After being deceived by the light of hope twice, Chen Feng's will to fight had completely worn down. He had lost his will to fight. No matter how high his cultivation was, no matter how trashy his pursuers were, he did not have the guts to turn around and fight.
The pursuer from half an hour ago had now become the target of pursuit. Xie Tian followed behind Chen Feng. Whenever Chen Feng deviated from his direction, he would increase his speed, forcing Chen Feng to change direction. Under the chase, Chen Feng, who was running for his life, did not realize that the path he was running on was the same path that Xie Tian had run before.
The martial artists following behind were not disappointed. Not long after, they saw another strange scene. The cripple chased and chased and actually danced, which made them scratch their heads in confusion.
Only Mad Old Man understood, but the result of understanding was that he almost pulled his beard off his chin. This was because Xie Tian's dance was actually the Peiyuan Art.
"Cultivating the Peiyuan Art like this, so the Yuan Yang in his body came from this …" Mad Old Man looked at Xie Tian's back in shock. He spat out a few words in disbelief, "The first half of the Peiyuan Art has already become his body's instinct!"
Practice makes perfect. Xie Tian had only thought of this on a whim. In order to not lose Chen Feng, he tried to cultivate the Peiyuan Art while running. He did not expect that he would succeed so easily on his first try.
This was what made him happy. From now on, whether it was cultivation, fighting, or healing, the Yuan Yang's restrictions on him would be greatly reduced.
"Ah!"
Chen Feng, who was running like crazy, suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Sitting on the ground, his face was instantly filled with pain. He looked at his foot that had been pierced by a sharp thorn several inches long. He was shocked and wanted to vomit blood.
Ruthlessly pulling out the thorn, he looked at the approaching Xie Tian. Chen Feng endured the pain and ran. His mind was occupied by anger, resentment, fear, and panic. He did not realize that his speed had decreased by 30%.
Xie Tian's speed had also decreased by 30%, because Xie Sha had told him that if he were to fight Chen Feng head on, he would only have a 5% chance of survival.
This was the difference between heaven and earth brought about by the absolute difference in cultivation level. That was why Xie Tian had to continue driving Chen Feng, forcing him to finish the five laps that he had run with all his might.
In order to survive, not only had he arranged for the wolves on Qing Shi's side to surround him, he had also done many things that could have allowed him to live and the enemy to lose their lives on this repeated route of five laps.
Chen Feng could not walk far before he was injured in a strange way. For example, his feet would be pierced by the sharp spikes of a tiger, or he would step on iron caltrops that were smeared with knockout drugs and used to capture leopards alive when he stepped on grass.
He thought that he was extremely unlucky, but he didn't know that he had already passed by these things five times. However, at that time, his mind was clear and he could subconsciously avoid them. But now, he couldn't avoid them.
As Xie Tian was running for his life, his backpack slowly became lighter. One reason was to run faster, and the other was to leave a path for him to counterattack. He had set up the traps, and he was sure that Chen Feng, who was running away in panic, wouldn't notice these things.
Everything was within Xie Tian's plan.
The surrounding martial artists looked at each other. That expert was too unlucky. The traps on the ground could be easily discovered if he paid a little attention. Everyone here was a hunter, so how could they not have this bit of common sense? But when they saw the cripple pick up those hidden weapons and poison tools skillfully and stuff them into his backpack, they felt their hairs stand on end.
Because they finally understood that these traps were deliberately prepared by the cripple for the expert when he ran those five laps.
This was the reason why Xie Tian ran in circles.
Just like this, when Chen Feng returned to Qing Shi's side, he could no longer run. He had lost too much blood, his body was covered in wounds, and he could no longer feel his feet. Waves of dizziness caused by the knockout drugs attacked his brain. At this moment, the panic in his heart had finally turned into fear.
"It can't be, I am at the eighth level of the Brute Force Realm, how could I die in the hands of that cripple!"
A hint of madness flashed through Chen Feng's eyes. He turned his head to look at Xie Tian, who was ten feet away. He secretly calculated if he used the last bit of strength in his body, would he be able to kill his opponent. But after a moment, he was disappointed, because the distance of ten feet was just out of his reach.
"Vicious little bastard, all of this was set up by you!" Chen Feng, who was about to be tortured to the point of insanity, roared with extreme resentment, "Fight me face to face like a man, or else I will look down on you even if I die! Come! Come! "
Xie Tian shook his head. Just as he was about to speak, he thought of something, so he walked two feet closer and said softly, "Tell me how Commander Xie knew I was here, why he wanted to kill me, and I will fight you."
Hearing this, a trace of sincere pleading flashed through Chen Feng's eyes. He was afraid of being deceived by Xie Tian. Seeing Xie Tian solemnly nod his head, he hurriedly replied, "Commander Xie is no longer in Yangshuo City, he has gone to the number one sect in Song, Crimson Sky Peak. It was I who received the news from Chen Qin and told Commander Xie that you were here. As for the reason to kill you, you know it yourself. Come!"
After Chen Feng finished speaking, he stood up shakily. Unexpectedly, just as he stood up, Xie Tian retreated two feet, and the distance between them became ten feet again.
Forcefully resisting the urge to vomit blood, Chen Feng asked with a gloomy face, "Lied to me again?"
"No, I said I would fight you." Xie Tian shook his head, took out a loaded crossbow from his bag, and aimed it at Chen Feng. "Attack from afar first, then close combat."
With a pfft, Chen Feng, who was angry and aggrieved, finally vomited a mouthful of blood. He used all his strength to lean to the side, wanting to avoid the tip of the crossbow. Unexpectedly, Xie Tian spoke again, "Face me like a man!"
