novelraw Chapter 156: Fighting for a Way Out
Chapter 156: Fighting for a Way Out
“Save the Gang Leader!”
The injured elder’s cry made Wangchuan’s scalp tingle. Every hair on his body stood on end. Instinctively, he seized an Armor-Piercing Arrow and aimed into the forest.
BOOM!!
BOOM!!!
One figure, then another…
Instructor Yu was kicked flying out of the woods. His chest had visibly caved in. He crashed heavily onto the official road, rolling several times and leaving a streak of bloody foam on the ground before lying still.
“Instructor Yu!”
“Boss Yu!!”
“Constable Yu!”
Wangchuan, Bai Yuhui, and Hong Kaibao all showed expressions of horror.The gold-farming team leader had finally broken through to First Rank, only to be gravely wounded on his very first mission.
Another who staggered out was a Yulong Gang elder, slashed three or four times. His wounds had already turned black. His condition was dire.
“Retreat!”
“Fall back!”
“Do not fight them in the forest!”
Yang Feiyue’s voice rang out from within the woods. A moment later, he and He Han, Constable Wu, and the others retreated.
There was a wound on Yang Feiyue’s body.
He Han and the rest were in no better shape.
But the figures that emerged from the forest made everyone’s pupils constrict.
Wangchuan recognized three of them!
At the front was Snake Elder, whom he had faced before…
Behind him followed four giant pythons, each over seven or eight meters long.
One was the burly man with the scorpion tattoo—Blackwind Stronghold’s current chief, “Lei Zhiyin.”
And the last person—
Was none other than Feng Shaoguang, Sect Master of Qingyi Sect.
Wangchuan’s pupils shrank.
Feng Shaoguang had defected to the Five Poison Sect. He had betrayed everyone.
Yang Feiyue, He Han, Constable Wu, and the others retreated to the official road, blades and swords pointed outward, glaring at Feng Shaoguang as they demanded:
“Sect Master Feng! Why are you doing this?! The dignified Sect Master of Qingyi Sect, stabbing us in the back and siding with the Five Poison Sect? Where do you place the Beggar Sect? Are you prepared to bear the stigma of being wanted for the rest of your life?!”
Yang Feiyue’s beard trembled with fury.
Feng Shaoguang had originally been meant to follow in secret as reinforcement. Instead, he had betrayed the alliance.
Feng Shaoguang laughed loudly.
“Yang Feiyue, Yang Feiyue! I have always been a disciple of the Five Poison Sect. I merely happened to sit in the seat of Qingyi Sect Master. And you wanted to unite with me against the Five Poison Sect? What a joke! Besides, as long as all of you die here today, who would ever know that I, Feng Shaoguang, was present?”
Everyone’s expressions changed.
Yang Feiyue’s face turned ashen.
A catastrophic mistake.
Wangchuan’s heart tightened.
Feng Shaoguang was one of the Five Poison Sect’s own!
He intended to join forces with them and wipe out every Martial Artist of Huishui County?!
Danger!!!
Yang Feiyue, He Han, and Constable Wu all looked grim.
With Feng Shaoguang’s betrayal, they were trapped in a desperate situation.
“Everyone! Break through with all your strength! If even one of you escapes today, bring the news back to the county office! Let Feng Shaoguang die without burial!”
After speaking, Yang Feiyue immediately led the two Yulong Gang elders and the remaining disciples charging back down the official road.
“Trying to leave?”
Snake Elder sneered. The four pythons immediately slithered across the road, blocking it.
“Jump into the river!!”
Yang Feiyue decisively changed direction and led his men toward the Sanhe River.
Wangchuan, Wang Yuehui, Chen Ergou, Bai Yuhui, and Hong Kaibao saw the situation turn dire and followed at once, their faces pale.
Lin Dahai and the others had already sensed trouble when Instructor Yu fell. They had distanced themselves from the official road and were running toward Liangshui Bridge, gaining some ground.
At that moment, Captain Zhao Heiniu spoke in a deliberately lowered voice beside Wangchuan and the others.
“We cannot go to the river.”
“Snake Elder is not stopping us. That means there is something in the water.”
Wangchuan instantly recalled the night when the hall had been besieged by snakes—how countless venomous snakes had surged from the water onto the docks.
