C86 Eerie Battle

The strange death of that martial artist from before had caused the other martial artists to feel a kind of fear from the bottom of their hearts. They had never seen such a strange and unknown way of dying.

The only one who understood all of this was Zuo Feng, but he couldn't understand it completely either. Until now, he still hadn't figured out the existence of this turbulent spiritual energy. He only vaguely knew that this violent spiritual energy was fundamentally different from the spiritual energy he had absorbed during his previous cultivation.

The bandits took out their weapons one by one, but none of them were willing to be the first to rush up. After all, they didn't know how Zuo Feng killed his comrades.

This scene was very strange. A teenager was looking around warily at the warriors who were moving around. More than a dozen martial artists ferociously shouted as they circled around the youth in the middle. Both sides seemed to be preparing for a stalemate.

"Aooo …"

In the distance, a muffled roar of a beast could be heard. This roar reverberated unceasingly among the mountains, making it impossible to determine its distance from the crowd. However, this roar had broken the stalemate. Finally, there were bandits who were afraid of the arrival of demon beasts and chose to attack Zuo Feng in a probing manner.

His actions immediately attracted the attention of his companions. Three more warriors walked out from the outer circle and approached Zuo Feng.

Zuo Feng vigilantly observed the four bandits that approached them. His eyes were fixated on the person that was approaching them. Even though he didn't turn his head back, with such a close distance probing with his psychokinesis, he could clearly sense the movements of the three people behind him. Two of the four held blades and two people held them in their hands. The one in front of them held a short knife in his hand. When he saw Zuo Feng approaching, he immediately rushed forward.

At this moment, Zuo Feng's body had already regained its original agility, and what made him feel the most amazing was that after the berserk spiritual energy was released, he was shocked to find that the injury on his leg no longer hurt.

Although he didn't have time to check his body, the wound on his leg seemed to have healed. This discovery ignited hope in Zuo Feng. If he could get out of their encirclement by a fluke, he had the confidence that they wouldn't catch up to him in a short period of time, but that was on the premise that he didn't lose control of the spiritual energy in his body.

Seeing Zuo Feng rushing towards him, the warrior in front of him was first slightly stunned, but then he took two steps back with fear written all over his face. Zuo Feng suddenly sped up and arrived in front of him. The saber-wielding martial artist subconsciously raised his dagger and chopped towards Zuo Feng.

Because he still felt some fear in his heart, his blade movements were mostly probing and testing. As a result, his speed was naturally not very fast since he had not fully circulated his strength. Zuo Feng easily dodged the opponent's blade and extended his tiny palm to strike at the wrist.

The saber-wielding martial artist clearly didn't expect Zuo Feng's reaction. However, when Zuo Feng's palm struck towards his wrist, he jumped backwards like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Because this action was too sudden, even after landing, he was unable to stand firmly and directly fell onto the ground, rolling two rounds before stopping. No one laughed when they saw this hilarious scene. Instead, they stared at the skinny youngster with even more nervousness. They guessed that if this youngster accidentally hit them, they would most likely die in the next moment.

There was a smile on Zuo Feng's lips. He had wanted to test the power of that palm just now, and he was very satisfied with the result. There was a small amount of luck for Zuo Feng to release the turbulent spiritual energy into his body and kill him. After all, he was not sure if he could do it again.

However, even if he could do it, the violent spiritual energy would be concentrated in his chest. When he could use his palm to release it directly, it would be the time when this weird spiritual energy would cover his four limbs. At that time, Zuo Feng's body would probably explode and die, much less face to face with his enemies.

The three martial artists behind him saw how miserable their companions looked. They also clearly saw the movement of Zuo Feng's palm just now. This caused them to be even more terrified of this young man's strange ability. At the same time, they also realized that the youth was still wary of the short blade's attack, so the three of them hesitated before clenching their teeth and slowly moving towards Zuo Feng from behind.

Zuo Feng knew what the three were doing without looking back. Even the three who were preparing to ambush him could guess 50 to 60% of it. He pretended to stare at the enemies in front of him without even knowing it.

The three of them soon arrived behind Zuo Feng. They exchanged glances and then raised their weapons to attack Zuo Feng.

At this moment, a trace of undetectable viciousness flashed across Zuo Feng's eyes, and he directly jumped backwards without looking back. His thin body was like a nimble wild beast as he quickly rushed in front of one of the warriors.

These people had just raised their weapons and were preparing to slash down. The young man in front of him acted as if he had eyes in the back of his head as he stepped forward just in time to avoid all the incoming weapons. The young man had yet to turn his face away.

This strange scene made all the bandits, who had been frightened many times, feel a chill in their hearts. This youth was very strange from the inside out. It was as if he had an endless stream of secrets that could be unearthed from head to toe. These desperate criminals who had been licking the blood off of their heads all day felt a chill down their spines.

