C154 After Unlocking

Two flame bombs flew out. This was the first time the six people behind the mouse-faced man had seen such a thing. However, they had heard from the person who reported that this type of flame lightning could explode and be extremely powerful.

The six of them retreated without any hesitation. As for the mouse-faced man, he hesitated for a moment before rushing forward. Although the two flame bombs weren't aimed at him, he estimated that they would at least deal some damage to him. At this moment, he only had two choices. Together with his companions, he retreated to avoid this explosion.

However, he knew that if he were to retreat, with Zuo Feng's strength, he would be able to kill the Bone Refining martial artists around him in a short period of time. If that was the case, he could only choose to charge forward. However, if he did so, he would undoubtedly become Zuo Feng's shield, helping him block the damage from the explosion, allowing him to gain the upper hand.

The rat-faced man only hesitated for a moment, but he still chose to charge forward to intercept Zuo Feng. Because he did not dare to give Zuo Feng a chance to catch his breath, he did not know how many more of these "mysterious silver balls" existed on Zuo Feng's body.

Zuo Feng had already guessed that the mouse-faced man would make such a choice, so he didn't stop at all. Just as the two flame bombs exploded, Zuo Feng and the mouse-faced man had already started exchanging blows.

As soon as they started fighting, the face of the rat-faced man twisted, because dozens of silver fragments had already pierced into his body. Zuo Feng took the opportunity to attack with all his might. While the opponent was distracted by the pain on his back, he waved his left fist and a black short blade appeared in his right hand the moment he attacked.

The sudden appearance of this black dagger caused the rat-faced man's expression to become even more unsightly. He was confident that his cultivation was one whole stage higher than his opponent, so when he came, he didn't bring any weapons. Now that he was empty-handed, he could only concentrate his spiritual energy on his arm and receive a blow.

The short blade flashed with a pitch-black light as it sliced through the mouse-faced man's arm, instantly cutting his skin. However, it only penetrated a few inches before it stopped. He had seen the fight between the grey-clothed men and the wild beasts before, so he had a rough understanding of the toughness of the body of a Tempered Body martial artist.

Zuo Feng didn't want to be entangled with him too much. As he cut his opponent's arm open, he ferociously stomped on his opponent's lower abdomen with a fast kick. Although the rat-faced man was injured, his movements were not affected in the slightest. At the same time, he lifted his knee and kicked.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound of flesh colliding could be heard. The mouse-faced man felt as if his opponent's kick was hollow and powerless, his knee hitting against Zuo Feng's foot without any resistance. With his rich experience, he immediately noticed the problem and quickly turned his head to shout, "Everyone, be careful!"

At this moment, the silver fragments from the explosion had just dispersed. Although none of the six people had lost their lives, their bodies had suffered different degrees of injuries. Just as they were about to rush up to help the scoundrel face man, they heard his frantic shout.

Immediately after, a ghost-like figure quickly scuttled over. Zuo Feng was extremely fast, and with the strength of the knee strike from the rat-faced man, it was difficult to see his figure clearly as he moved forward at high speed.

"Ah!"

As soon as the rat-faced man's voice fell, a fourth level Refinement Stage martial artist had already died on the spot. Zuo Feng did not stop at that. He turned around and dashed towards another person. The scoundrel-faced man let out an angry snort, turned around, and quickly charged over.

Zuo Feng's steps changed once again, and his body also became blurry and transformed into three. However, this time, Zuo Feng's figure did not disappear mysteriously like before. Without the help of the small beast, "Against the Wind", he could not use the "Instant Cleaving Clone Technique" either. Even so, the people in front of him were at a loss for what to do.

The rat-faced man's figure that was charging over paused. Even with his level 1 Body Tempering stage strength, he was unable to tell which one was Zuo Feng's clone in such a short period of time. Three figures rapidly charged towards the three people in front of them. However, at this moment, the rat-faced man yelled loudly: "Be careful Ma Wu, he …"

When Zuo Feng moved, the rat-faced man couldn't tell which one was the real one. However, just as Zuo Feng was about to launch an attack, this Tempered Body warrior immediately noticed the slight difference and quickly warned him.

However, his warning was still a bit too slow. The mouse faced man's words came to an abrupt halt, because the companion he called Ma Wu was already slowly falling to the ground with his hands covering his chest.

The left wind that unlocked the cage felt like a different person. Previously, when he was in the spiral tower, he had felt the pleasant and comfortable feeling after he unlocked the cage. The spirit energy in his body seemed to have been ignited, and as it flowed, it was like his arm was being controlled. Moreover, the spirit energy within his sea of consciousness contained traces of the power of thunder. The speed at which it revolved was much faster than that of an ordinary martial artist.

Originally, Zuo Feng needed to rely on all sorts of methods to kill the middle or late stage Bone Refining martial artists while carrying the "Prison Lock". However, now that Zuo Feng had unlocked the "prison", he could easily kill a Bone Refining stage martial artist at the fourth or fifth level. He could even fight a Bone Refining stage martial artist at the seventh or eighth level.

