Chapter 87: Race Against Time

Cang Luo, facing four opponents alone, showed no fear and launched the attack first.

He possessed the cultivation of Warrior Stage 9, not only practicing the Earth-grade Top-tier mental art Meiti Shengong which could temporarily enhance speed, strength, and body hardness, but also wielding the many abilities of his external satellite.

Infinite Yuan Power, healing ability, surveillance ability, dynamic capture ability...

With so many trump cards, he was absolutely an invincible existence below the rank of Martial General.

Regarding the four opponents, Cang Luo judged their cultivation to be around Warrior Stage 8; against any single one of them, he was confident he could defeat them swiftly, and even in a one-versus-four scenario, Cang Luo believed he could defeat them one by one.

However, when the four Warriors at Stage 8, all wielding weapons, attacked simultaneously, Cang Luo discovered he had overestimated himself; the more he fought, the more difficult it became.

He wanted to attack one person with full force to defeat them individually, but the reality was the enemy gave him no chance; the four of them, from start to finish, always had at least three attacking him simultaneously while the remaining one engaged in guerrilla ambushes.

Two fists cannot fight eight hands, and a single sword is no match for four swords.

Cang Luo not only had higher cultivation than them, but he had also activated the first layer of Meiti Shengong; aside from being unable to condense Gang Qi, his comprehensive strength was already comparable to a Martial General at Stage 1.

Yet, facing the siege of four people, all Cang Luo could do was maintain a state of not losing; one can imagine that fighting multiple opponents is not an easy task.

If it were any other Warrior at Stage 9, they would not have Meiti Shengong, nor infinite Yuan Power and dynamic capture ability, and would have been hacked to death by chaotic blades long ago.

Cang Luo was now purely holding on by virtue of greater strength, faster speed, and dynamic capture ability, occasionally unleashing a burst, but unable to achieve an instant kill; he could only repel one person, but after repelling them, the one engaging in guerrilla tactics would quickly take their place...

Their coordination was excellent, rarely showing openings, and cold sweat streamed down Cang Luo's forehead.

The thin man responsible for guerrilla tactics thrust his sword at Cang Luo; unfortunately, he missed, but he didn't care, as eliminating Cang Luo was only a matter of time.

Retracting his sword to seek another opportunity for an ambush, he sneered: "You are indeed very strong; none of us could match you in a one-on-one duel, but it's a pity you are too arrogant and presumptuous, daring to fight four at once!

Who do you think you are? One of the Top Ten of the Outer Sect?"

Cang Luo remained silent, fully focused on the enemy, yet his heart was burning with anxiety.

Damn it!

Their attack frequency was too high; there was no chance to summon the Second Ha, nor time to prepare the Dragon-Slaying Palm.

Otherwise, whether it was the Second Ha or the Dragon-Slaying Palm, they could instantly kill them.

Summoning a beast pet requires time to prepare a formation; Cang Luo needed about ten seconds, but the enemy gave him no ten seconds.

And the Dragon-Slaying Palm also required time to prepare; fusing Yuan Power of three attributes also took over ten seconds.

If it were one-on-one, Cang Luo could restrain the opponent with one hand while fusing Yuan Power with the other to prepare the Dragon-Slaying Palm, but now in a one-versus-four, there was absolutely no chance, and he couldn't free up a hand.

What to do? Should he activate the second layer of Meiti Shengong?

Yesterday, Cang Luo finally succeeded in cultivating the second layer of Meiti Shengong, but he hadn't tried it yet; now he worried the cost of the second layer was too great, that the healing speed of infinite Yuan Power couldn't keep up with the self-harm speed of Meiti Shengong, fearing he would KO himself before defeating the opponent.

Cang Luo hesitated on whether to activate the second layer of Meiti Shengong, fighting while retreating, and glanced at Zhang Zhen from the corner of his eye.

At this moment, Zhang Zhen was already somewhat impatient; he casually swung his blade, sweeping Li Zhanxing, who was blocking his path, flying away, then reached out to grab the bundle on Wang Fuhai's back.

Inside the bundle were packed over two hundred demon cores.

Wang Fuhai hurriedly dodged, but he forgot someone was behind him; Yun Jiao, Yin Mengruo, and Miss Bai Li were protected behind him and Cang Feng, so when he dodged, the three women were directly facing Zhang Zhen's large hand.

Zhang Zhen's eyes lit up; instead of stopping, he stepped forward and directly reached for the chest of Yin Mengruo, whom he thought was the most beautiful among the three women.

