NOVEL WEB Chapter 55: I'll Remember Your Ugly Faces
As soon as Feng Fan left the pasture and stepped into the forest, two cultivators emerged, blocking his path.
Their eyes gleamed with greed as they assessed him. Both were dressed in black robes adorned with a sun emblem, likely a symbol of their sect.
"Well, look at this. A little lamb wandering all alone," said one of the men, a smirk curling on his lips as he twirled the twin sickles in his hands. "Tell you what, hand over your space ring, and we might just let you walk away. How does that sound?"
'Of course, we'd still kill you. That spear is far too valuable to leave behind,' the man thought.
Feng Fan, hearing his inner thoughts, chuckled. Even if he hadn't heard them, he would never have believed the man's empty promises.
'Does he think I'm that stupid?' Feng Fan mused.
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As the enemies sized him up, Feng Fan was already creating a water-gathering array in front of him unnoticed by them.
Without warning, the other cultivator, wielding a red spear, lunged at him, the spear's sharp tip aimed directly at Feng Fan's head.
"Sunlight Spear Thrust!" The spearman shouted.
The tip of his spear glowed with vibrant shades of red and orange as he thrust it forward.
Feng Fan calmly stepped back, summoning the Suppression Relic from his space ring and gripping it firmly in his right hand.
The spearman, focused entirely on his attack, failed to notice the water-gathering array beneath him. The moment his right foot made contact with the dampened soil, the ground gave way, his foot sinking into the water-softened earth.
Thrown off balance, the spearman stumbled forward, unable to correct his momentum.
Feng Fan sidestepped to his right, his brick already moving toward the spearman's head as the man hurtled through the air.
Thud!
The brick connected with a sickening crack. The spearman's skull caved slightly under the impact, and blood splattered from the wound.
The man collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
"Fucking bastard!" The sickle-wielding man stood frozen for a moment, utterly shocked. He hadn't expected the 3rd-stage ant, whom he had dismissed as an easy target, to fight back and knock his companion out with a single attack.
Before Feng Fan could finish off the unconscious man at his feet, the sickle-wielder roared and lunged at him.
"Dragon Slash!" he bellowed, announcing his technique.
His twin sickles glowed with a fiery red spiritual qi, their arcs slicing through the air as they descended toward Feng Fan's neck, aiming to take his life.
Feng Fan knew he couldn't block both sickles, so he threw himself to the ground, rolling to avoid the incoming attack.
Despite his quick reaction, the sickle-wielding man adjusted his trajectory mid-swing, managing to graze Feng Fan's left arm.
"Argh!"
Blood seeped from the wound, staining Feng Fan's left sleeve and dripping onto the ground. Gritting his teeth, he rolled to the side and quickly got back on his feet a few meters away, his gaze locked on his opponent.
The sickle-wielding man didn't wait for Feng Fan to regain his balance and launched another attack at him
'Both sickles aiming for his chest,' the man thought.
Feng Fan, reading his opponent's intentions, adjusted his arm to block the incoming strikes.
"Dragon Slash!" the man roared, his sickles glowing with red spiritual qi.
The sickles clashed with Feng Fan's Suppression Relic, which absorbed the spiritual qi upon impact. However, the force behind the attack was enough to send Feng Fan flying backward, skidding to a stop several meters away.
'I can't keep this up,' Feng Fan thought, his mind racing for a solution.
As the sickle-wielding man closed in again, Feng Fan quickly drew a water-generation array in front of him.
But the man was prepared. He had seen what happened to his partner earlier and noticed the water wetting the soil ahead.
'Jump over the wet soil and strike him from above,' the man thought.
Feng Fan smirked, already reading his opponent's mind. As the man leaped into the air to avoid the trap, Feng Fan rolled to the side and activated another water-generation array beneath the man's landing spot.
"Dragon Fall!" the man shouted mid-air, swinging his glowing sickles with all his strength. However, his attack struck only empty air, and as he landed, his feet sank into the soggy, unstable ground.
"Damn you, sneaky bastard!" he roared in frustration, struggling to regain his footing.
Feng Fan, already on the move, called out mockingly as he sprinted toward the peak.
"I'll remember your ugly faces! Wait for me, bastards, I'll kill you both before we leave this place!"
'Sometimes, a strategic retreat is necessary to win the war, hehe,' Feng Fan thought as he kept running.
While running, Feng Fan activated his cultivation technique, channeling spiritual energy to heal his injured arm.
He knew the sickle-wielding man wouldn't be stuck in his trap for long, but thanks to his body cultivation, Feng Fan was faster and had already gained enough distance.
Realizing he couldn't catch up, the sickle-wielding man clicked his tongue in frustration and turned back to tend to his injured partner.
"Damn it, I just lost my chance to strike it rich!" he muttered under his breath, his expression dark.
'Even if that slippery bastard knows how to run, there's no way he'll survive with so many people after him,' the man thought as he turned his attention to his unconscious partner.
He pulled a pill from his chest pocket and force-fed it to the injured man. Almost immediately, the wound on his head began to heal at a visible rate.
'Tsk. Wasted a Tier 1 pill because of that brat,' he grumbled internally, frustration evident on his face.
Feng Fan realized his opponent had given up the chase and decided to slow his pace slightly to conserve energy.
'From now on, I should keep my spiritual qi vision active,' he thought, his expression serious.
'I've been here for less than an hour, and I've already encountered three people trying to kill me. Isn't this place supposed to be huge? Why is my luck so terrible?'
He couldn't help but grumble inwardly, cursing his misfortune as he pressed forward.