With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

Just as Hu Xianfeng was about to launch an attack, the yamen runners who had been standing far away suddenly approached the two of them.

Hu Xianfeng noticed this, turned sideways warily, looked at the constable, and stopped moving.

"We can't fight here; he's not the only one who came."

If you fight here, the other person will likely find you by following this person's trail in a while.

The constable pointed at Hu Xianfeng and quickly reminded Zhao Yao.

"Stop talking!"

Hu Xianfeng glared menacingly at the constable. Realizing that the Lock Yuan Pill had taken effect and the bleeding from his abdominal wound had stopped, he kicked a stone at the constable.

swoosh~

The stone shot out, tearing through the cloth and knocking the bundle from the hands of the constable.

"Oh my god!"

The constable was attacked, cried out in alarm, and his body slowly faded away, disappearing from the spot and reappearing in the distance.

Thanks!

Zhao Yao raised his hand to signal to the yamen runner and loudly thanked him.

He glanced at Hu Xianfeng, who was looking at him, smiled at Hu Xianfeng, and then ran away.

"You can't escape!"

Hu Xianfeng took off after him.

After the two men had left the area, the constable ran back and picked up the bundle.

Beside the bundle, the painting that Magistrate Zhou Yan had given to Zhao Yao fell out and unfolded.

The bailiff picked it up, looked at the scene of the capital city in the distance on the scroll, and read aloud the poem that Magistrate Zhou Yan had written to Zhao Yao:

"In the face of turmoil, lower your head and wait for the tide to recede so that the boat may be at ease."

Do not say that fleeting clouds will forever obscure the sun; fortunes will eventually turn.

The bailiff rolled up the painting again and put it away, feeling quite puzzled.

First, he sent word that he was not allowed to return to the city, and then he presented this poem to the county magistrate. What does this mean?

……

Zhao Yao maintained his normal height of 2.5 meters, neither merging with the Yuan Qi miniature nor transforming into a demon, and was running away with all his might.

Since there's more than one person from Black Wind Stronghold, we need to conserve our strength and try to kill this person with minimal cost!

Hu Xianfeng was in hot pursuit behind him.

"You're dead!"

Hu Xianfeng grinned menacingly, gathered all his strength, and with a powerful push of his feet, charged towards Zhao Yao's back, delivering a punch to his back.

hum~

The force rippled out from where Zhao Yao was struck on the back, then vanished in an instant, completely absorbed by the Death Soldier Spear.

He replenished his body with his vital energy to maintain bodily functions, and without stopping, he continued to stride forward, leaving Hu Xianfeng behind.

How is that possible?

He was hit by my attack, but why was he completely unaffected?

Hu Xianfeng stared at Zhao Yao's departing figure with a look of astonishment, but still immediately chased after him.

Not long after, he caught up with Zhao Yao again.

As before, he gathered all his strength, pushed off with his feet, and unleashed another Black Tiger Strike the Heart, striking directly at Zhao Yao's back.

bang~

The tiger's paw struck his back, and the ripples and vibrations spread in all directions.

Despite being clearly hit in the back, Zhao Yao seemed oblivious, continuing his escape without pause, taking long strides and leaving Hu Xianfeng far behind in the blink of an eye.

Hu Xianfeng stood frozen in place, staring at Zhao Yao's retreating figure, completely stunned.

Absolutely impossible!

I do not believe!

His face contorted, he strode forward and quickly caught up with Zhao Yao.

He quickly caught up, staring intently at Zhao Yao's back, repeatedly activating his strange techniques.

"A wondrous technique, the Tiger's Roar!"

"A wondrous technique, the Nightmare Tiger!"

Hu Xianfeng let out a tiger's roar:

"Woof!"

Zhao Yao's vision went black, and his head spun. It was as if a tiger-dog with a blazing fire burning in its abdomen and white steam billowing from its mouth and nose appeared behind him, rapidly reaching out its claws to pounce on him.

His pupils dilated, he lost control of his body, and his steps faltered, freezing in place.

bang~

Hu Xianfeng struck Zhao Yao in the back with all his might, causing ripples to spread and a dull thud to resound.

After being struck by the 'Nightmare Tiger', Zhao Yao regained his senses. Thinking about what had just happened, even though he was in a life-or-death situation, he couldn't help but smile.

He roughly guessed that this Hu Xianfeng must have also used the method described on the parchment, "to implant the inner core of the Fire Tiger into a person's body to condense a magical technique," and thus obtained the two magical techniques, "Tiger's Roar" and "Nightmare Tiger."

