Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

"Northwest! Watch out for the northwest!"

"There's a huge rock in the northwest mountains; the archers are right there!"

Chen Feng shouted at the top of his lungs to make sure his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the other noises.

Everyone was startled.

While keeping their horses under control, they all turned to look in the northwest direction.

Swish!

An arrow pierced the air.

Wang Huan reacted quickly, drawing his sword and cleaving the arrow at the last second.

Protect the horses.

Knowing the archers' location made things much easier, as everyone was a martial artist with extremely fast reaction times.

Just keep an eye on the archer's movements.

Simply block it in time.

As the saying goes, it's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark.

After several arrows were blocked, the archer realized he had been exposed and could only watch helplessly as the crowd moved out of his firing range.

He was helpless about it.

If there were more archers, perhaps there would be a chance to keep Chen Feng and the others at bay.

But cultivating one is incredibly difficult.

Of all those bandits, only one archer with good aim emerged.

The bandits could only glare angrily at Chen Feng and his group, helpless as they walked away.

They not only wasted their time, but also lost several brothers; they really lost a fortune.

The bandit leader, looking resentful, pulled a jar from his pocket and angrily smashed it on the ground.

The earthenware jar fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and shards of porcelain shattered in four directions.

A small flying insect flew out of the jar.

"withdraw!"

......

......

The wind whistled in my ears.

The scenery around me rushed past.

The road was bumpy, and the wooden planks of the carriage swayed and creaked.

The group ran for an unknown amount of time.

They continued until the horses were too exhausted to continue and had to stop to rest. Only then did the group find a secluded spot to stop and recuperate.

Zhang Jiu was in the best condition and had sufficient strength, so Chen Feng called him to be on guard against the rear.

Cheng Tingxue also stepped out of the carriage with her maid. She was pale and clearly quite frightened.

"We're not far from the next inn."

Chen Feng recalled the way he came, estimated the distance, and said:

"We need to replenish our water and food supplies quickly, and the horses also need some fodder."

Cheng Li nodded. He completely trusted Chen Feng, and the facts proved that Chen Feng's decision was correct.

His composure under pressure was impressive.

"No, we can't run anymore... The horse can't take it, and neither can we."

The warrior who had been shot with an arrow spoke while enduring the excruciating pain of bandaging his wound.

Fortunately, the arrow was not coated with poison, otherwise he would have really been doomed this time.

"Heh... You can't blame your companion for this. We sent him to take a look up the ridge, and what happened? He cheated and shirked his responsibilities."

"I'm afraid they'll just turn a corner and come right back," Wang Huan mocked.

The warrior struck by the arrow remained silent.

I understand that Wang Huan is right.

Moreover, recalling the escape scene just now, he vaguely felt that his friend was...

It was done on purpose by slowing down the speed.

They wanted to use him as a shield.

"How... how can this responsibility be entirely placed on me?" the square-faced martial artist exclaimed anxiously.

"If it's not your fault, whose fault is it? This state of affairs is entirely your responsibility, Mrs. Cheng. You must remember that."

Wang Huan deliberately spoke loudly and clearly, intending for Cheng Tingxue to hear him.

The square-faced martial artist's expression changed abruptly, and he subconsciously retorted:

"I clearly didn't see anyone."

"Ha, nobody... So many bandits, did you give birth to them? You know best whether you climbed up to check."

"That's because they hid it well."

"That's your problem too!"

Just as the two were arguing.

Chen Feng slowly stood up, stood next to Wang Huan, and coldly looked at the square-faced martial artist.

"Kneel down and admit your mistake, or get out."

The square-faced martial artist was taken aback.

Then he flew into a rage.

"Why should I?!"

Chen Feng didn't speak, but simply put on the fine iron knuckle duster.

He considers himself to be quite tolerant, believing that everyone should have the opportunity to make mistakes.

But he absolutely could not tolerate people who knew they were wrong but did not correct their mistakes remaining in the team.

