Chapter 313: Chapter 313: Joint Encirclement _1
At the forefront was Liu Laoqi of the Iron Fist Sect. Swinging his fists, his eyes red, he charged towards Ye Ming. His burly figure ran across the ground, causing the earth itself to tremble beneath him.
"Kid, taste my fists; I’ll smash you into filling!" Liu Laoqi snarled viciously, "Just as you refuse to talk, thanks to you I’ve significantly improved my strength. But unfortunately for you, you have something I want, and I must take it! Die!"
The Iron Fist Sect relied solely on their fists, and Liu Laoqi had reached the fifth level of their technique; many years had passed without advancement. But just moments ago, an Herbal Pill from Ye Ming had propelled him into the sixth level. Now, he couldn’t wait to try out his improved skills on someone.
Even if they hadn’t sought out Ye Ming for trouble, Liu Laoqi would still have gone looking for a fight.
And now, Liu Laoqi aimed his lethal fists at the man who helped him advance, throwing deadly punches.
After his furious tirade, Liu Laoqi’s fists, carrying the wind of punches, were already in front of Ye Ming.
Ye Ming didn’t back down, his lips curling into a slight smile.
He loved defeating others in their areas of expertise; if it’s about fists, then let’s see whose are tougher!
Strengthened by the Bone Sculpting Elixir over many days, Ye Ming’s body had become like steel and iron. He didn’t take the Iron Fist Sect seriously, so he met Liu Laoqi’s attack head-on, responding with his own fists.
"You dare to compete with me in the art of boxing? Good kid!"
Liu Laoqi cursed fiercely.
Suddenly, with a muffled boom, their fists collided viciously.
The next moment, Liu Laoqi’s hand bones instantly shattered into fragments, contorting like boneless chicken claws into a grotesque shape.
He didn’t even have time to scream before his body was sent flying dozens of meters, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.
A look of disbelief flashed across his eyes.
Even if he didn’t die, his fists were completely ruined, his life’s strength wasted, reduced to a cripple.
Ye Ming didn’t glance at him again but turned his hand to face another enemy.
Li Hua from the Sheshan Sect had already drawn his sword and was approaching. Taking advantage of the gap during Ye Ming’s fight with Liu Laoqi, he launched a sneak attack. His blade drew a beautiful arc through the air, fiercely striking Ye Ming’s shoulder.
Li Hua showed a smile, thinking it was the end. With this strike, Ye Ming would lose half his life.
But quickly, his smile froze.
The blade had only landed on Ye Ming’s shoulder, tearing his clothes, but it hadn’t pierced his skin and flesh.
Moreover, Li Hua distinctly felt a painful tingling in the base of his thumb, numbed by the shock, as if his sword had struck an iron block.
"What’s going on? Are you even human?"
Li Hua asked in astonishment.
Ye Ming didn’t offer an explanation but simply grabbed the blade and with a light twist, broke the cold iron longsword.
The Sheshan Sect was known for its weapons; the disciples’ arms were among the sharpest and sturdiest in the world, yet in Ye Ming’s hands, they were like papier-mâché.
"My sword!" Li Hua looked at his sword with a pained expression but didn’t get a chance to say another word as his body was impaled by the broken blade and sent flying, pinning him to a tree.
The irony of a swordsman injured by his own blade was indeed a huge joke.
Ye Ming’s successive divine maneuvers were all witnessed by Wang Qing.
After his surprise, he showed a composed expression and said, "Young thief, you have some skill, but you are ultimately brute force. How are you fit to compete with me in a contest of magic?"
"Let you taste the charm magic of our Tianshan Sect!"
He pinched a charm between two fingers, squinted his eyes, aimed at Ye Ming, and threw it.
With a swoosh, the charm immediately flew towards Ye Ming.
During its flight, one could faintly hear the sound of muffled thunder, and a deep blue light enveloped the entire charm.
When it reached in front of Ye Ming, there was a loud boom, and a huge thunderstorm instantly wrapped around Ye Ming.
Wang Qing sneered coldly, dusted off his clothes, looking every bit the image of a senior figure.
This Thunderstorm Talisman he used had been cultivated for a lifetime, he was a master of it, and had dealt with many defiant individuals, never having failed.
After the sound of the thunderstorm, the place where Ye Ming had been was ablaze with raging fire, completely engulfing him.
Li Hua, nailed to the tree, jumped down to the ground in a sorry state, clutching his shoulder as he approached; he had to keep himself alive to share the loot, otherwise wouldn’t it all have been in vain?
Liu Laoqi held the same thought, dragging his almost crippled body over, and even though he was looking at the burning fire, he felt it wasn’t satisfying enough.
He had lost most of his life’s martial strength, merely burning Ye Ming to death seemed too lenient.
While everyone was gathered around watching the fire, Lin Mengdie’s face was filled with sorrow.
Her eyes were red, and she blankly stared at the scene before her, incessantly calling out Ye Ming’s name.
She couldn’t believe that Ye Ming would die so easily.
She had just begun to feel some fondness for Ye Ming, and now he was gone, which her heart found hard to accept.
"You bastards, using your numbers to bully, what kind of heroes are you? I’m going to tell my father to have you all killed!" Lin Mengdie shouted furiously at the crowd.
"Going back?" The voice of Zhang Changyang came from behind her, chuckling, "Miss Lin, I’m afraid you won’t be able to go back today. Just submit to me obediently! Now, no one can save you."
Startled, Lin Mengdie instinctively turned to attack.
But her skills were too weak, nowhere near Zhang Changyang’s level; her strike did not land, and instead, he caught her wrist, pulling her into his embrace.
He took a deep breath, greedily saying, "Miss Lin, as long as you are obedient, I won’t hurt you. We can have a good talk when we go back tonight, an intimate night is worth a thousand pieces of gold!"
Seeing his vile face, Lin Mengdie felt nauseous, and she reached to slap him, but Zhang Changyang easily blocked her hand.
"You lecher, I would rather die than submit to you!" Lin Mengdie said firmly.
Zhang Changyang said casually, "Well, that’s not up to you unless you can beat me!"
A wave of despair washed over Lin Mengdie. She found herself in peril, and Ye Ming’s fate was uncertain. All she could do now was leave her fate to the heavens and hope her fellow sect members would discover her soon.
Just as she resigned herself to her fate, the three onlookers at the fire suddenly made an unusual outcry.
"What’s happening? Is he even human?"
"We’ve set such a big fire, and it didn’t burn him to death?"
"Damn it, let’s all go together and deliver the final blow!"
