Wen Han stood up grinning, pulled up his pants, and asked Zheng Jun:
"Captain Zheng, can I go outside to take a piss?"
Zheng Jun frowned and responded fiercely:
Wen Han hummed a tune and let out an annoying laugh as he quickly walked out of the cave.
Lin Kang sighed and looked at Zheng Jun, who was illuminated by the bonfire, her red hair bright and full of charm.
He moved closer and comforted her:
"Don’t mind Wen Han, he’s always like that, a complete rascal. Ah Jun, how’s the Qi perception going?"
Zheng Jun’s Qi Locking couldn’t provide real-time positioning; it needed a three-hour interval, through special Spiritual Meditation, to determine the target’s location.
"Earlier, we sensed him not far away, about twenty miles out, and he’s not moving anymore. I think he wouldn’t be foolish enough to try traveling at night..."
Zheng Jun closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing. As her chest and abdomen moved, two small snakes of different lengths coiled around her nose, the surging Life Force stimulating her entire body. In the void, a flash of light danced and traced a winding path.
This was precisely her Qi Locking target!
Zheng Jun’s body hair stood on end, a chill spreading through her as she suddenly opened her eyes and shouted:
Lin Kang and the other three team members were momentarily stunned, then quickly grabbed their weapons, casting guarded looks toward the cave entrance shrouded in the night.
The dark twilight undulated, total silence reigned.
Everyone held their breath, their expressions tense, as if a bloodthirsty beast lurked outside.
Soon, a smooth head was tossed inside with a thud.
Wen Han’s terrified eyes met Zheng Jun’s gaze.
The red-haired girl’s eyelids twitched, a chilling fear seizing her heart.
Her throat felt clogged with cotton, unable to make a sound.
Despite Wen Han’s nasty demeanor, his strength was undeniable, with a Life Force exceeding eighty points, trained in Horizontal Training that even bullets couldn’t pierce his skin, yet he was beheaded in less than half a minute.
"Is the strength of Nanhuang Daoist School’s heir really this formidable? But wasn’t he placed in the outer regions, indicating his Life Force was far inferior to Zhou Yuanchen and Ji Yuqi!"
Zheng Jun took a deep breath, the trembling feeling crawling from her feet to her head, then back down, like a cold snake slithering through her body.
Her sharp Spirit thrust out in bundles toward the cave, penetrating the dense twilight, trying to capture the Nanhuang Daoist School heir’s trace.
Like a ladle of cold water on a hot stove, it evaporated before getting close, steaming with intense heat.
Zheng Jun’s head throbbed, as if struck by a giant iron hammer, and she collapsed backward!
Enduring the splitting pain, she looked at Lin Kang:
"He’s just outside! Thirty meters, due south!"
Assaulter Lin Kang gripped the Tactical Straight Knife forged from Dead Iron and strode out. His swift movement created a strong wind pressure, dimming the cave’s bonfire, nearly extinguishing it!
Sparks flew as Lin Kang, holding the knife with both hands in a stabbing pose, instantly appeared outside the cave.
The Life Force surged like raging waves, pushing his Mortal Body forward thirty meters, directly toward the direction Zheng Jun indicated!
The Tactical Straight Knife sliced through the air but hit nothing!
"Damn! Ah Jun misjudged!"
A chill ran down Lin Kang’s back as he twisted his waist, his arm holding the knife moved like pulling a waterfall, slashing down in a spinning motion!
The evening twilight, thin frost spread, the air stirred, like a white dragon wrapping around Lin Kang, roaring wildly!
The blade flashed, and the rock wall behind him was cleanly cut, several meters deep!
Another missed strike!
Lin Kang, slightly breathless after two successive strikes, glanced around, searching for the Nanhuang Daoist School heir!
"Hiding and sneaking!"
The grass rustled, Lin Kang squinted and slashed, hitting home this time, the Tactical Straight Knife cutting into flesh.
But it was only Wen Han’s headless corpse!
Blood splattered, and various organs spilled everywhere!
"Where on earth is he hiding!"
Lin Kang felt a growing dread. He hadn’t expected the Nanhuang Daoist School heir to sneak through the night, launching a long-range raid, intending to wipe out his team!
Zheng Jun’s terrified scream pierced the night. Lin Kang’s eyebrows twitched as he brought the Tactical Straight Knife back to defend his chest!
The thick twilight, electric light flashing, the black saber tore through the air, striking heavily against the Dead Iron-forged blade!
The clash of metal rang out, the piercing sound waves breaking apart the grass, debris swirling!
Lin Kang’s chest felt like it was hammered, he staggered back, nearly coughing up blood.
"Such strong concealment, coming this close without me sensing a thing!"
He looked at the finally revealed Nanhuang Daoist School heir, standing poised with a blade, the saber edge crackling with blue electric arcs, lighting up a young face.
"You are surrounded. I suggest you surrender now." Qin Shi grinned, a hundred-strong tournament competitor indeed. If not for the Perfect Level Electric Shock Saber, he might not have taken down that brawny bald man.
This knife-wielder had immense Life Force and rich combat experience.
If it were Jiang Zaiyue or Zheng Que in his place, they’d have been slain instantly with a chest pierce.
"Heh! Since you came here yourself, I’ll end you and pave my way!"
Lin Kang sneered. As long as this Nanhuang Daoist School heir no longer hid in the night for sneak attacks, fighting fair, he wouldn’t lose.