They have repeatedly provoked us.

Unrepentant.

He's as stubborn as a dead duck.

Reasoning with this kind of person is useless; you have to use your fists.

"W-What do you want to do!"

The square-faced martial artist was immediately alarmed.

Chen Feng remained silent.

Take another step toward him.

Wang Huan had disliked this square-faced man for a long time, and when he saw Chen Feng about to make a move, he could only support him with his hands and feet.

"I am a member of the Xu family! You cannot lay a hand on me! Madam! Madam!"

Cheng Tingxue did not respond.

It seems to be tacit approval.

"You all need to control him! What gives him the right to make decisions?! It's me now! But it could be you next!"

The square-faced martial artist staggered back a step.

He shouted at the crowd.

However, no one responded to him.

This also includes Cheng Li and another martial artist from the Xu family.

The square-faced man could clearly feel the ostracism he was being ostracized, and he was furious.

Pointing at Chen Feng, he said:

"Aren't you right?! If you saw for yourself, how did things end up like this!"

Chen Feng sneered:

"Yes, I was wrong too. I failed to recognize that there was a useless person in the team who couldn't be kept."

"So now I'm going to kick this piece of trash out to prevent even bigger problems from arising."

The square-faced martial artist roared at the others:

"What are you doing! Can't you see he's about to attack his own people?!"

"One of our own..."

Chen Feng almost laughed.

next second.

Bang!

A powerful swing smashed right into the square-faced martial artist's mouth!

Hard brass knuckles.

He forcefully knocked out one of the square-faced martial artists' front teeth.

In an instant, flesh and blood were mangled.

The square-faced martial artist cried out in pain, clutching his face as blood dripped down, his mind blank.

I never expected Chen Feng to actually make a move.

No one else expected it either.

Chen Feng was so decisive.

"Do you realize you were wrong?"

Chen Feng asked coldly.

"You son of a bitch..."

Just as the square-faced martial artist was about to curse, Chen Feng's next punch was already aimed straight at his face!

Bang!

The bridge of his nose snapped off with that blow.

Snot, tears, and blood mingled together and rolled out.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

Chen Feng continued to ask.

The square-faced warrior roared, suddenly lowering his hand from his face and reaching for the sword at his waist.

Chen Feng saw this.

Without a word, he kicked him in the stomach.

"vomit......"

The square-faced martial artist rolled on the ground in pain, feeling as if he was about to vomit up his stomach acid.

"Do you admit your mistake?"

Chen Feng asked the question as usual.

This time, however, Chen Feng didn't even want to wait. He raised his hand and was about to throw another punch at the square-faced man.

"I was wrong!!!"

"Spare me!!!"

The loud noise was so great that even Zhang Jiu, who was on reconnaissance duty in the distance, could hear it.

The square-faced martial artist knelt on the ground, pleading with Chen Feng not to continue his attack.

If this keeps going, I'll really be beaten to death!

"I shouldn't have been lazy, I shouldn't have talked back to you, I shouldn't have shirked responsibility... It's all my fault, please forgive me."

His face was streaked with tears and blood, making him look utterly miserable.

Even Cheng Tingxue couldn't help but feel sorry for her, and hesitated to speak, but ultimately didn't say anything.

Instead, he entrusted everything to Chen Feng.

Faced with pleas for mercy, Chen Feng remained silent, simply watching quietly.

The square-faced warrior continued to cry out:

"Let me stay! I'll do whatever you say from now on! I'll do whatever you ask! I won't just go through the motions! Give me another chance! Please give me another chance!"

He didn't even care about the pain on his face.

Because he realized that the team was now dominated by Chen Feng's absolute authority.

Even if Chen Feng kicks him out of the car team, no one will speak up for him.

And here.

In these deep mountains and old forests.

Traveling alone is tantamount to courting death!

Any random band of bandits could take his life.