Chapter 242: Two Fishermen (Please Subscribe)

"You little brat, when I catch you, I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your flesh to the winds,"

Initially caught off guard, the effeminate man was ambushed by the Soul Transfer Great Method. Now, he suddenly closed his eyes, using the technique of discerning position by listening to the wind to attack Shi Xiaole.

One could see consecutive releases of palm strength and finger flashes relentlessly stirring the ground, making the soil explode. Shi Xiaole was accidentally grazed by this internal power, causing his chest to heave abruptly.

A master of the third tier of Xuan Qi, even if he only practiced third-rate martial arts, was certainly not someone Shi Xiaole could currently match. From another perspective, how could anyone who reached this stage with third-rate martial arts be simple?

Of course, Shi Xiaole was fortunate for that, otherwise, he wouldn’t be alive, and his previous sneak attack wouldn’t have been successful.

Taking advantage of the enemy’s closed eyes, Shi Xiaole pointed his sword forwards, uniting himself with his sword, and launched another Meteor from the Sky.

Whoosh!

The effeminate man sensed danger, forcing him to open his eyes to evade, only to find himself staring into a pair of eerie eyes. As his mind wandered for a moment, a sharp pain struck him, and his other arm was nearly chopped off.

"Despicable shameless!"

The effeminate man was shocked and terrified, desperate and furious.

He had heard of Shi Xiaole’s prowess, but now he realized how powerful the latter truly was. The fact that he, an eight-tier Qi Absorption cultivator, had successively injured him, a third-tier Xuan Qi master, was simply outrageous.

"I am not worried. The Pupil Skill consumes mental power. Especially his Pupil Skill is not ordinary. As long as I can force him to a point where he cannot use this Pupil Skill, he will be easy to capture," the effeminate man thought, unwilling to give up. He then heavily stimulated his internal power, immediately enhancing his protective Qi, enveloping him like a ball of light.

Indeed, the upcoming attacks Shi Xiaole faced were greatly weakened. However, his surprise attacks were now much less effective, even the Meteor from the Sky could only scratch the opponent’s skin.

"This man must die."

Knowing that he cannot let a tiger return to the mountain, or else if he really alerted the power of the magistrate, he and Su Yanru would no longer be able to remain in Qingxue State. Murderous intent boiled within him, and Shi Xiaole’s sword flew out, fighting desperately.

He still had one ultimate technique in reserve but did not wish to use it recklessly.

Firstly, not every time could he successfully exchange for the ultimate skill, sometimes sacrificing secrets in vain and receiving nothing in return. Secondly, the effeminate man hadn’t pushed Shi Xiaole to the point of desperation yet.

"Cease-War Fist!"

Suddenly, the effeminate man’s aura shrank to barely envelop his fist, which was clashing with the sword, and then fiercely punched out.

In the massive tremor that followed, Shi Xiaole was flung backwards. As he spat out blood, the effeminate man opened his eyes again, only to be hit by another Soul Transfer Great Method, and Shi Xiaole left a wound on him with a slash of his left hand.

The two engaged in a fierce exchange, trading blows, exchanging injuries for injuries. After hundreds of moves, Shi Xiaole’s breath gradually weakened, and a faint sign of debility appeared in his eyes.

This was a sign of severe mental exhaustion. If they continued like this, it was very likely that his mental power would be completely damaged and never recover.

On the other hand, the effeminate man, too, was covered with over a dozen cuts and wounds, both deep and shallow, soaked in fresh blood. He had gone completely mad.

"Cease-War turning into martial, kill!"

With a painful shoulder wound from a sword, the effeminate man targeted Shi Xiaole’s abdomen and launched a killing move. The flash from his fist quickly flew past, scraping up a shower of fresh blood.

At the critical moment, Shi Xiaole confounded the enemy’s rhythm with the Brahma-I Unity Mind Method and averted disaster. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, almost at the moment the fist burst into radiance, he actively charged at his opponent.

The sword light, like a meteor, tore through the air, followed by the sound of a blade entering flesh.

"Heh, heh..."

The effeminate man’s eyes bulged as he looked down to see the Qingfeng sword piercing his throat. As the sword was withdrawn, his life faded, never believing until his death, that he was defeated by a younger generation.

Gulping air in huge gulps, Shi Xiaole knelt on the ground.

This fight was extremely dangerous. If it hadn’t been for the incredible sophistication of the Brahma-I Unity, and the fact that his opponent had not practiced advanced martial arts, he would have certainly found himself in a dire situation.

The beautiful lady by the side had already been rendered speechless.

Although she was a part of the martial world and had interacted with numerous martial arts masters, she had only seen such an underdog overcoming the strong, such an exceptional talent as Shi Xiaole, once in a lifetime.

Seeing Shi Xiaole looking at her, she instinctively flashed him a coquettish smile. But this time, her weapon that had always been effective was useless.

"Was this man highly valued by the magistrate?"

Shi Xiaole stood up, pointing at the effeminate man’s corpse.

Realizing she liked his magnetic voice, the beautiful lady said, "He was just one of the many lapdogs raised by the magistrate, nothing particularly special."

Although he temporality could not use the Soul Transfer Great Method, the beautiful lady’s heart rate and pulse were regular. Shi Xiaole nodded, relieved. As long as this person was not too important, the problem of the killing could probably be resolved.

Of course, the key was still this woman.

Shi Xiaole shook his head in disbelief that this woman was the mother of his younger aunt. No wonder his younger aunt didn’t want to mention it.

After failing to find anything useful on the effeminate man and disposing of the body, Shi Xiaole grabbed the exquisite lady and fled to a far-off place.

Within a secret forest, Shi Xiaole saw Su Yanru.