Judging from the tiger's roar, this person did not receive any Fire Tiger Inner Core.

"Aren't you dead yet?"

How could a mere, frail student survive three of my moves?

Hu Xianfeng looked at Zhao Yao, who seemed perfectly fine, and felt utterly devastated. His eyes were glazed over, and he couldn't accept it.

Perhaps because of his position, he was unaware of the existence of the "Death Soldier Gun".

Zhao Yao replenished his wounds with his vital energy, held the assassin's spear, slowly turned around, looked at Hu Xianfeng, tried hard to suppress the corners of his mouth, and continued to speak in a weak manner:

"See? I may be an ordinary person and no match for you, but you can't kill me either."

"Why don't you just obediently go back, and we'll each go back to our own homes, how about that?"

"die!"

Hu Xianfeng was determined and refused to give up. His face was contorted, and he kicked off the ground, his tiger claws attacking again.

I thought you'd say "that makes sense"...

Zhao Yao muttered to himself, grabbed the handle of the assassin's gun, pulled it back so that the handle was against the ground, and gripped the back of the spearhead with his fingers, pointing the spearhead at Hu Xianfeng, as if to unleash its power.

Upon seeing this, Hu Xianfeng felt a chill run down his spine. He experienced a phantom pain in his abdomen and swayed his body up, down, left, and right to dodge the attack. He leaped to the side and forward, trying to both avoid the attack and immediately close in for a counterattack.

Zhao Yao held the spearhead behind his hand, flexibly and promptly adjusting the aim. Just before Hu Xianfeng lunged at him, he activated the spear, unleashing a sharp burst of energy towards Hu Xianfeng's chest!

swoosh~

Hu Xianfeng was already on guard; he dodged the attack through the air with a swift movement, and a look of delight spread across his face as he burst into laughter.

"Ha ha……"

puff~

Zhao Yao was prepared and seized the opportunity when Hu Xianfeng had not yet generated new strength after dodging, instantly splashing out half a pot of water from the Ascension Pool.

"ah--"

Hu Xianfeng's joy turned to sorrow, and he cried out in pain.

He was splashed with water that rose up, and white smoke immediately appeared. His facial skin and eyes were instantly corroded and damaged, and his smiling face turned into a rotten face.

Zhao Yao seized the opportunity and struck hard on Hu Xianfeng, who was right in front of him. He grabbed the back of the spearhead and used it as a dagger to stab him.

slap~

In a flash, Hu Xianfeng, enduring the pain, listened to the sound and dodged the attack, even managing to grab Zhao Yao's arm.

I've got you!

You've ruined me terribly! I'll grind you to dust!

Hu Xianfeng, blind and in a pitiful state, spoke with extreme malice.

Zhao Yao ignored him, but gave him face by trying to move her arm, and then leaned in and crashed into Hu Xianfeng's arms.

"Huh? Looking for death?"

Hu Xianfeng was confused by Zhao Yao's move, but driven by his killing intent, he closed his arms and locked them around Zhao Yao's neck.

"Starfire!"

Zhao Yao bumped into Hu Xianfeng's arms, his pupils dilated, and he visualized the two vertical pupils converging at his forehead, instantly igniting a layer of fiery red star power flames around his body.

Call ~

"ah--"

Hu Xianfeng screamed in agony as his arms and clothes, which he had reached for the flames, were ignited, and most of his skin on his front was instantly destroyed.

He reflexively pulled his arm away, touched the ground with his toes, and tried to jump backward, but Zhao Yao was prepared. He merged with a small figure of primordial energy, transforming it into a black iron warrior more than three meters tall. Zhao Yao rushed forward two steps, grabbed his body, and locked him in his arms.

"Hehe~"

Hu Xianfeng struggled desperately in the black iron arms, his throat burned and making strange noises. He trembled as he raised his charred arms and weakly pushed against Zhao Yao's body.

Zhao Yao, leaning on his assassin's gun, knelt on the ground, his body rippling with waves of energy. He remained motionless, frozen in place, as Zhao Yao was beaten.

He was expressionless, just like a cast-iron statue.

After a long while.

The red flames around him disappeared, and Hu Xianfeng, who was under his arm, also became motionless and lifeless, turning into a piece of charred remains.

He used his own body as firewood, burning Hu Xianfeng alive.