At this moment, the mouse-faced man was already in a rage. He clearly had a cultivation level higher than his opponent, but he was still unable to catch Zuo Feng's shadow. He could only gloomily watch as Zuo Feng killed his men one by one in front of him.

After the upheaval at the Golden Rock Mountain, not many people had brought them out, and he was the only high-ranked warrior left. However, he had lost seven people while chasing after Zuo Feng in the forest, and then encountered that terrifying demon beast in the Tianping Mountain Range. Now, he only had six remaining underlings.

Seeing Zuo Feng mercilessly harvest the lives of his subordinates, the rat-faced man's heart bled. With an almost hysterical shout, the mouse-faced man crazily charged forward. He naturally hoped to intercept Zuo Feng before he could kill the next person.

However, just as he was about to catch up to Zuo Feng's figure, Zuo Feng's body suddenly flew backwards. As if having eyes at the back of his head, he dodged the mouse-faced man's claw and fiercely smacked the ground with his left hand while he was flying backwards.

Zuo Feng's current strength in his left hand was terrifying even to himself. It left a deep imprint on the limestone ground, and his body once again fiercely sped up as he turned around and flew to the other side.

Originally, he saw Zuo Feng was charging towards the leftmost person. However, in the blink of an eye, Zuo Feng had already made two turns and arrived in front of the person on the right. When he was about twenty feet away from the warrior, Zuo Feng suddenly threw the short blade backwards.

The short blade drew a strange arc in the air as it dodged past the mouse-faced man and continued to fly towards the leftmost person. The scoundrel-faced man was shocked and shouted, "Be careful!"

At this moment, Zuo Feng had already arrived in front of the Fighter on the right. This person was also at the fifth level of the Bone Refining stage. Although the mouse-faced man had already loudly warned him, he could tell that Zuo Feng was only at the second level of the Refinement Realm. Although his speed was extremely terrifying, he believed that he would still be able to win if he were to fight head on.

More importantly, this warrior was holding a short sword. Seeing Zuo Feng rushing towards him with a thrust of his fist, he didn't hesitate to swing his sword. Zuo Feng's eyes suddenly lit up as he charged forward. His body suddenly sped up as well. He had actually rushed forward at the same time as the dagger came slashing down on him.

He grabbed the other's wrist, which was holding the short sword, with his other hand, he swung his palm like a knife, aiming for the inside of the arm, which was holding the sword. The warrior's elbow was in pain and he subconsciously bent down. But the next moment, he knew something was wrong. Because Zuo Feng had grabbed his wrist and pushed forward, the short blade had already turned around.

With a howl, the dagger stabbed into the man's chest. At almost the same time, the black dagger shot out like a black meteor and arrived in front of the martial artist on the left. Originally, he was still rejoicing because Zuo Feng had given up on him, but now he heard a loud warning from the rat-faced man.

But it was too late. Sharp blades flew past his neck. The martial artist subconsciously used his hand to cover his neck, but blood continued to flow through the gaps between his fingers. The mouse-faced man had already almost gone mad with hatred towards Zuo Feng, he had completely forgotten about capturing and torturing his secrets. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to rip Zuo Feng into ten thousand pieces.

The proficient man had already arrived behind Zuo Feng in his rage, and viciously punched at Zuo Feng with a huge amount of spiritual energy.

"Bang!"

After a muffled sound, fresh blood flew in the air, mixed with white brain matter and a skull. When the rat-faced man saw the target in front of him, he couldn't help but be livid. Because the person in front of him whose head had been smashed apart still had a short sword stuck in his chest. At that moment, Zuo Feng used the warriors he had killed earlier as shields.

A figure above him flashed past at high speed, and the mouse-faced man could clearly see that this figure was his true target. After Zuo Feng landed on the ground, he didn't stop and rushed to the side. At the same time, he caught the black dagger that had been knocked back.

At this moment, the experienced man finally stopped his steps. He had already realized that Zuo Feng's speed was not any slower than his. Moreover, he had never seen such strange moves before. At this time, he no longer chased after Zuo Feng, but stared coldly at him.

"..."

In the blink of an eye, only the mouse-faced man and Zuo Feng were left on the field. The scoundrel faced man's face was currently red to the point of turning purple. One could clearly see a thick blue vein pulsating on his forehead. It was obvious that the scoundrel face man was extremely angry at this moment.

"You … I will not let you die, I will let you live. I will torture you in different ways every day. I will not let you die. I will let you taste the utmost of human torture. "

The rat-faced man's voice was hoarse and trembling, and as he spoke, the muscles on his face constantly twitched. Zuo Feng, on the other hand, observed his opponent very calmly. From the start of their fight until now, he had a vague feeling.

'This rat-faced man seems to be injured? '