Whoosh!
Before Chen Feng could respond, the crossbow arrow hit Chen Feng's shoulder, and the huge force pushed him back five or six steps.
Xie Tian also took five or six steps forward, and aimed the loaded crossbow at Chen Feng once again.
Whoosh!
Chen Feng took a few steps back, and Xie Tian took a few steps forward. No matter how Chen Feng screamed and cursed, Xie Tian's eyes were very steady, and so were his hands, so steady that it made the martial artists behind him tremble in fear.
A total of eight arrows. Chen Feng could no longer stand, and he fell to the ground. He looked at Xie Tian with the most sincere eyes, and his lips opened and closed as he spoke weakly, begging Xie Tian to let him go.
Xie Tian's response was two crossbow arrows.
Only when Xie Sha did not sense any life-threatening danger did he slowly approach Chen Feng, took out a caltrop from his bag, and shot it at Chen Feng's neck.
Seeing this, the martial artists could not help but cover their own necks, as if Xie Tian's swing had hit them instead.
"You, you will, will, regret …" Knowing that he could not live, Chen Feng used the last of his strength, and turned it into a pair of eyes filled with extreme hatred. This pair of eyes stared at Xie Tian.
Xie Tian really liked this pair of eyes that could not be closed in peace. He believed that, a month ago, he might have had the same eyes.
Only when Chen Feng's body was completely cold did Xie Tian truly arrive in front of Chen Feng's body. The eight inch dagger slid out from his sleeve, and the sharp blade easily cut off Chen Feng's head.
Holding the head and waiting for the blood to drain, Xie Tian sat Silently beside the corpse. This scene finally caused the martial artists that followed to collapse. Some vomited, some ran away, and some ran like mad. This was because they remembered that half a month ago, they seemed to have laughed at this cripple who could not even climb up the mountain.
Even the martial artists that did not move looked at Xie Tian with fear in their eyes. They did not know the hatred between this group of experts and the cripple, and they did not know why the pack of wolves would gather and attack the experts for no reason. But they knew that the cripple was truly a ruthless person.
Taking out the token from Chen Feng's bosom and carrying the head, Xie Tian passed through the crowd without a care for anyone else and walked down the mountain. What he left on the mountain was the legendary Jianghu experience that no one could understand.
Only the Mad Old Man understood all of this. Because he understood, when this matter came to an end, he could not suppress the excitement and agitation in his heart and clapped his hands fiercely.
Only he knew that the reason why the pack wolves attacked Chen Feng was because before Xie Tian jumped off the Hundred Beasts Cliff, he threw an egg at Chen Feng. This egg was the egg of the Flaming Plume Eagle. It was priceless to humans, but for the pack wolves, it was also a fatal attraction.
The reason why Xie Tian knew that the Flaming Plume Eagle's egg would attract the pack wolves was because he had read all the books in the cave without missing a single word and applied what he had learned.
From that moment on, Xie Tian began to plan. He threw the egg, jumped off the cliff, and led Chen Feng around the area where he first searched for corpses for five laps to attract the pack wolves. Chen Feng's hands were stained with the Flaming Plume Eagle's egg liquid, and he was attacked by the pack of wolves crazily. He used up most of his strength and started the path of defeat.
After that, Xie Tian's two deceptions made Chen Feng lose his will to fight. He was forced to walk the path that Xie Tian had planned for a long time. Under a series of traps and hidden weapons, Chen Feng's remaining strength was consumed by more than half.
Chen Feng did not give up and still wanted to trick Xie Tian into making a move. But he did not know that five days ago, Xie Tian knew that a trapped beast in a desperate situation was the fiercest. Therefore, he used the crossbow to completely destroy Chen Feng's strength, but he was still careful and used the caltrops to make up for it. Finally, he cut off Chen Feng's head in the most secure way.
Only by cutting off the head could one truly die.
"Perfect, it's too perfect …"
The Mad Old Man did not know how to describe the joy in his heart. He kept repeating the word "perfect". Some people would say that Xie Tian's action was cruel, and some would say that it was evil. But he would say that this was the most interesting play that humans could put on when they were on the verge of death. It was a play that contained both wisdom and courage.
Next to the bluestone, Xie Tian, who had climbed the mountain for the first time, saw a dead person for the first time, and killed someone for the first time.
Next to the bluestone, Xie Tian, who was preparing to descend the mountain, used everything he had learned in his training to brilliantly finish off an enemy whose cultivation was three levels higher than his and whom he could not defeat.
In a short period of half a month and fifteen days, the difference between the two was like the difference between heaven and earth. And this huge disparity was exchanged with Xie Tian's courage, wisdom, and life.
The first training session had ended perfectly!
When he descended the mountain, Xie Tian still looked sickly and withered. This time, the passersby did not bully him because he was carrying a head that had died with its eyes wide open.
When he arrived at the courier station in Dark Mist Town, Xie Tian placed the head and a hundred taels of silver on the counter. After telling the shopkeeper the location, he turned around and left, ignoring the trembling shopkeeper who was trying his best to persuade him to stay.
He still had many things to do, and he would not stop for anyone. To him, Chen Feng was just a passerby. His goals were in Yangshuo City, in the Azure Shadow Pavilion, and in the Crimson Sky Peak.
When Xie Tian walked into the dilapidated courtyard, he saw the Mad Old Man standing by the window. The Mad Old Man's face was full of smiles, and there was no trace of insanity left. Xie Tian knew that the questions that had been buried in his heart for a long time would be answered today.
"Who am I?"
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