Yin Mengruo instantly turned pale with fright, too terrified to move; seeing her body about to be violated by Zhang Zhen, she closed her eyes in despair, but fortunately, Cang Feng acted in time.

Cang Feng struck with his palm, unexpectedly blocking Zhang Zhen's large hand, then immediately said: "You three, leave quickly! Return to the Sect to find Steward Liang."

He had remained silent just now, not because he was afraid; he wanted to delay time, waiting for Cang Luo to repel the four before they combined forces to deal with Zhang Zhen.

He believed that he, Cang Luo, and Wang Fuhai, working together, could surely defeat Zhang Zhen, but Cang Luo was tied up, so now he had no choice but to act.

The three women nodded hurriedly, turned, and tried to run, but Zhang Zhen blocked them with a horizontal slash of his blade; Cang Feng acted again, stepping forward to punch Zhang Zhen's right wrist holding the blade, but this time he was not so lucky.

He was only at Warrior Stage 6, and had broken through just these past two days, his cultivation not yet stable, whereas Zhang Zhen was at Martial General Stage 1.

Blocking Zhang Zhen's large hand just now was purely taking advantage of surprise to attack when unprepared.

Otherwise, Zhang Zhen at Martial General Stage 1 could stand still, and Cang Feng with empty hands would be unable to inflict even a scratch.

At this moment, Zhang Zhen felt some admiration for Cang Feng; this person's cultivation wasn't even as good as Wang Pangzi's, yet he dared to obstruct me twice? Has he grown tired of living?

Zhang Zhen grew slightly angry, shook his large hand, easily shaking off Cang Feng's attack, then flipped his great cleaver, sweeping horizontally with the flat of the blade, intending to sweep Cang Feng flying just like the previous few.

He still dared not kill; killing would escalate the matter, and this place was less than a hundred li from the Sect; the Law Enforcement Pavilion was not to be trifled with, and just now he had only used the flat of the blade to sweep, causing at most minor injuries or knocking them unconscious.

But this time he attacked with the back of the blade; this horizontal sweep would at least break several bones on the opponent.

But something surprising happened: Cang Feng reacted extremely quickly, immediately drawing his sword to block; although his body wasn't struck by the great cleaver, his entire person was shaken back several meters, and his fine iron long sword cracked with a large fissure, shattered by the Gang Qi.

Zhang Zhen was stunned, then flew into a rage; this person was incredibly bold, a mere Warrior, yet dared to provoke me time and again!

In the next moment, Zhang Zhen exploded; he could no longer hold back, he wanted to teach the opponent a severe lesson; the yellow Gang Qi on the great cleaver intensified by a third, then he struck instantly, slashing towards Cang Feng.

Cang Feng's face changed drastically; he quickly jumped aside, and just as he left his spot, Zhang Zhen's great cleaver came down, leaving a groove on the ground one chi wide, five chi long, and two chi deep.

Powerful and heavy!

Cang Feng looked back at the groove, and his face changed drastically again.

Did the opponent intend to kill?

Did he intend to kill him?

Cang Feng was both shocked and furious; he couldn't determine if Zhang Zhen had murderous intent, but he possessed the Martial Saint inheritance, and his family grudge remained unavenged; he absolutely could not die here.

Flee?

Fear arose in Cang Feng's heart; he looked left and right, searching for a way to fight.

No solution!

The cultivation gap was too great; without a completed technique, there was absolutely no possibility of fighting a Martial General.

Flee!

Cang Feng wanted to run, but Zhang Zhen gave him no chance; the great cleaver attacked again, and Cang Feng hurriedly rolled on the ground to dodge, a thread of despair rising in his heart.

Just then, Cang Luo's loud shout came: "Wang Fuhai, Zhao Renwu, and you others, what the hell are you staring at? Save Cang Feng quickly, hold on for one minute, and I'll be there!"

Although the War Wolf Gang members heard their leader Cang Luo's words, no one dared to attack Zhang Zhen; Liu Xuande and Li Zhanxing had already lost combat ability from Zhang Zhen's horizontal slash, willing but unable.

Even Wang Fuhai, who had the highest cultivation, did not act; at this moment, he was thinking about how long the one minute Cang Luo mentioned actually was.

Is it the duration of a cup of tea or the burning of an incense stick?

No matter which it is, this Fatty can't hold out!

