Chapter 962: [709] Ignite, may the force of fortune be upon me! (Thanks to Dan Liunian for the reward and support)_2 Chapter 962: [709] Ignite, may the force of fortune be upon me! (Thanks to Dan Liunian for the reward and support)_2 The youth with dreadlocks glanced over and snorted coldly, “Don’t worry about me, I can handle this guy–”
Suddenly, his complexion changed.
Why was his Vitality declining?
What had happened?
He looked up sharply.
A longsword had pierced through his throat in an instant.
Pei Jinye pulled out the sword without even glancing at the corpse and turned around, continuing to take advantage of the chaos to hunt werewolves.
“Him?!”
The three figures not far away were all dumbstruck.
“Luke is dead?”
“Just one sword?”
“Who exactly is that man?”
“A Swordsman from the Summer Country…”
The three of them had grave expressions on their faces.
“The King is still exchanging blows with the werewolf leader; what do we do now?”
“We can’t let that Swordsman from the Summer Country go; his swordsmanship is so powerful, he must have a lot of valuable possessions. If we could kill him and present his head to the King…”
Before the young woman with the exotic dress and lip piercings could finish speaking, a frightful sword tip suddenly pierced through her chest.
The two Pitan subordinates showed expressions of astonishment.
No one expected the change to happen so swiftly.
It was even less expected that the Summer Country Martial Artist would kill so openly at their home ground.
“You’re looking for death!”
The man with the White Tiger tattoo on his left arm roared, and the air in front of him crackled, his whole body erupting like a volcano, the airstreams hot and dry.
However, when he charged at Pei Jinye, he saw a scene he would never forget.
Amidst the overwhelming turbulent airflows, a figure stood in the air, hands clutching the hilt of the sword, slashing down with extremely brutish force!
“Boom!”
His arms blocked the sword.
The ground around him shattered violently!
It wasn’t his strength that was exerting force.
It was the sword on his arm!
Such power!
Almost in an instant, a roar like thousands of angry dragons surged into his mouth and nose.
Hundreds of Sword Intents pierced through his body.
That man exploded into a mist of blood on the spot.
The remaining person had already sensed that something was amiss and turned to run.
But he didn’t manage to get far before a thunder-like piercing sound erupted behind him, and a rainbow of Sword Qi almost broke the sound barrier, unexpectedly stabbing through his chest.
“You–”
The force of the sword pulling out forced the man to turn around.
His eyes, wide with unwillingness, stared at Pei Jinye.
He didn’t even have time to say a word before a flash of white light and a head hit the ground.
After quickly looting three Spiritual Medicines from the body, Pei Jinye left swiftly without looking back.
He enveloped himself in Wind Blades and swept towards the werewolves.
[Vitality +8+11+12+23…]
Ten seconds passed.
Breaking sounds appeared, and several Second-level and Quasi-Second Level Martial Artists with such auras descended.
Seeing the corpses at the scene, they all had shocked expressions.
“These are Pitan’s people!”
“Their actions were decisive, an almost crushing victory!”
Pei Jinye kept moving, but in actuality, he hadn’t gone very far.
Pitan and Werewolf Des were both fighting over the treasures here, yet Pei Jinye was unclear about the nature of the treasure.
But logically, a treasure that could make these two First level Strongmen fight, how could it possibly be a common thing?
Lurking on the outskirts,
Pei Jinye continuously reaped the lives of werewolves.
However, this also attracted the covetous eyes of many.
So he simply transformed into a werewolf.
He stealthily killed his way through.
Suddenly a strong, burly Werewolf blocked Pei Jinye’s path, sniffing around him; before it could say anything, Pei Jinye’s Short Blade had already pierced through its head.
[Vitality +85]
The sudden scene left the surrounding werewolves completely baffled, not knowing what had happened.
Pei Jinye mimicked a Werewolf’s Howl, and before more powerful werewolves noticed this place, he skillfully “fooled” a Werewolf Team.
Group member count: 36!
Five minutes later, Pei Jinye returned and stealthily “fooled” away another Werewolf Group member.
As time went on.
Werewolf Des, who was engaged with Pitan, sensed something was off, turned his head and howled; his top general quickly left.
Soon after,
Warning whistles sounded from a distance.
Des immediately became furious.
His gaze almost shot out flames as he stared harshly at Pitan, clearly suspecting all this was Pitan’s doing.
On the other side,
Pei Jinye, accompanied by Wuzi and Heaven God, was reaping the lives of Fierce beasts getting in the way.
Completely unaware that he had just drawn disaster away, successfully making Pitan the old man take the blame.
Meanwhile, being pressed by Des’s attacks,
Pitan also started to struggle.
Retreating again and again with his men.
Suddenly, his eyes picked up, sensing a familiar Sword Intent.
“It’s that Swordsman from the Summer Country!”
He turned and said, “Have you figured it out?”
“Luke and the other two were all killed by the sword… If it isn’t unexpected, it should be the one we were looking for earlier.”
Pitan’s face looked ugly; losing three capable hands made him fall into a disadvantage in the subsequent struggle against Des.
“There’s one more thing, King; the number of werewolves has greatly decreased.”
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Pitan raised his eyebrows slightly, a bit surprised: “Could that man be scheming something?”
“Find out where those werewolves went?”
“This… We haven’t found them yet; they seem to have disappeared into thin air.”
“Disappear into thin air?” Pitan’s heart sank: “Des is never one to make unfounded claims, pass the word–everyone must be careful, this bastard is playing some trick! A beast, where did he learn such cunning maneuvers!”
Pitan couldn’t figure it out.