion. Even if rocks fell from above like meteors, they could still be dodged with a bit of caution.

Even if the brigands attacked all at once in close-quarters combat, they could rely on the height of the walls and support each other. They had no reason to fear this band of crooks.

But to charge out into their ranks all by yourself? What was that all about?

He was asking to be killed!

The people on the section of the wall near where Wu Chen had been looked at one another and all shook their heads.

"..."

The sharp clang of a blade striking refined iron echoed far into the distance. The brigands on the hillock had also clearly seen the spear-like iron arrow get knocked aside. Their eyes widened abruptly, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"He dodged it?!"

"He didn’t dodge it, he parried it with his blade!?"

"With just one hand! And he didn’t even move an inch!"

"..."

On the hillock, the group of men rubbed their eyes vigorously. They couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed and were sure they must have seen it wrong.

After all, they knew full well the power behind that arrow.

"Hmph! He just got lucky. There’s no way he can block my next one!"

The burly leader scoffed dismissively, but his face was visibly flushing red. Clearly, the missed shot had gotten him heated.

You have to understand, an arrow from his bow, drawn to its fullest, could pierce through three armored warhorses standing side-by-side!

Though he had only drawn the bow about a third of the way, the force behind the arrow should have been more than enough to pierce through that person’s body.

Over the years, countless people had been cut in half at the waist or had their chests pierced by his bow from afar, dying without ever even seeing his face.

But he never thought he would suddenly miss today.

And in front of so many of his lackeys and other fighters from the martial world!

He turned his head and bellowed at a nearby lackey, "Bring me another arrow!"

"..."

His voice was thick with fury. The lackey didn’t dare get on his bad side and quickly fetched an arrow from the side.

But just then, someone cried out in panic:

"Boss, that kid ran away!"

"Ran away? Heh, I knew he was just pretending to be fine!"

Hearing this, the burly man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had regained his lost face, and chuckled.

"How could a little whelp like him block the force of that arrow with one hand! The feeling of his Qi and Blood churning in his organs must be unbearable!"

"Now he’s afraid of my second arrow and finally knows to flee in a panic. But is it too late?"

He looked toward the manor wall, searching for the leisurely figure who had been holding a book just moments ago.

As long as the target was still in his line of sight, he was confident his second arrow would be fatal.

But a quick scan revealed no trace of the figure from before.

’Did he hide inside the manor to tend to his wounds?’

"Did you see where he ran?" he asked the lackey beside him who had just shouted.

The lackey nodded, his face grim. "I saw."

"Where did he run?!"

"He’s running... toward us..."

"..."

As his words fell, silence descended upon the small hillock outside Qingfeng Manor.

"Are... are you sure he’s running toward us?"

"I’m sure..."

Although he had seen it clearly—the figure leaping from the wall and heading straight for their position—the lackey himself couldn’t believe someone would be so bold.

After all, there were at least thirty men on this hillock!

The strongest among them was their leader, who was at the Initial Realm of the Blood Coagulation Realm. The weakest were at least in the Jade Bone Realm.

Facing such a situation, charging in alone was nothing short of suicide!

’So why can’t I suppress this panic rising in my heart?’

"Uh..."

Upon hearing this, a trace of panic also appeared in the burly leader’s eyes.

The target hadn’t fled; he was launching an attack!

This was beyond his expectations.

It also meant the man was extremely confident in his own strength, believing he could slaughter all twenty or thirty of them here.

"You didn’t see wrong?" The leader’s mouth suddenly felt dry as he asked for confirmation once more.

"..." The lackey was speechless.

Seeing their leader’s expression, the men behind him grew tense. They gripped the hilts of their blades, their eyes constantly scanning the surrounding woods, watching for any movement.

They were on high alert for a sudden attack.

But then they remembered there were thirty of them, so the group didn’t panic too much.

After all, it was thirty against one. The advantage couldn’t be more obvious.

’Could he really slaughter all of them in the space of a single breath?’

However, as their eyes swept over the surrounding woods, they heard no footsteps, let alone saw any sign of the approaching man.

But they didn’t dare lower their guard, listening intently for any sound in their surroundings, wary of a sudden killing blow.

"So, did you see him or not!" After a dozen breaths had passed and the surroundings remained perfectly quiet and peaceful, the leader angrily questioned the lackey again.

But at that moment, an unfamiliar voice rang out, reaching everyone’s ears and answering for the lackey:

"He did not."

As the voice faded, a figure landed lightly in their midst, drawing everyone’s attention.

"How arrogant! Everyone, get him! Kill this reckless bastard!"

The leader looked at the stranger who had landed among them, immediately drew the saber from his waist, and roared.

Although they had gathered under the pretext of a "Hero’s Assembly," they were actually just a bunch of petty thieves engaged in sordid looting. There was no honor to speak of.

They certainly had no foolish notions of engaging the newcomer in one-on-one duels.

Only the living could be heroes!

With a single command, thirty men charged toward Wu Chen at once.

But Wu Chen was not flustered. He waited until the crowd drew near before unhurriedly drawing his blade and slashing down.

WHOOM! WHOOM! WHOOM!—

As the dark red blade descended in a seemingly ordinary motion, a piercing sound emanated from its edge.

The sound was inescapable, impossible to hide from. The instant the first sharp note rang out, within the space of a single breath, more than half of the men present collapsed, their eyes rolling back in their heads as blood trickled from their mouths and noses.

Blood Evil Blade Technique!

The six drops of essence in Wu Chen’s body spun wildly. The aura from his five viscera surged and roared like a pack of tigers and wolves, as if it would tear itself from his body and charge into battle as a wild beast!

Amplified by such a formidable aura, the power of the Blood Evil Blade Technique magnified several times over, easily shrouding an area of twenty zhang on the hillock in a hellscape of ghostly wails.

With just a single downward swing of the blade, everyone on the scene had their eyes roll back, except for the leader, the one in the Blood Coagulation Realm, who could barely remain upright.

"Such methods, Qingfeng Manor! To think you’d hire a demon from the Blood Slaughter Sect!" Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he knelt on the ground. Though he wasn’t dead, he no longer had the strength to fight.

SWISH!

Wu Chen couldn’t be bothered to waste another word on him. The blood-red blade flashed across the man’s neck, and the burly leader collapsed limply.

He picked up the ink-black iron bow lying beside the burly man, along with the quiver containing a dozen or so iron arrows.

After a quick search of the bodies.

Overjoyed, he sped off down the hillock toward Qingfeng Manor.

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