Although the three of them were a bit slower, they still changed their direction and continued to attack Zuo Feng. Zuo Feng fell backwards as if he had seen it with his own eyes. Before his body could almost touch the ground, he heavily stomped on the ground with his feet. His body shot forward like an arrow.

He was completely out of their expectations. His weapons were all thrown into the air. Zuo Feng's body slightly curled up. When his head was about to hit one of the warrior's toes, he suddenly hit the ground with his hand and used the pushing force to turn his body into a flying upwards.

"Bang …" "Puff …"

The sound of the collision was accompanied by a muffled sound. The left wind flew diagonally while slamming into the chest of the enemy with his shoulder. The moment their bodies came into contact, he twisted his body and placed his back against the chest of the enemy. At the same time, Zuo Feng directed the raging spiritual energy in his body towards his opponent, causing two sounds to ring out.

Although he had successfully avoided the enemy's attacks both times, Zuo Feng knew that his martial skills and reaction weren't much higher than theirs. On the contrary, the weakest of the warriors in front of him were all at the Third or Fourth Rank of Bone Refining.

This kind of martial artist had experienced a long period of bitter training and battles. Moreover, most of them had extraordinary martial skills and rich combat experience.

Zuo Feng could be said to be fighting any one of them fairly. It would be extremely difficult for him to escape. However, it was Zuo Feng who was using his special body condition and the fear in everyone's hearts that they didn't understand to play with this group of people in his palms.

"Ah …" "Sob, sob …"

A painful scream was heard again. The warrior who had been hit by Zuo Feng was screaming in pain, but he couldn't finish his sentence. Soon, his body began to twitch like the man before him. He wanted to grab his companions, but his two companions had already fled when they saw the situation turn grim.

He did not last two breaths before falling to the ground, trembling. His body also began to swell like the man before him. This time, people could clearly see that the blood and spiritual energy was flowing through several important meridians in the body. This kind of situation only occurred when one's cultivation went berserk and the spiritual energy was completely out of control.

After this catharsis, Zuo Feng felt much more comfortable. His sharp eyes swept across the warriors surrounding him. Every bandit that was under his gaze subconsciously retreated backwards.

Such a threat was not without purpose. Very soon, Zuo Feng saw a warrior trembling in fear after he saw it. He couldn't even control the sword in his hand. When he saw this warrior, he coldly revealed a cruel smile, then quickly rushed towards this Mountain Thief.

"Ah!"

When the Mountain Bandits saw the youth that looked like a fiend rushing towards it, it no longer dared to stay at its original spot and shout at its companion to flee behind. The screams of fear that came out were sharp and hoarse. Seeing that his opponent allowed him to escape, Zuo Feng naturally did not continue to chase after him impulsively. Instead, he quickly escaped out of the encirclement through the gap that he had created.

"Stop him." A low shout came from the distant ridge, and the fleeing Zuo Feng could tell it was the rat-faced bandit's voice.

Hearing this voice, the other bandits immediately reacted, but Zuo Feng's speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he had already charged out of the encirclement and ran into the forest at full speed. Those bandits had only chased for a short distance, but when they saw that no one wanted to chase after them, they all gave up.

"Did all of you turn stupid? Why did you let him run away?" The rat-faced man's voice rang out once more. The previous sentence was still halfway up the mountain, but this time, it came from the foot of the mountain. After a few breaths, his figure appeared in front of everyone. Nine martial practitioners in gray robes and expressionless faces were also following him.

"Are all of you crazy? Do you not know what our goal for tonight is?" If I just let him go like this, won't my words be like farts? " The rat-faced man's face was currently filled with anger, because the veins on the side of his face were bulging from his excitement.

"Leader, this young man is too weird. Just now, he was kicked in the chest by Ma Wu with all his strength, but Ma Wu died on the spot." And just now, Yan Qi also died in a strange manner after being hit by him. " One of the martial artists fearfully walked two steps forward and explained to the rat-faced man.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you getting drunk?" The scoundrel-faced man's face was filled with impatience, he turned around and slapped the person who just spoke.

The person was slapped so hard that he almost flew off the ground. He staggered a few steps back before he managed to stabilize his body. After a pause, he spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a broken tooth.

He rubbed his swollen face and said, feeling wronged, "We saw it with our own eyes. It's not that I'm spouting nonsense, but I've never had a single sip of alcohol tonight."

Hearing his words, the rat-faced man and the gray-robed man looked around at the people around them. They could see the lingering fear in their eyes, and nodded their heads in agreement.

Only then did the rat-faced man somewhat believe what the man had said. He turned around to look at an elder in the group of gray-robed men. The elderly man wore two long swords on his body. At this moment, he had a serious expression on his face as he thought about the words of the bandit who had just beaten him up.