“Gang Leader!”
“There are—”
His warning came too late.
Yang Feiyue and his men had already plunged into the river.
They were men who made their living by the waterways. Their swimming skills were exceptional, especially after cultivating 《Water-Submerged Breath Regulation Art》. They cut through the water at astonishing speed.
Then Wangchuan and the others saw splashes erupting across the surface. Numerous venomous snakes had been cast into the river, creating dense ripples as they swam toward Yang Feiyue’s group.
Damn it!!
There was no way they dared enter the water now. They sprinted along the bank toward Liangshui Bridge.
“Onto the bridge!”
Under Wangchuan’s lead, they dashed at full speed after Lin Dahai.
That move unexpectedly broke through the encirclement of Snake Elder’s group.
The Five Poison Sect disciples were mainly sealing off the road back to Huishui County and using snakes to block the river. Liangshui Bridge, on the other hand, seemed completely unguarded.
Snake Elder did not even spare Wangchuan’s group a serious glance.
He cast a contemptuous look at the few Martial Artists fleeing in disarray and kept his focus on Yang Feiyue.
“That old fool Yang Feiyue actually dove underwater…”
“Expand the blockade! I want them unable to come ashore!”
“As for those few over there, they are yours. Whether the news is contained depends on you, Sect Master Feng.”
After saying this, Snake Elder left with Lei Zhiyin and the Five Poison Sect disciples, continuing to command the snake swarm.
Feng Shaoguang, newly advanced to Second Rank and followed by seven or eight Martial Artists, clearly did not take Wangchuan seriously. Instead, he wore an almost anticipatory expression.
“You are the Hall Master of Huishui County, aren’t you? If I remember correctly, it was you who made me lose face in Heilong County.”
“Go.”
“Kill them all.”
As he issued orders, Feng Shaoguang casually activated his lightness technique and gave chase.
…
Feng Shaoguang and the Martial Artists beside him were skilled in lightness techniques. The distance between the two groups rapidly shrank.
Wangchuan saw it and felt urgency rise within him.
Bai Yuhui and Chen Ergou’s archery realms were respectable, but their lightness techniques were clearly mediocre…
As for Lin Dahai and the other players running ahead, their situation was worse. They had not cultivated lightness techniques at all. No matter how fast their legs pumped, they would eventually be overtaken.
Bai Yuhui and Hong Kaibao panicked.
“Hall Master!”
“What do we do now?”
If Lin Dahai and the others were caught, it would mean certain death.
Wangchuan, however, said quietly to Zhao Heiniu:
“It is about right. The distance is enough.”
Everyone froze.
Then Zhao Heiniu nodded.
“Yes. At this range, the Five Poison Sect cannot reinforce them immediately… Seize the moment and shoot! Use Armor-Piercing Arrows!”
The moment Zhao Heiniu finished speaking, he gripped his poplar wooden bow and swiftly drew an Armor-Piercing Arrow.
Wangchuan mirrored him exactly.
Both men turned at the same time and drew their bows.
One poplar wooden bow.
One Iron-Reinforced Bow.
The Armor-Piercing Arrows gleamed coldly.
Snap!
Snap!
Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar!
The two formally ranked Martial Artists beside Feng Shaoguang had clearly not expected the fleeing men to stop and counterattack—let alone that both archers had cultivated a First-Rank archery art to such a high realm.
A brief moment of astonishment brought lifelong regret.
The Armor-Piercing Arrows tore through their leather armor and drilled into their chests.
With 75 points of attack, the arrows punched straight through their bodies. In the darkening of their vision, their strength vanished midair. In the instant they looked down, they had already fallen heavily to the ground, blood spilling from their chests.
They did not die immediately…
After the initial 75 HP deduction, the bleeding effect of 《Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar》 triggered. For ordinary wounds, 1 HP per second. For fatal wounds, 5 HP per second…
The two Martial Artists’ lives entered a countdown.
Feng Shaoguang’s expression tightened. He shot a disbelieving glance at his two subordinates.
The other six Martial Artists instinctively glanced aside as well, checking on their companions.
Snap!
Snap!
The deadly twang of bowstrings sounded once more.
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