Chapter 316: The Infamous Name of the Poison Man, A Chance Encounter with the Willow Guest

On this journey of survival, facing the endless sea of people from the Witch Tribe, he naturally activated his Battlefield Perspective.

Thanks to his map cheat, Lu Zhigang was able to smoothly bypass large gatherings of the Witch Tribe, choosing to walk only where there were few people.

Even so, he often encountered situations he could not circumvent.

After all, some unique terrains, such as bridges over rivers or narrow mountain paths, had only one passage; with the Witch Tribe guarding the entrances and exits, you couldn't fly past even if you sprouted wings.

In such situations, he had no choice but to force his way through.

Fortunately, these dangerous checkpoints were not ambushed by true powerhouses, at most containing a few small fry.

After all, although the Witch Tribe had many people, the probability of producing experts was not much higher than that of the human race, and the top-tier experts were even scarcer.

True experts were all sent out to fight mobile warfare; it was impossible to leave them behind to guard dead-end locations and waste manpower.

And so, Lu Zhigang was once again forcing his way through a checkpoint.

The checkpoint was a path carved through a cluster of jagged rocks, as narrow, winding, and long as sheep intestines; to the left was a bare stone mountain, to the right was a field of countless sharp, blade-like rocks, and a small path was sandwiched in the middle.

There was no way to detour; he could only take this path, as he could neither climb the mountain nor traverse the rock field.

The bare stone mountain had no ridges to grip, and even the most agile monkeys could not climb it.

The rock field was even more formidable; the countless upright stone shards were thin and sharp, and if a fat pig were thrown onto it and rolled twice, only bones would remain when it came out.

The Witch Tribe had sent fewer than ten people to guard it, blocking both ends of the small path so that no one could pass.

"Poof!"

Lu Zhigang flew up and struck a palm, landing squarely on the chest of a Witch tribesman; the opponent was wearing animal hide for defense.

The animal hide outer garments of the Witch Tribe looked rough, but they were actually tanned through secret methods, providing better defense than military armor and possessing the ability to weaken Qi and blood attacks.

Even a Witch tribesman at the Jinli Level could withstand punches and palms fueled by Qi and blood by relying on the animal hide garment.

But he was out of luck this time; his opponent was Du Yan Lu Zhigang.

The corrosive nature of the Poison Palm pierced through the animal hide without the slightest effort, and without losing a single bit of Qi and blood, it slammed into him with full force.

The palm power of an Intermediate Martial Master killed him before the poison could even seep in from his skin.

The corpse of the Witch tribesman flew out horizontally, and several companions, their expressions filled with grief and anxiety, reached out to catch it.

"Retreat quickly, do not touch, do not touch, he is a Poison Man."

Although someone warned them, it was already too late; the Witch tribesmen who came into contact with the corpse all turned ashen-faced—they had been poisoned.

Poison Man—this was the name the Witch Tribe had for Lu Zhigang.

Although he tried his best to keep a low profile, killing to silence witnesses and destroying corpses to hide his tracks, the word still got out.

It was rumored among the surrounding Witch tribesmen that a Poison Man was roaming their territory, slaughtering the people of the Witch Tribe.

Although the Witch Tribe raised poisonous insects and possessed stronger constitutions, being immune to toxins far beyond what the people of Zhong Yuan could compare to.

However, Lu Zhigang's Palm Poison was refined from various snake venoms, including the extremely ferocious Hui Yu snake venom.

What was even more deadly was that Lu Zhigang had also melted down the crystal cores of plague ghosts, making his Palm Poison highly infectious.

Once, a Witch tribesman did not die after being poisoned, but after barely returning to his small tribe, he poisoned ninety percent of the tribe's people to death.

"The Poison Man, the Poison Man is here."

The whistling sound of bone flutes rang out! The Witch tribesmen were clearly panicked and began running in all directions.

Lu Zhigang did not care about this; he used his high-speed Lightness Skill to shuttle through various places, taking out one with each palm until there were no living souls left on the ground.

