Chapter 29: Forbidden Art, Seven Severed Pulse, Cat-Ear Maiden

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes, not the slightest bit panicked.

As if anticipating it, he easily dodged the opponent's strike, then backhanded a finger-point at the opponent's throat; fingertip sword gleam ebbed and flowed, hidden yet contained, harboring terrifying sharpness, and unexpectedly almost scared the masked man to death.

Instinctively he dodged; although he avoided the killing blow, it still struck his shoulder.

Sword qi spewed forth, piercing his shoulder and flinging him away.

Qin Feng stepped forward, shooting over; left hand pressed, finger-sword fired; right hand unleashed a burst punch, smashing through the air.

The masked man's pupils shrank; he casually tossed Xiang Ding far away, then managed to block, but he had already lost the initiative, and with his shoulder severely wounded, he was momentarily suppressed.

But this one is truly strong as well.

Amid the crisscrossing sword qi, he actually gradually turned the disadvantage around.

In the darkness, amidst the cold wind, the two engaged in a terrifyingly fierce melee.

Qin Feng also turned ruthless, intending to leave the opponent no chance to live. An enemy who saved oneself is a mortal foe; now that he's entangled with him, how could he let him go?

Letting him go would leave behind an even more terrifying future trouble.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted; the corner of his eye swept toward the distance, his heart sank involuntarily, yet his strikes became even more vicious.

Advance without retreat, attack without defense.

Yet wounds also appeared on his body, but Qin Feng paid them no heed at all.

"Madman!" the masked man shouted in a hoarse fury, yet his tone softened: "How about we call it quits here?"

"No way!" Qin Feng snorted coldly, "An enemy who saved me is just letting me die."

"How is that letting you die? As the saying goes, spare others when you can; besides, you've already won, you have fame and prestige—what more could you be dissatisfied with?"

"Hah! Since we are already mortal enemies, we will surely fight again; if I kill him today, I'll have no future worries. Otherwise, once he grows stronger, he'll come for revenge, slaughter my kin, and I'll have nowhere to seek justice. An enemy who saved me is harming my family, endangering my life—if he doesn't die, who will?"

"Madman!"

The masked man flew into a rage, but upon careful consideration, his words were also correct.

Yet his pupils also contracted; he sensed the qi fluctuations lurking in the dark, his heart tightened, and he grew somewhat anxious.

"I can't wait any longer; otherwise I won't be killed by him, nor will I be able to escape!" the masked man thought, drawing a deep breath, then suddenly with a sword he slightly pushed Qin Feng back, and immediately struck several points on his body.

"Forbidden Art, Seven Severed Pulse Decision!"

His internal true qi surged violently, bursting forth, and his power instantly jumped a level.

"Chaotic Sword Decision, die!"

The masked man turned his long sword; sword qi rolled forth, tearing through the darkness—both speed and strength were more than a level above what they had just been.

Amid the crisscrossing sword qi, Qin Feng was surrounded; in the snap of a finger came eighteen swords, blood rain sprayed everywhere, and as the sword light retracted, Qin Feng was flung away, falling dozens of meters out and smashing a deep pit.

He barely moved at all.

Cough…

The masked man coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood; the forbidden art receded, his power drained, and he staggered, nearly falling, without even bothering to deliver a follow‑up strike, he turned and prepared to leave.

"Leaving now is too late!" a faint voice sounded, and a shadow darted out of the darkness.

This one wore night‑walking clothes, a black cloth over the face, seeming to fly through the air, body and sword as one, and lunged at the opponent with great viciousness.

"There's still another? Damn it!" the masked man exclaimed in shock, blocked one blow, and was blasted away.

The black‑clad person attacked again.

Elsewhere.

Qin Feng lay still on the ground.

His condition was terrible; his body was covered in lacerations, his clothes reduced to rags, and completely soaked red.

Such a situation was miserable to the extreme.

If not treated in time, he might very well die.

Qin Feng's breath also waned to the extreme.

Whoosh…

A figure suddenly appeared, like a civet cat, arriving beside Qin Feng without a sound, and without hesitation thrust the thin sword in hand toward Qin Feng's ear gate.

"I've been waiting for you!"

Qin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, exerted force with his feet, flipped to dodge the strike, pointed a finger, and shot sword qi toward the opponent's throat.

