He held the spear with both hands and thrust it toward Lin Zheyu’s forehead; the speed was incredibly fast, with a swoosh, it reached right in front of Lin Zheyu.
The terrifying killing intent flowed along the spear, pouring towards him.
This killing aura, condensed with the murderous intent of ten veteran soldiers and Qiao Spring himself, was immensely powerful, giving a strong sense of oppression.
Ding!
The blade blocked the spear, making a crisp ding sound.
A domineering fist force surged out from Lin Zheyu’s body, resisting the killing aura.
In the clash between killing intent and fist force, Lin Zheyu unexpectedly gained the upper hand, making him appreciate the fist force even more.
His wrist holding the knife twisted, and the edge of the blade followed the spear towards Qiao Spring’s hand.
Buzz!
Qiao Spring gripped the spear, his strength exploded, causing the spear to tremble and shake off the blade edge sticking to it.
But how could Lin Zheyu let him have his way?
His right hand exerted force, and the treasured knife in his hand was flung out, with a swoosh, stabbing toward Qiao Spring’s chest.
At the same time, both hands quickly grabbed the spear, waist power erupted, executing a spinning kick aimed at Qiao Spring’s head.
Lin Zheyu was best at and had the most powerful attacks in Leg Skill.
The explosion of leg strength was extremely astonishing.
Although Qiao Spring was in madness, his combat instincts were extremely strong.
He avoided the sharp blade, directly abandoned the spear in his hand, trying to turn and escape.
But how could Lin Zheyu let him get his wish, utilizing Golden Swan Skill, chased him within a few breaths.
Bang bang bang.
A series of dull sounds rang out, Qiao Spring was kicked and flew out, smashed through the trunk of a tree, spitting fresh blood.
"Please, don’t kill me..."
"No matter what you want... I can..."
After most of the energy in his body was consumed, Qiao Spring regained some sanity, speaking weakly.
Lin Zheyu coldly looked at him, not approaching.
Picking up the treasured knife on the ground, he threw it towards Qiao Spring.
Poof!
The blade sank into Qiao Spring’s chest, pierced through the heart, rendering him completely silent.
Qiao Spring’s tightly clenched right hand powerlessly opened, revealing the white powder inside.
Before his death, he was still thinking of tricking Lin Zheyu.
"Poison again, luckily I ambushed and killed one beforehand, otherwise one of them might have really gotten away."
Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
His understanding of poison was limited, facing a master of Poison Tao, he needed to be highly vigilant.
Although his strength had reached the Qi Blood Realm, it was only better at resisting than ordinary people for a while.
Facing strong poisonous effects, he could also be affected.
"After returning, I’ll find someone to systematically learn about poison knowledge; even if it’s not relying on poison against enemies, I need to know how to deal with it."
Lin Zheyu thought to himself.
This battle revealed many of his shortcomings.
He had just changed his clothes and covered his face with a cloth, but was still seen through by a small animal.
"What kind of animal is this?"
Lin Zheyu picked up the dying Wind-chasing Grey Mink, which was pierced by the flying knife, he didn’t recognize this animal.
Judging from the actions of the few people just now, they were using this animal to track him.
Casually discarded the lifeless small animal, walked towards the fallen soldiers.
"Time to send you on your way."
Lin Zheyu looked at the ten soldiers.
The soldiers’ faces were pale, eye sockets sunken, eyes lifeless, and breath hanging by a thread, but still had a trace of life, not completely dead.
"Is this the consequence of excessive use of military formations?"
"Essence, Qi, and Spirit being severely extracted, exceeding the body’s limit to bear, even if not killing them, it can’t save them."
He carefully examined them and could not help but shake his head slightly.
Military formations weren’t omnipotent; excessive use could lead to exhaustion and death from Essence, Qi, and Spirit depletion.
Lin Zheyu picked up a soldier’s knife from the ground, ended them one by one, letting them no longer suffer in such painful torment.
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"One, two, three... Nineteen in total."
"Huh, where’s the other one?"
Lin Zheyu counted the number.
When he just hid, he specifically counted how many people came to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.
"Oh, here he is, surprisingly not dead yet."
Lin Zheyu started searching around, saw the dying man in a patch of grass.
The back of the man’s head was pierced by a flying knife, the knife entered about four centimeters from the back of the ear, blood flowed profusely.
Despite such an injury, the man hadn’t died and could even crawl into the grass to hide.
"M-mercy... I... I have... eighty... eight years old... puff..."
The big man widened his eyes, looking at the knife in his chest, silent.
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