NOVEL WEB Chapter 899 Ambush
In the early morning, when the sky had just begun to brighten, Wang Chen quietly left Tongfu Inn.
He didn't choose to travel with the Old Master's caravan again, to avoid making everyone uncomfortable. After all, all he needed to do was follow this road directly to arrive at Yan City.
Once there, Wang Chen would then inquire about the way to Jiangyuan City.
After walking several miles along the mountain path, he suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice, "Come out, all of you. What kind of heroes lurk in the shadows like ghosts!"
Wang Chen had felt someone spying on him the night before, and wondered if it was because of Tongfu Inn that no one had come to bother him.
And as soon as he left the inn in the morning, he immediately sensed that he was being followed again.
Wang Chen had proceeded without making a sound, precisely to deal with it conveniently.
"Jie jie jie!"
With a burst of harsh, unpleasant laughter, figures appeared to his left and right.
"You must be Ling Zhiyuan from the Ling Family of Anyang!"
A middle-aged man stood blocking Wang Chen's path, looking at him with a strange gaze as if sizing up valuable goods, "Young Master Ling, as long as you obediently come with us, you can avoid the agony of flesh and blood. I advise you to know your place."
Wang Chen asked calmly, "Aren't you afraid of the Blood Cloak Guard?"
"Blood Cloak Guard? Hahaha!"
The middle-aged man laughed loudly, "Afraid? How could we not be afraid? But we seek wealth without killing, and the Blood Cloak Guard won't intervene so broadly. Besides, can they come to save you now?"
A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, "Young Master Ling, I suggest you cooperate nicely, or... "
"Bringing back a corpse can also earn a reward!"
At this moment, Wang Chen was surrounded from all sides.
In the middle-aged man's view, Wang Chen was trapped with no way out, and he immediately shouted fiercely, "Kneel down!"
As the words fell, his field of vision was suddenly filled by a rapidly enlarging fist.
The middle-aged man was startled and instinctively raised his right arm to defend.
His response was quick, and he managed to protect his face before the fist struck.
Crack!
Wang Chen's fist pounded heavily on the middle-aged man's arm.
The sturdy arm instantly broke, the white bones piercing through the flesh and viciously stabbing into his eyes.
"Ah!"
The middle-aged man let out an involuntary scream of agony as he fell backward to the ground.
Having landed a successful blow, Wang Chen withdrew his fist, his wrist suddenly flipping over, pinching four glittering hunting darts between his fingers.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
The next moment, the four sharp darts were flung out, their piercing whistle sounding terrifying as they sliced through the air.
Two interceptors were caught off guard, each struck in the head, face, and chest by a dart, and screams rang out once again.
They were only at the Second Order of samurai, unable to withstand the hidden weapons thrust by Wang Chen with the power of the Evil Wheel; they followed the middle-aged man in the blink of an eye!
In just a few breaths, half of those who had surrounded Wang Chen had fallen.
The remaining three were shocked and dismayed.
They thought they had caught a little kitten, but the kitten turned out to be a ferocious tiger, the man-eating kind!
One martial artist drew his long saber and shouted fiercely, "Together, kill him!"
But before he could finish his sentence, the other two turned and fled.
Everyone just wanted to make a living; making money was a cause for joy, but it was certainly not worth risking their lives for.
The problem was, how could Wang Chen just watch them escape with his eyes wide open?
He spread his arms wide, clutched at the air with his left and right hands, and two harpoon spears instantly appeared in his grasp.
"Hey!"
Wang Chen suddenly exhaled and hurled the two harpoon spears, one with his left and the other with his right, in quick succession.
The weapons, including the hunting darts he'd used earlier, had all been acquired from hunters he had previously slain. They weren't top-notch arms, but with the power of the Evil Wheel enhancing them, they became indestructible.
Pff! Pff!
Two of the fleeing martial artists were almost simultaneously pierced through by the harpoon spears, nailed alive to the ground.
Clatter!
The last martial artist who was determined to fight to the death with Wang Chen opened his mouth wide as the weapon in his hand dropped to the ground.
Only when Wang Chen's gaze fell on him did he seem to awaken from a dream, collapsing to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, "My lord, spare my life, please. This lowly one's mind was clouded by greed; I have offended you and deserve to die. I only beg for your magnanimity..."
Before he could finish speaking, a hunting dart suddenly appeared in his forehead.
"Erk..."
The martial artist fell to the ground with his eyes still open.
After dealing with the last attacker, Wang Chen stepped forward and planted his foot on the hilt of the long saber that had just dropped.
The long saber sprang up and he caught it steadily in his hand.
With the saber in hand, Wang Chen casually waved it a few times, finding it to be quite a comfortable fit, even though it wasn't some divine weapon of sharpness.
All was quiet around him when he turned his gaze toward the forest not far to the right and said, "Have you seen enough?"
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Accompanied by the rhythmic clapping of hands, a tall man emerged from the woods.
He appeared to be in his thirties, with a handsome and refined demeanor, wearing a Confucianism crown and with a sword at his waist, the very image of a scholar.
In the Cangqing Domain, scholars were not feeble hermits incapable of holding their own. They were generally versed in martial arts, with a long history of sword-bearing scholars who roamed the world to personally put into practice the philosophy that "traveling thousands of miles is better than reading thousands of books."
Though Confucianism was not like the martial sects or legalist or Mo sects, its status was always high, both in the imperial court and the Martial World.
Being Ling Zhiyuan, Wang Chen had always wanted to be such a person.
"Who would have thought that a scion of the Ling Family of Anyang, unlike the rumors of being useless mud that can't be plastered to a wall?"
The scholarly man looked at Wang Chen with a strange look in his eyes, a mix of surprise and regret, "Hiding your light under a bushel, concealing your capabilities, you should have been an excellent disciple of Confucianism, yet you collude with the Blood Cloak Guard..."
He shook his head, "You are a talent, yet you're helping a tyrant to do evil!"
"You talk too much,"
Wang Chen flashed his long saber, "If you want to fight, let's fight!"
The scholarly man smiled faintly and said, "Ling Zhiyuan, I am very curious, where did a noble young master learn the Art of Concealing Weapons, such tricks of the Martial World?"
His gaze suddenly turned fierce as if he intended to see right through Wang Chen!
"Art of Concealing Weapons?"
Wang Chen realized, and the long saber in his hand vanished in an instant, then reappeared just as quickly.
What he used was not the Art of Concealing Weapons but the built-in storage space of the Six Unions Great Seal.
Although the storage capacity was not large, it was more convenient and practical than a Storage Bag; Wang Chen could store and retrieve items at will with a mere thought.
The cost was the consumption of potential value.
Wang Chen noticed the greed that flickered in the other's eyes and couldn't help but laugh, "You speak of righteousness, but isn't it just that you covet my Art of Concealing Weapons? If you've got the skills, come and take it yourself!"
No sooner had his words ended than Wang Chen fiercely threw the long saber in his hand at the other person.
At the same time, he charged forward with the ferocity of a tiger pouncing on a rabbit, hurling himself at the pretentious offender!
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The second release is here.