Nearby, Zhao Renwu's mind spun with a hundred thoughts as he slowly walked toward Zhang Zhen, yet he had no intention of intervening; to strike would be to seek death, for he could not defeat Zhang Zhen.

Suddenly, Zhao Renwu had a thought: Should I join the Fierce Heaven Gang?

Zhang Zhen had just ambushed the War Wolf Gang, seizing over a thousand low-grade Spirit Stones; since he and I are old acquaintances, as the saying goes, those who see get a share; if I bring a dozen brothers to seek refuge under him and join the Fierce Heaven Gang, perhaps I could get a hundred?

A hundred low-grade Spirit Stones might just allow me to break through to Warrior Stage 9...

Zhao Renwu hesitated and stopped in his tracks; Zhang Zhen turned to glance at him and Wang Fuhai, then ceased his attack on Cang Feng.

He came to rob, not to kill; hurry to take the goods and leave; if a fellow disciple from the same sect happened to pass by now, it would be bad, and he would surely have to share a portion.

Zhang Zhen glanced disdainfully at Cang Feng, then sheathed his blade and strode toward Wang Fuhai, saying again, "Hand over the demon core, do not force me to act!"

Speaking thus, he did not wait for Wang Fuhai to reply but directly acted to snatch it.

Wang Fuhai instinctively retreated, yet he could not evade Zhang Zhen; Zhang Zhen snatched the bundle, opened it, and was immediately overjoyed.

So many demon cores!

At least two hundred or more.

Zhang Zhen excitedly re-packed the demon cores and strapped them to his back, then quickly walked to the nearest simple cart; with a slash of his great blade, numerous beast leather armors were revealed from the sacks.

Zhang Zhen looked closely and could not help but exclaim, "Complete Iron-Shell Lizard leather armor, Giant Bone Turtle shells, Boar-Pig tusks..."

He opened several more sacks and finally discovered that the War Wolf Gang's supplies were far greater than he had estimated.

Did these people steal supplies from others? Otherwise, how could this group of trash possibly have hunted down so many demons?

Looking at these supplies, Zhang Zhen suddenly hesitated; taking all of this would forge a mortal enmity, which was not his original intention.

Zhang Zhen thought for a moment and shouted, "Wang Wei, stop fighting, come pick out the valuable items and let's go."

The words had barely fallen when Wang Wei, the thin man among the four, suddenly appeared beside Zhang Zhen; however, he had not come on his own, but had been kicked flying over by Cang Luo.

Wang Wei opened his mouth to speak but instead spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Zhang Zhen was stunned, then immediately looked at the other three subordinates.

At this moment, Cang Luo's eyes were not only bloodshot, but the veins and blood vessels beneath his skin were also congested, squeezed by boiling blood until they nearly burst, and his body temperature was extremely high, at least forty-five degrees.

Inside his body, his five viscera and six bowels were contracting violently, with power surging forth continuously...

This was the state of activating the second layer of the Body-Destroying Divine Art!

The meridians and acupoints required to activate the second layer of the Body-Destroying Divine Art are three times those of the first layer!

As for the power, Cang Luo could not judge, only knowing it was very strong; he felt that even without using the Dragon-Slaying Palm, he could now defeat the Dragon Zhan Tian of the past.

However, Cang Luo was in great pain now; the second layer of the Body-Destroying Divine Art is very damaging, very damaging!

His five viscera, six bowels, and blood vessels seemed ready to burst at any moment; pain!

His body was so hot it felt like it was about to burn.

If not for the infinite Yuan Power healing him, Cang Luo would have already been unable to bear the pain and dispersed the Body-Destroying Divine Art by now.

Three minutes!

Cang Luo felt he could maintain the second-layer state of the Body-Destroying Divine Art for three minutes!

He must defeat the enemies quickly!

Just now, Cang Luo, having activated the second layer of the Body-Destroying Divine Art, kicked the thin man who was preparing to ambush him away; now the other three were still in shock, not yet realizing why Cang Luo had suddenly become so strong.

Cang Luo glanced at the three and chose the one on the far right to strike; the opponent, seeing Cang Luo look at him, could not help but retreat.

Unfortunately, the moment he had the thought to flee, Cang Luo appeared before him, moving at a terrifying speed; he casually struck out a palm, heavy as a thousand jin!

Another one dealt with!

After sending one flying with a single palm strike, the other two were terrified and immediately fled in opposite directions; Cang Luo did not pursue but rushed directly toward Zhang Zhen.

One minute of the three minutes has already passed; every second counts!