This one was startled, yet reacted extremely fast, actually dodging the calculated blow—but also tore his neck.

"Die!"

Qin Feng's second strike arrived; a punch smashed into the opponent's chest, directly collapsing the breastbone and blasting a bowl‑sized blood hole in the back. This punch caught him completely off guard and also unleashed all of his strength.

Eightfold Corporeal Strength.

Tenfold Gene Level.

Even his true qi was infused into the fist, making this punch terrifyingly extreme—only an existence like Xiang Ding could barely withstand it; anyone else could not.

"You… you're actually unharmed, and you even anticipated… anticipated my sneak attack—how vicious, how poisonous; if I die, you… your whole family will die too…"

This was a female voice.

Extremely strange.

After forcing out a sentence, she completely lost her breath.

Qin Feng glanced at her and then paid no further heed.

Because he confirmed the opponent was dead, he looked toward the distance; the person who had rescued Xiang Ding was also just struck down.

The black‑clad person also looked this way.

He seemed to want to strike again, but restrained himself, turned to search for Xiang Ding, yet found no trace.

"He jumped into the water and fled." Qin Feng, however, understood the opponent's intent: "Your scheming is too vicious, hoping we'd both perish—how did it turn out? Though you killed one, you let loose the even more terrifyingly powerful Xiang Ding. Once he learns it was you who killed his savior and still wants him dead, heh, you'll surely come to no good."

The opponent's qi was chaotic; he gripped his sword tightly, very much wanting to kill him as well.

"Wan'an City is just this big, yet you're a ninth-rank martial artist—very easy to investigate." Qin Feng snorted, then said, "Still want to kill me? Although my condition isn't great now, quite a few people have already gathered around. You say, if I fight desperately, could I seriously injure you? Would you not be surrounded and killed by the Xiang family's people?"

Qin Family head, I hope you live to see next year!" the black-clothed person said, then leapt away and vanished into the darkness in an instant.

Qin Feng remained silent.

He now looked extremely disheveled, covered in blood, with sword wounds everywhere.

"Family head!" Qin Kai also rushed over hurriedly, and upon seeing his state he couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

"As long as you've come, I won't die yet!" Qin Feng staggered, almost falling.

But his eyes were exceptionally bright, he forcibly held himself together to prevent his wounds from healing too quickly.

Qin Kai quickly moved to support him.

Zhao Hu also arrived nearby.

"Go see who it is exactly," Qin Feng pointed to the person he had killed and to the distant masked corpses.

A guard lifted the mask, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice: "Family head, what is this thing?"

The torches were lit, dispelling the darkness.

Everyone looked over, and all were stunned.

This figure basically looked like a person.

Its face bore patterns, its nose was like a cat's, the sides of its mouth had several long whiskers, and it even had cat ears.

Cat-eared girl?

"Family head, how are you?" Zhang Fu also arrived, immediately pulling Qin Kai away, he supported Qin Feng and asked with concern.

Seeing that his spirit was still alright, recalling some of his extraordinary abilities, he relaxed a little, yet still waved his hand; the Qin Family guards who had been arriving one after another immediately dispersed to surround the area.

"I won't die!" Qin Feng gave Zhang Fu a look, then weakly asked, "Cough, cough, Grandpa Fu, what is this?"

"Not a monster, not a human, not a beast—it must be the legendary beastman, a half-beast!" Zhang Fu mused.

"A half-beast?" Qin Feng exclaimed in shock.

Does this world have monsters?

He felt somewhat dazed.

Another corpse was brought over; it was a middle-aged man, unknown to everyone present.

"Family head, let me explain in detail when we get back!" Zhang Fu said softly, "This person, together with the half-beast, is surely a human traitor; the Black Dragon Guard must be involved."

His eyes flickered as he inspected the two corpses back and forth, then he said, "First transport them back, then send them to the guard post with great fanfare."

"Human traitor?"

Qin Feng realized, narrowed his eyes, and replied, "We also need to beat gongs and drums!"

"Exactly, beat gongs and drums so everyone knows! They're in cahoots, joining forces to rescue Xiang Ding and to kill you, the family head, but ended up being counter-killed." Zhang Fu licked his lips, a sinister grin flashing, "We also need to notify the City Lord's mansion, the Xiang family, the Liu family, the Cao family, and so on."

Seeking support!

(End of chapter)