Chapter 94: Complete Victory

Although the three items he obtained couldn’t be used immediately, Han Li nonetheless took them all without hesitation.

Then he stood up, brushed the dust off his body, and gazed at the Wild Wolf Gang members with a half-smiling, half-sardonic expression.

“Do you plan to cut your own meridians yourselves, or shall I help you on your way?” Han Li’s tone was polite, but his words left the Wild Wolf Gang no room whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, Jia Tianlong felt a chilling coldness spread through his body, freezing his entire face stiff.

He kept silently urging himself to stay calm—there must be a way to deal with this man—but he couldn’t help wiping his face, only to find his forehead drenched in cold sweat. Jia Tianlong gave a bitter smile, knowing without a mirror that his face must be dreadful beyond description.

He strained to turn his neck and looked around at the others; everyone else was pale-faced, their expressions filled with terror and panic, as if facing certain doom. They stood helplessly, showing not a trace of fighting spirit.

In his despair, Jia Tianlong turned toward the Qixuan Sect. There, his archenemy Wang Juechu stared at him with the cold gaze of someone looking at a corpse, and most others wore expressions of vengeance fulfilled.

Jia Tianlong felt utterly lost. His gaze drifted unconsciously beyond the death arena, landing on the loyal followers who should have stood by him. Their expressions varied—some anxious, some indifferent—but a large group actually wore smiles, huddled together whispering, clearly reveling in his misfortune.

“No—I cannot die here! I must survive—I must continue my quest for dominance!” Something in one of his men’s expressions struck a nerve in Jia Tianlong; suddenly, madness flashed in his eyes.

“Men! Iron Guards, advance! Crossbows ready! Everyone else, prepare your hidden weapons!”

Jia Tianlong, as the gang’s leader, was no fool—his roar, infused with inner strength, jolted the dazed crowd into sudden alertness. Whether Wild Wolf Gang members or fighters from smaller factions, all now had a center to rally around; they clenched fists, rolled up sleeves, and prepared for a final, desperate stand.

Han Li frowned slightly, let out a soft hum, then stepped forward alone, hands clasped behind his back, walking slowly toward Jia Tianlong.

“Looks like I’ll have to go through a bit more trouble,” Han Li thought wryly.

As soon as the opponent entered the crossbow range, Jia Tianlong licked his dry lips and gave the order without hesitation: “Fire!”

Instantly, hundreds of pale-blue steel crossbow bolts surged toward Han Li in a dense, impenetrable storm, filling the air before him like a wall of steel.

An astonishing scene unfolded: Jia Tianlong watched as the young man before him showed no fear at the incoming bolts—instead, he smirked strangely at him. Then his body blurred, and the bolts passed through him without resistance, flying harmlessly into the distance. In that instant, his body seemed to have become insubstantial. Then, under the bright daylight, he swayed slightly and vanished without a trace.

Jia Tianlong’s face turned ashen. He was just about to order his men to be cautious when Han Li suddenly reappeared only a dozen steps away.

Before Jia Tianlong could give another command, the Iron Guards fired their crossbows again, and other fighters launched darts, sleeve arrows, and hidden weapons—all in a chaotic barrage aimed at Han Li. To their stunned disbelief, the opponent vanished again before their very eyes.

As Jia Tianlong reeled in terror, two piercing screams erupted behind him. He spun around in shock.

Two Iron Guards standing side by side had suddenly become blazing human torches. The vanished youth stood before them, withdrawing his hands from their bodies. The instant his palms left their skin, the two guards turned to ash. Jia Tianlong glimpsed faint red light flickering in the youth’s palms—what mysterious art or secret technique was that?

What Jia Tianlong witnessed was Han Li’s perfect fusion of spell and martial skill: the red glow in his palm was none other than the small fireball of the “Fireball Spell.”

Han Li’s internal magic flowed slowly, replenishing the fireball’s size after its earlier depletion. Then his form vanished again—only to reappear at the far end of the crowd, where he turned another man into a blazing inferno.

Thus, Han Li appeared and disappeared among the crowd. Each time he materialized, someone perished. Wherever his hand touched—any part of the body—the victim burst into flames and vanished utterly from this world.

Jia Tianlong stared blankly ahead, his eyes devoid of all life, his face turned ashen as a corpse’s.

In this brief span, more than half his men had perished. The survivors, each trembling with dread, scattered in panic. But before the ghostlike speed of their foe, they were picked off one by one, reduced to ash.

When his last follower burned away, Jia Tianlong was utterly numb.

He knew he was still alive only because the opponent had spared him deliberately—but now he stood alone. The fire of death must surely come for him next.

Han Li did not make the gang leader wait any longer. After eliminating his final subordinate, he instantly appeared behind Jia Tianlong and, as a final courtesy, delivered a full-strength “Fireball Spell” to send the great boss on his way.

After Jia Tianlong’s death, Han Li clapped his hands lightly and murmured to himself: “Killing a few more people doesn’t seem so hard after all. You should’ve cut your own meridians—much cleaner. No pain. Now I had to do it myself… the burn must’ve been unpleasant.”

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