C41 Forest Attacks

Two days had passed, and tomorrow was the day that Ma Xiaoyi invited Tang Yi to fight. The gambling house outside had adjusted its rate again after two days, because basically, no one bought Tang Yi. Although the rumors said that he had defeated two disciples, no one had seen him with their own eyes, so they still chose to remain silent.

At a 1: 5 ratio, Tang Yi won 1: 5!

He lied on the grass in the yard with Qiao Mann and looked at the sky. He felt a little helpless: "Qiao Mann, I'm not that weak. I can't do what I want even if I die because I'm controlled by a woman like that, sad right?"

Qiao Mann already knew about the slave contract between Tang Yi and Lee Yingying. At this moment, he was filled with sympathy. "I can understand your feelings, but I can't help you!"

"It's as good as not saying anything!" Tang Yi sat up straight as soon as he heard the words, "Boring, continue lying down. I'm going out for a stroll. If this goes on, people will get moldy!"

With that, he jumped out of the wall and took a walk in the room while Lee Yingying was still resting. If not, he would be following her like a little pet when she came out.

Tang Yi didn't know where he was going after leaving the courtyard. He wandered aimlessly and occasionally heard people discussing what happened tomorrow. They were just guessing who would win in the end between Ma Xiaoyi and Tang Yi. Tang Yi shook his head as he listened to their conversation.

There were people everywhere. It was impossible for Tang Yi to be quiet for a while. He randomly picked a small path and walked into it, preparing to take a walk in the woods and relax.

"Whiz!"

Less than an hour after they entered the forest, Tang Yi walked to a stream and prepared to soak in the water. Suddenly, the sound of something breaking came from behind and Tang Yi dodged it without thinking too much.

His eyes instantly condensed into a beam of light as he looked behind him, his expression vigilant. "Who is it?"

The whole forest was quiet, as if there was no one around. However, Tang Yi could feel that there was a pair of eyes staring at him from the dark corner. If he relaxed a little, it might be fatal.

Sou sou sou!

After a moment of silence in the forest, the sound of breaking through the air came again. A few cold flashes passed, and three daggers shot towards Tang Yi, taking him as a target. Tang Yi's expression was sullen, and he shot out and dodged two daggers.

Then, relying on the reflective feeling, there was no echo at all.

"If you dare to come out and fight me, then come out and secretly hurt me. What kind of man are you?" Tang Yi shouted loudly when he saw no reaction.

"I'm not a good man!" This time, a cold voice finally came from the forest. A teenager with a cold expression jumped down from a towering tree and walked towards Tang Yi step by step. His eyes were filled with undisguised fighting spirit: "You were able to dodge my sneak attack, you're qualified to fight me."

"It's you?" Seeing the boy, Tang Yi immediately recognized him. "You and I seem to have no enmity with each other, why did you kill me?"

"Because you have value!"

Jing Wuming did not seem to have any emotions at all. Although he was replying to Tang Yi, his footsteps did not stop, and his momentum became heavier and heavier with every step he took. Tang Yi also slightly squinted his eyes, and surprisingly, Jing Wuming was a practitioner of Late Period of Holy Heart Stage.

How long had it been?

Jing Wuming, who was still in the middle stage of the Holy Heart Stage back then, had already advanced into the late stage. The latter suddenly shot towards him violently, his entire body like a peerless blade, as though if he were to come into contact with it, he would very likely die just like that.

Tang Yi didn't think that Jing Wuming would attack him with just a simple sentence, so Tang Yi didn't dare to let down his guard. Compared to Jing Wuming, who was defeated at the middle stage of Holy Heart Stage, Ma Xiaoyi was the one Tang Yi wanted to fight the most, because the feeling Jing Wuming gave was too cold and ruthless.

Originally, he wanted to shoot at Jing Wuming and make a strength collision, but he didn't move his body at all. Instead, he instinctively bent his body to avoid the edge of the blade, and at this moment, a curved blade suddenly appeared in Jing Wuming's empty hand.

"Despicable!"

Luckily, Tang Yi, who almost lost his arm from being unarmed, said something and pulled out his blade in anger. Although the weapon was an inch long, Tang Yi didn't have a better choice at the moment.

The attack did not hit Jing Wuming. Jing Wuming still coldly waved his blade and clashed with Tang Yi's sabre. It was obvious that Jing Wuming's sabre was a good sabre and Wu Tie's sabre had already been broken. In a situation where he could not dodge in time, a faint wound appeared on his arm and blood could be faintly seen.

"Phew … not bad!" Tang Yi reached out his hand to wipe the blood off his arm and licked his lips gently. At this moment, his sloppy body had turned into a sort of coldness. It was a different kind of coldness than Jing Wuming's.

When Jing Wuming thought Tang Yi was going to run away and chase after him, Tang Yi suddenly twisted his body and stepped on a tree. He borrowed the momentum to shoot out explosively. The half of the blade in his hand flashed with an intimidating aura.

Everything happened too suddenly. Jing Wuming did not expect the retreating Tang Yi to suddenly turn around and attack him instead, so he subconsciously raised his hand to parry with the knife, but he was a step too late. The sound of metal entering flesh sounded out, and Jing Wuming stared blankly at his shoulder, blood flowing freely.

Tang Yi believed in taking Jing Wuming's life while he was sick, so he didn't stop when Jing Wuming was in a daze. Instead, he grabbed his hand, turned the knife over, and aimed the edge of the blade at Jing Wuming's neck: "Do you want to fight anymore?"

"I've lost?" Jing Wuming was startled once again. Looking at Tang Yi, who was only at the middle stage of the Holy Heart Stage, he couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly.

Feeling the icy coldness coming from his neck, Jing Wuming's eyes were calm, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all. At this moment, he was completely controlled by Tang Yi. "You want to kill me?"

"Cherish words like gold?" Jing Wuming's words were simple, but Tang Yi wouldn't give up what he needed to know just because of this. Holding Jing Wuming's hand, he leaned forward a little, and as long as he advanced a little more, Jing Wuming's life would be lost here: "Can you tell me now what my value is, and what need you to kill me?"

"If you say it out loud, I'll let you out! If you don't say it out loud, I'm not interested in killing other people's chess pieces!"

The two of them stood opposite each other. Jing Wuming was already prepared to die when he was taken down by Tang Yi, but when he heard Tang Yi's words, Jing Wuming was startled. He was a chess piece. Was it out of disdain that he didn't kill him?

"Take your saber. The next time you want to kill me, use even more clever methods." Tang Yi did as he said, completely releasing Jing Wuming and returning the knife to him. He then turned around and used a disdainful attitude to tell him, "Even if my back is facing you, I'm not afraid of you!"

"Wait!"

Just as Tang Yi's figure was about to disappear, Jing Wuming suddenly called out to him, "Maybe I can tell you!"

"Tsk tsk, that's more like it!" Tang Yi seemed to have expected this, as he suddenly turned around after Jing Wuming said this, he retreated a few steps back, "Otherwise, if I occasionally pretend to be a saint and you don't tell me anything of value, I will lose my face."

Tang Yi's words made Jing Wuming's mouth twitch. Was there something wrong with this guy's head? Was it all an act?