"Lele."

Waiting anxiously, Su Yanru had been frightened to death by Qingfeng’s mad dash. She couldn’t find the previous location and feared Shi Xiaole wouldn’t be able to find her. Unable to endure any longer, she rushed into Shi Xiaole’s arms.

The beautiful lady looked at her daughter’s emotions, her eyes flickering.

"You can get lost for all I care."

Releasing her embrace, Su Yanru scolded the beautiful lady. Her heart was completely cold, and she held no hope for her mother.

"My daughter, I had no choice,"

The beautiful lady’s tears fell instantly, her expression filled with unimaginable grief.

After the shock she had just experienced, she sobered up, her villainous heart still alive. In her eyes, a martial arts young hero like Shi Xiaole might look formidable, but he was actually powerless and influenceless. What good days could they live together?

Unless he could become a top hand on the Heroes List, where he would be respected wherever he went. Therein lay the problem. In Qingxue State, with countless people in the martial world, there were only three hundred hands on the Heroes List.

The beautiful lady didn’t deny Shi Xiaole’s talent, but surviving in the martial world required more than just talent. Even if everything went well for him and he became a top hand on the Heroes List, that would only happen decades later. What good would that do then!

Just as she was about to speak, the beautiful lady suddenly felt hot, like a fever was burning from her bones.

"Who’s there?"

Shi Xiaole, however, felt cold, not physically but mentally. Their sudden appearance confirmed they were far stronger than him, even more terrifying than the feminine man from before.

"Hehehe, a calamity is approaching, yet you remain ignorant, young man, how pitiful you are."

Amidst the unrestrained laughter, two black figures landed on a tree branch five meters away. Their eyes were filled with both killing intent and evil thoughts.

"Xuan Qi Sixth Tier!"

Su Yanru’s pretty face turned pale, completely devoid of any color.

Earlier when she went to the Qingxue territory to watch the Hero Competition, she had seen two Xuan Qi Fifth Tier masters fighting on the road. The destructive power was beyond her imagination.

And the two mysterious black-clad people in front of her were even more terrifying than those two masters.

"Who are you two? Have I offended you?" Shi Xiaole also struggled to stay calm.

"You’re unaware of the trouble you’ve caused?"

The black-robed man on the left sneered, scrutinizing Qingxue State’s number one genius.

Before them, three ’fishermen’ secretly protecting Shi Xiaole were killed by masters of the Righteous Path. They also didn’t get off lightly, suffering serious casualties.

They were the fourth group of people. They patiently waited for almost half a year. After all the Devil Path’s fishermen were netted, and seeing nobody come to Shi Xiaole’s rescue when he was in danger earlier, they leisurely made their move.

Of course, they suspected that Shi Xiaole wasn’t given much importance by the Righteous Path. The truly powerful people were assigned elsewhere. Given the grand view of the Flying Horse Dynasty, there are too many geniuses to protect, and not all Righteous Path forces are willing to commit people. The so-called number one genius of Qingxue State didn’t seem that noticeable.

"Auntie, you go first."

Taking advantage of the black-robed man on the left speaking, Shi Xiaole pressed Su Yanru’s acupuncture point. Not only that, but he also roared, commanding Qingfeng to take Su Yanru and flee.

He only had one deadly strike, but the two men before him were menacing. Shi Xiaole didn’t have enough confidence to take both of them down at the same time.

"What a fool."

The two black-robed men watched silently, not blocking him, as if they were watching a weakling’s laughable counterattack. Even more laughable was that the weakling suddenly rushed towards them.

"Lele, no!"

Su Yanru shouted, her voice hoarse.

"Overestimating your-self."

The black-robed man on the left made his move.

However, Shi Xiaole was quicker.

He actually pulled out the third weapon from the Mother-child Scabbard.

It was a hook. The hook gleamed momentarily in the air. It seemed to give people a glimpse of separation.

Whoosh.

The black-robed man on the left froze, his head hooked by the hook, and instantly separated from his body. The hook continued to cut across, grazing the right hand of the black-robed man on the right, and his palm was immediately separated from his wrist.

Separation is for the next meeting with one’s lover. This was a hook that separated the enemy from the world.

The Farewell Hook.

Yes, the killer technique Shi Xiaole used this time was the Man-Horse Unity Skill from Taiyue Three Green Peaks, along with Mount Tai’s Eighteen Turns and other ten types of third-rate martial arts he managed to learn in the past few months. Combined with five hundred rewards points, he managed to draw the Farewell Hook.

In another martial world, constable Yang Zhen used this skill to strike fear into the martial world, and even killed the world’s number one young hero, Di Qingling.

Unfortunately, the black-robed man on the right reacted quickly. Plus, Shi Xiaole only had one killer move, and the man narrowly dodged it.

"Bastard, I’m going to cripple you!"

The black-robed man on the right, looking at his missing right hand and then at his dead companion, showed a frenzied expression. His eyes were bloodshot. He instantly pressed an acupoint to stop the bleeding, and then harshly slapped his left hand forward.

Shi Xiaole was only able to shift three inches and was immediately hit by the palm’s force. With a thud, blood mist spurted out and his body flew out like a torn sack.

A furious strike from a Xuan Qi Sixth Tier master was no trifling matter. If it weren’t for a little sanity left in the man, who knew he had to catch the ’little fish’ alive, Shi Xiaole would have died with that hit.

"Don’t fall on the ground; I hate dirt."

The black-robed man twisted his wrist and adjusted his internal power. Like pulling strings of a puppet, he remotely dragged Shi Xiaole. His palm swiftly swept down again, causing Shi Xiaole to bleed profusely and his face to turn white as snow.

His internal organs were severely injured, and his vision began to fade.