Chapter 55: Beginning the Action

Four more days had passed since Feng Zi checked into the inn. This book was first published on Tiantiankan Novel Library, ttkan. tw, providing you with an error-free and non-disordered reading experience.

During these four days, many things happened in Yuanping County:

The County Government Office of Yuanping County organized a Tiger-Hunting Squad joined by twenty Martial Artists, among whom Guang Heng, a young master of the Guang Family who is a Martial Master, served as the team leader; this is known as the Guang Family team.

Meanwhile, another Martial Master in Yuanping County, Ying Xian, the head of the Ying family, organized another Tiger-Hunting Squad, slightly smaller in scale than the team formed by the County Government Office; this is known as the Ying family team.

It is obvious that from the very beginning, both sides made no effort to hide their desire for that tiger spirit.

Just as Feng Zi expected, the Martial Artist who had previously tried to win him over was a guest of the Ying family—

Although many of the Ying family's actions were carried out covertly, Feng Zi still managed to catch the slip-ups they revealed.

Aside from the teams formed by those two Martial Masters, the vast majority of Martial Artists banded together on their own, forming an alliance to hunt the tiger spirit.

In order to eliminate as many opponents as possible, the open strife and veiled struggles among the three parties have become common knowledge in just these few short days.

Just as Feng Zi was whiling away the time in boredom, terrified, noisy sounds came from the street not far away.

Even without deliberately poking his head out to watch, he knew that yet another lone Martial Artist had been ambushed.

Feng Zi was not interested in this kind of boring probing:

These days, apart from necessary scouting, he had taken almost no extra action, simply waiting in his room for the situation to change.

Feng Zi knew well that the temptation brought by the tiger spirit was immense; under such circumstances, any subtle conflict hidden in the shadows would be magnified.

Eventually, one side would surely be unable to withstand the pressure and would take the initiative to become the sacrificial lamb to scout the path.

According to Feng Zi's guess, the first to be eliminated as a sacrificial lamb should be the alliance formed by the mass of Martial Artists banding together—

This kind of loose force without an absolute core seems powerful, but their essence is merely "a group of people," not "one" force:

Their ability to withstand pressure... might be unexpectedly poor!

Calculating this in his heart, Feng Zi crushed a medicinal herb used to replenish Qi and Blood Power in his hand and swallowed it in one gulp.

In just an instant, a surge of pure Qi and Blood Power appeared within his body.

As his cultivation deepened day by day, Feng Zi gradually realized that the human body is a vast treasure house.

Admittedly, as a Peak Martial Master, he himself could only refine and master a limited amount of Qi and Blood Power.

But he discovered that, besides this, he could "store" Qi and Blood Power far exceeding his own strength limit within his meridians and flesh!

As long as Feng Zi consumed Qi and Blood during a battle, he could immediately absorb the massive amount of Qi and Blood Power stored in his body!

Of course, this was not without a price—when storing pure Qi and Blood Power in the body, loss and waste were inevitable.

If it were the usual Feng Zi, he would certainly follow the principle of "replenishing exactly what is consumed," squeezing out every bit of resources he could use, and would absolutely not be so wasteful.

But now is the critical moment to strive for the opportunity to break through to the Transformation Realm; even with various losses, he must prepare as many trump cards as possible for that moment!

Furthermore, Feng Zi also discovered that the "Hundred Flowers Misleading Fist" was indeed a more profound and higher-grade technique than the "Taizu Changquan."

If he were to execute the Hundred Flowers Misleading Fist with all his might, the magnitude of its power would be hard for even him to imagine!

But there are gains and losses; if one wants to fully unleash this Fist Technique, it will inevitably consume an extremely astonishing amount of Qi and Blood Power.

And this point is also an important reason why he must do his utmost to store Qi and Blood Power in his body.

"Really, once a person is idle, it's easy to start letting their imagination run wild," Feng Zi suppressed these messy thoughts in his heart and smiled helplessly.

Afterward, he noticed that the noisy sounds on the street had not gradually disappeared, but had instead evolved into even more intense arguments.

Feng Zi felt something, stood sideways in the shadows by the windowsill, and silently watched the direction from which the arguing came.

Before long, he understood that the cause of this argument was that the Martial Artists under the command of the Guang family young master, Guang Heng, had beaten a lone Martial Artist from the Martial Artist alliance severely.

That Martial Artist was seriously injured, with both arms almost broken.

This kind of situation played out every day, and the victims were almost all lone Martial Artists from the Martial Artist alliance; the Guang family young master and the Ying family head had not had any conflicts between them.

This also matched Feng Zi's deduction:

Although those two teams were small in number, they were both organizations with Martial Masters as their core, and both could fully mobilize the resources of the noble families they represented.

As for the Martial Artist alliance with the most people? Its interior was a pile of loose sand, and it was unknown how many small groups were dragging each other's feet.

When the boss and the second-in-command fight, the conflict of interest between them is not necessarily the sharpest, but the one who suffers will definitely be the third party!

But looking at this posture, it seemed that the Martial Artist alliance had been suppressed too hard and wanted to compete with the team under Guang Heng's command.

Seeing the situation develop to this point, Feng Zi understood that it was about time for all parties to officially begin their actions—

Sure enough, just as Feng Zi expected, the next moment, the Martial Artists of the Martial Artist alliance relied on their numerical advantage to put on a "life-or-death" stance.

And although their opponents were few in number, and Guang Heng, as a Martial Master, could not possibly appear on such an occasion, the other side still unhesitatingly put on a "mutual destruction" posture.

It looked as if both sides were about to have a tragic brawl.

Feng Zi did not think so, only sneering in his heart: "They won't be able to fight at all!"

As if to verify his thought, the next moment, in front of the unyielding Guang family team, the previously aggressive Martial Artist alliance retreated after all.

Seeing this scene, Feng Zi sat back by the windowsill with a lack of interest and curled his lips, saying: "Cannon fodder, time to hit the road."

He knew well that the so-called "Martial Artist alliance" was originally an organization established to contend with the Guang and Ying families and to monopolize the tiger spirit.

The internal members were all harboring their own ulterior motives; for this organization to be maintained for four days was already the limit, so how could they truly achieve unity?

All parties were waiting, waiting for whichever side could no longer hold on to take the initiative to head to the Dong Bu Qun Shan and act as "cannon fodder."

Unlike other "hunters," for this repeatedly thwarted Martial Artist alliance, they were already the "prey," and time was clearly the resource they lacked the most.

And now that they had shown cowardice, those Martial Artists had to seize the time before this "alliance" disintegrated to fight for a glimmer of opportunity.

Just as Feng Zi had predicted—the next moment, those Martial Artists who were still confronting the Guang family team immediately scattered and ran toward the outside of Yuanping County.

As this news gradually spread through the county town, in his perception:

More and more Martial Artists could not sit still and began to head toward the Dong Bu Qun Shan one after another.

Feng Zi's finger joints tapped lightly on the windowsill, and he muttered:

"Next, will it be the Guang family or the Ying family that can't sit still? And who wants to be the oriole that follows behind..."