socalfunplaces Chapter 768 Dealing with Zhang Qi and He Yao
Chapter 768 Dealing with Zhang Qi and He Yao
Liu Qi felt like he was on fire, restless. Seeing Zhang Qi and He Yao huddled together, whispering to each other for a long time without making any movement, he couldn't help but raise his voice, his tone filled with tears and impatience: "What are you two whispering about? Are you really here to save me? If you keep hesitating, they'll rush over and I'll be caught with you!"
The gray-robed man who led the Law Enforcement Hall glanced at him, his eyes devoid of warmth, and his tone as cold as ice: "Alright, you're not from the Fierce Tiger Sect, and this has nothing to do with you. Leave now before we change our minds."
When Liu Qi heard this, his heart dropped back into his stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out they weren't targeting him! A fawning smile instantly appeared on his face. He didn't care about Zhang Qi and He Yao's expressions at the moment. He turned around and tried to slip away, his steps swift as the wind. "Then I'll be leaving first. You guys are busy, busy!"
When Zhang Qi saw that he was about to run away, he immediately became furious and shouted at him: "Where are you going to do? Stop right there!" It was obvious that this Liu guy wanted to distance himself from the matter and use them as scapegoats!
Liu Qi paused, and when he turned around, his face was already filled with a gloating smile, and his tone was a little teasing: "They are obviously here to arrest you two traitors. What does it have to do with me? I'm waiting behind the tree nearby, just to see how you get away. After all, you still owe me spirit stones. Don't die like this, otherwise I'll be at a loss."
Zhang Qi gritted his teeth, nearly breaking them. He turned to look at He Yao, his eyes darkening, and lowered his voice to a whisper, "Alright, forget about that guy. It's time to fight. You know the methods of the Law Enforcement Hall. If we fall into their hands, there's no way we'll survive. If we don't fight, we'll die in this forest today!"
He Yao nodded heavily, then pulled a long, gleaming sword from his back. The blade caught the scattered light from the forest, blinding anyone. He gripped the hilt so tightly that his knuckles turned white, clearly ready for a fight to the death.
The captain of the Law Enforcement Hall stood on a huge rock at the back, watching all this calmly, as if he were watching a long-planned play. The reason they brought these new disciples out this time was to give them some practice. After all, in the sect, there weren't many opportunities to fight with real weapons. He raised his chin towards a sturdy disciple beside him. That disciple was Xiao Bao, who was rubbing his hands together, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The captain said calmly, "Alright, I'll just watch from the side this time. Fight with all your might and perform well. Don't embarrass the Law Enforcement Hall."
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall were instantly energized. They straightened their backs, hands on their weapons, eyes filled with eagerness. They took two steps forward, the dry branches under their feet making a crisp "crackling" sound, and shouted at Zhang Qi and He Yao in a deep voice, "If you know what's good for you, surrender honestly and surrender! Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude, you will only end up dead!"
A cold smile curled up Zhang Qi's lips, a laugh tinged with despair and madness—surrender? He knew all too well that, given their crimes of betraying the sect and embezzling elixirs, even if they surrendered obediently, they would be killed if captured. They might even have to endure the torture of the Soul-Searching Whip and the Soul-Severing Nail before finally dying. Rather than that, it would be better to fight to the death. Perhaps there was still a way out! He tightened his grip on the iron bar, and spiritual energy began to surge through his body. His robes fluttered without a breeze, exuding a fearless and fierce aura.
Zhang Qi and He Yao exchanged a glance, their understanding unspoken. Zhang Qi leaped out like a raccoon, his toes tapping through the dappled shadows of the trees. A short blade, gleaming with a cold gleam, suddenly appeared in his hand, and he lunged at the law enforcement officer on the far left. He Yao, meanwhile, bent his waist and clenched his fists, charging headfirst into the attack from the two men. His fists, swirling with the wind, pierced the air with a whirring sound.
The leftmost law enforcement officer was about to draw his sword when Zhang Qi approached, his short blade slashing against his wrist, forcing his grip to retract. Seizing this opening, Zhang Qi swiftly raised his elbow and struck the officer in the ribs. The officer groaned and doubled over. Then Zhang Qi spun around and delivered a sweeping kick, catching him squarely in the knee. With a soft snap, the officer screamed and fell to his knees. Zhang Qi then raised his foot, striking the back of his neck with his heel, sending him limp and soundless.
Elsewhere, He Yao was locked in a tug-of-war with two men. One swung a knife at him, and he didn't dodge. The moment his left arm blocked the blade, his right fist slammed into the man's chest like a sledgehammer. The man felt like he'd been hit by a boulder, sent flying backwards and slammed into a tree trunk. A salty, sweet taste welled up in his throat, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move. Seeing this, another man roared and attacked from the side. He Yao glimpsed him as he turned, then ducked down and elbowed the man in the jaw. With a thud, several of his teeth came loose, and he saw stars. He Yao had already grabbed the man's neck and pinned him to the ground. The back of his head banged against a rock, and he fainted on the spot.
In a matter of moments, two men had fallen. The remaining law enforcement officers, stunned and enraged, intensified their attack, their swords and sabers interwoven into a web in the night. Zhang Qi's movements were nimble, his short blade darting through gaps, sometimes striking at the lower body, sometimes at the wrist, forcing his opponent back repeatedly. He Yao, like an iron tower, stood firm in the center, his fists pounding with impenetrable force. Each blow landed with immense force, shaking the opponent's blade and numbing the palm of his hand.
One of the team members seized the opportunity and thrust his long blade straight into Zhang Qi's back. Zhang Qi, as if he had eyes on his back, twisted his body to avoid the blow, and at the same time, swung back with his short blade, slicing through the opponent's sleeve, sending a trail of blood. The moment the team member was distracted by the pain, He Yao strode over and kicked him squarely in the side, sending him crashing into the bushes, where he couldn't get out for a long time.
Two more men tried to surround He Yao, one slashing at his shoulder with a knife, the other thrusting a sword at his abdomen. He Yao didn't retreat, but advanced, blocking the long knife with his left arm while grabbing the incoming blade with his right hand and forcibly pulling it back. The sword-wielding team member lost his balance and lunged forward, only to be met with a headbutt from He Yao. Blood immediately flowed, and he fell to the ground with a groan.
Xiao Bao watched from the side, his face growing increasingly grim, his fists clenched and rattling. These law enforcement officers were all carefully selected experts, yet they were beaten to the point of being unable to fight back by the two men. Seeing another man, forced to surrender with Zhang Qi's short blade at his throat, he finally couldn't contain himself and shouted, "That's enough! Everyone retreat!"