Chapter 92: Tragic

Lei Qing and Zuo Qianqian had always cooperated tacitly. Seizing the unmissable opportunity, their feet flashed continuously, moving unpredictably as if treading on thunder. The Treasure Sword “Lian Zhan” in his hand was like a bolt of lightning, resembling a Flood Dragon emerging from the sea, dancing gracefully and blooming with rays of light as it struck towards Zong Wuji.

His offensive was fast and fierce. Although Zong Wuji was strong, under Lei Qing’s rapid attacks, he could only block continuously for a moment.

Moreover, Lei Qing was not alone. Although his subordinates were not extremely power ful, they were still a small force. Miao Renjie, Zuo Qianqian, and the others, due to the large gap in strength, did not dare to step forward to surround and attack. Instead, they used the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow to shoot rapidly at Zong Wuji.

The power of the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow was extraordinary; it could easily pierce through wood as thick as a thigh. Even if Zong Wuji wore inner armor and condensed Fighting Qi into Gang Qi to protect his body, it would be extremely difficult to withstand the amazing penetration power of the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow.

In the Tianlan Empire, twelve well-trained Thousand-Mechanism Crossbowmen could kill a Silver-rank powerhouse after forming a formation. This was the very reason why various forces coveted the standard-issue Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow of the Tianlan Empire.

Only Li Sanba, who was as burly as a bear, would fear not even a Silver powerhouse when his madness broke out. Carrying a wolf-tooth club weighing one hundred and fifty pounds, he charged forward and smashed it towards the opponent’s head.

The force was immense; even a large rock would be smashed apart. But his opponent was ultimately Zong Wuji, a Mid-stage Silver powerhouse from the Poison Eagle sect.

Zong Wuji snorted coldly and did not clash head-on. He spun his body and dodged the attack sideways. At an extremely strange angle, his claw stabbed towards Li Sanba’s neck.

Clang~

Lei Qing’s Treasure Sword “Lian Zhan” arrived just in time and deflected his almost inevitable stab. It scared the reckless Li Sanba into a cold sweat.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~”

Zuo Qianqian led the Personal Guards and fired the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbows together. Six or seven sharp arrows whistled through the air. At close range, the accuracy and impact of the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow were extremely strong.

Even a powerhouse like Zong Wuji did not dare to take it lightly. His body and mind were nimble, his twin claws flying; either twisting his body to dodge or using his claws to deflect. The six or seven crossbow arrows all missed.

However, when Zong Wuji was fully dealing with the crossbow arrows, he exposed a flaw. Lei Dong stepped forward and leaped up. Using his sword as a blade, he chopped down with the speed of wind and lightning.

Amidst a booming thunderclap, the blade light formed a bright ribbon, with an unrivaled and domineering power.

Zong Wuji, with his Fighting Qi obstructed, reluctantly blocked with both claws. With a loud clang, he was forced to stagger back two steps by the immense force Lei Qing had accumulated.

Li Sanba, that reckless fellow, saw an advantage. He raised the wolf-tooth club with both hands and swept it across. In the crisis, Zong Wuji still twisted his body at an unbelievable angle and thrust his claw out to hastily block.

But he ultimately underestimated Li Sanba’s strength. In terms of pure strength, perhaps even some ordinary Bronze-rank powerhouses were slightly inferior.

Moreover, the impact force of a one-hundred-and-fifty-pound wolf-tooth club being swung was astonishing.

With a loud “boom,” Zong Wuji felt as if he had been slapped by a giant bear. His wrist was numb and painful from the shock, and he retreated two or three zhang before dissipating the terrifying impact force.

Since his debut, it was the first time Zong Wuji had suffered such an insult. He originally thought that he was just dealing with a Bronze-rank pretty boy and a handful of miscellaneous soldiers. Wouldn’t it be an easy task? But unexpectedly, as soon as the fight started, he suffered repeatedly. As the disciple of the Eagle King of the Ten Thousand Eagles Stream and a Mid-stage Silver powerhouse, even a small miscellaneous soldier dared to strike at him.

Immediately, Zong Wuji let out a sharp scream, his figure moving like a hurricane, killing towards Zuo Qianqian and the others. He believed that those miscellaneous soldiers holding strong crossbows posed too great a threat to him.

Lei Qing tapped his feet continuously, chasing after him like a thunderbolt. In his hand, “Lian Zhan” shot out streaks of dark blue sword radiance, hissing loudly.

It was the first time Zong Wuji encountered such a troublesome Bronze-rank kid. Although that kid seemed to be at Bronze Peak. But in his concept, this kind of kid could be dealt with in seven or eight moves, ten at most.

Unexpectedly, Lei Qing’s toughness far exceeded his imagination. He did not know that Lei Qing’s cultivation, swordsmanship, body techniques, and Fighting Secret Art had all grown through repeated life-and-death grindings. Moreover, although the Tianlan Lei Family was no longer glorious, its foundation was still very thick.