At this moment, if he didn't leave, when would he? The Witch Tribe's hunters patrolled the wilderness, and once they encountered a powerful enemy, they would arrive rapidly.

And these hunters were all elites among the Witch tribesmen, with the entry threshold being the Intermediate Martial Master level.

Lu Zhigang passed through this small path, and behind him, angry shouts and curses already rang out: "Don't go, stop!" Am I stupid? You tell me to stop and I stop? No way! Zhou You ran even faster; his speed already surpassed his current realm, and driven by his Lv10 Basic Lightness Skill, he soon disappeared from the spot.

What he did not see was that the hunters chasing him were no ordinary goods; they were riding wolf-bodied monsters with crocodile heads, and their running speed was at least Lv8-Lv9.

This monster was extremely fast, yet it still could not catch up to Lu Zhigang, who left them far behind.

The hunter riding the monster stared at Lu Zhigang's back, his sinister expression etched deep.

This kind of monster was known as a Witch Beast, and anyone qualified to ride one was an elite among the Witch tribesmen who had won a hundred battles.

Zhou You's fame was too great; the Witch Tribe had already set their sights on him and decided to dispatch elites to eliminate him.

The journey ahead would be even more fraught with danger and surrounded by powerful enemies.

"Hmm?"

Lu Zhigang glanced at his panel afterward and discovered that the red dot behind him was large and bright; only then did he realize it in hindsight.

That hunter who had shouted for him to stop was at least at the level of an Intermediate Martial Master, roughly equivalent to his cheap elder brother Zhang Huaimin.

It was fortunate he left early; otherwise, if he had been targeted by him, it would have been difficult to escape.

Lu Zhigang became increasingly cautious during the subsequent journey, fully utilizing the effect of 'Stealth' to hide himself in the vast wilderness.

The Witch Tribe's full-scale invasion not only involved attacking cities but also the successive migration into large and small tribes to settle down.

As a result, the road became even harder to travel; he not only had to guard against hunters but also avoid the Witch tribesmen of those tribes.

Sometimes, he had no choice but to strike ruthlessly even against women and children.

Regarding this, he did not have much of a psychological barrier.

The Witch Tribe was a nation of soldiers; even an elderly woman could potentially pull out a flute and summon a swarm of poisonous bees.

That night...

Lu Zhigang encountered two people from Zhong Yuan; this was the biggest surprise he had met on his return journey.

In the territory occupied by the Witch Tribe, there were almost no free humans; all survivors were divided up by various tribes to be used as slaves.

Commoners, martial artists, and noble families had all failed to escape, falling into the status of livestock for the Witch tribesmen.

Why did Lu Zhigang kill his way through? Wasn't it because there were always Witch tribesmen attempting to take him back to work?

When Liu Fengji met Lu Zhigang, he was already in a state of extreme destitution, with only a page boy accompanying him.

The pageboy Xiao Xu gnawed on a piece of dry, hard flatbread, tears streaming down his face, "Young Master, are we not going to survive?"

The master and servant were buffeted by the cold wind in the dark of night, not even daring to light a fire for fear of attracting the Sorcerer people.

The little pageboy was not even ten years old, still just a child, yet when things came to a head, he still had to be the one to comfort the other.

"Don't be afraid, your Young Master here has the formal name Liu Fengji and the nickname Auspicious One; I am destined to turn bad luck into good and find auspiciousness in disaster."

Liu Fengji had just finished speaking when he noticed Lu Zhigang not far away, who was frowning as he looked at the master and servant.

He was slightly startled, then immediately calmed down, "Friend, come over and sit, let's chat."

Lu Zhigang could see that he had some small amount of skill, roughly at the late stage of Blood Qi; that would be fine in the city, but out here in the wilderness where the Sorcerer people ran rampant, he lacked the power to protect himself.

And he was even bringing along a sniveling pageboy; his chances of survival were not high!

"Very well, let's chat."

Lu Zhigang smiled and took the initiative to step forward and strike up a conversation with him.

(End of this chapter)