Relying on the Lei Family’s “Three Changes of Heavenly Thunder,” two Holy Rank powerhouses had appeared among their ancestors. This itself showed that the Lei Family’s Fighting Qi Technique was quite meritorious and not mediocre.

Clang, clang, clang, amidst a string of metal clashes. Lei Qing forced Zong Wuji to stop, but Zong Wuji’s dark blue, cold sharp claws also tore Lei Qing’s leather armor with a “rip” sound.

Fortunately, his rhinoceros hide soft armor had good defense, and he retreated quickly; the claws passed almost against the skin of his chest. The sharp Wind Fighting Qi cut into his muscles.

After one attack nearly succeeded, Zong Wuji attacked Lei Qing with dancing claws and laughed wildly: “Kid, since you seem like a bold character, don’t stop me from taking Li Baobao, and I will spare your life.”

Lei Qing’s strength was not weak, but his opponent was ultimately a very powerful Mid-stage Silver. Not only was he fast, but his strength was also immense. Every time Lei Qing deflected a claw, his wrists felt a bit numb. He had to wield “Lian Zhan” until light radiated everywhere, impenetrable, barely blocking while constantly retreating to dodge. Being able to barely withstand was already difficult; he was suppressed so much that even speaking was hard.

If Lei Qing were to face Zong Wuji alone, he would definitely lose without winning. The difference in realm and strength suppressed him completely. But he was not fighting alone. Zuo Qianqian and the others caused great trouble for Zong Wuji with the Thousand-Mechanism Crossbow, requiring him to block or dodge from time to time.

This gave Lei Qing a chance to breathe, and the Treasure Sword “Lian Zhan” bloomed with rays of light.

On the side, Li Baobao was extremely worried for Lei Qing. But she herself had Fighting Qi cultivation but very poor combat experience. She knew clearly that if she rushed up, she would not only not help but also bring negative trouble to Lei Qing. She was not good at using crossbows, so she had to nervously hold a sword and watch the battle.

Zong Wuji could not win after a long battle and felt that the longer it dragged on, the more troublesome it would be. Immediately, he changed his tactics again, bursting out a few ruthless moves, forcing Lei Qing to retreat. Then he turned around like a falcon, waving his sharp claws and pouncing straight towards Li Baobao. Anyway, his goal on this trip was simple, which was to kill Li Baobao. As for that troublesome Lei kid, he originally intended to spare his life.

Following his rapid movement, Lei Qing’s face sank like water, and he clung to him like a maggot on a bone.

“Kid, go to die.” Zong Wuji was also truly angry. He shrunk his shoulder muscles and took a crossbow bolt head-on. With a “puff,” the sharp arrow penetrated his shoulder by a third.

At the same time, his right claw stabbed into Lei Dong’s lower abdomen at a tricky angle. With a bang, he kicked Lei Qing more than a zhang away, and Lei Qing fell onto the gravel ground with a muffled grunt. If it weren’t for the fear that framing others would not work well if the culprit died, Zong Wuji would definitely not have just added a kick just now. But those two attacks just now were probably enough for that kid to endure. He wouldn’t be able to get up for a while. He was very confident in his own strength.

“Boss~”

Lei Qing’s group of Personal Guard brothers, seeing Lei Qing severely injured, roared in anger one after another. They abandoned their crossbows and drew their swords, roaring and rushing forward.

“You are looking for death, heh heh.” Without Lei Qing, that troublesome guy, entangling him, Zong Wuji was like a hunting falcon returned to the sky, happy and free, and no one could stop him. Although his shoulder was injured by the crossbow arrow, it did not affect his strength too much.

His sharp claws flew, and with a puff, they stabbed into the chest of a Personal Guard. He stirred it viciously and brutally crushed the guard’s heart with his claws. Amidst the guard’s painful and terrified expression, Zong Wuji seemed to find some pleasure, his eyes revealing a cruel and excited color, laughing wildly.

With a backhand wave of his claw, he deflected several scimitars, his twin claws flying. The Personal Guard captain, Miao Renjie, only had time to retract his abdomen. The sharp claw entered his stomach by three inches and pulled across. As blood spattered, his intestines flowed out.

“Ao ao, bastard.” Li Sanba, with red eyes and a face full of hideous grief and anger, waved his wolf-tooth club and smashed it fiercely. But his opponent was not Black Iron-rank, nor Bronze-rank, but Mid-stage Silver.

Zong Wuji grinned ferociously twice, swayed his body, and easily dodged the blow. Intending to torture Li Sanba a bit, his claws danced up and down like performing acrobatics. Hissing sounds cut across his body. In just an instant, he left dozens of claw marks, half an inch deep, on his body.

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