Chapter 305

In the early winter reed marsh, the muddy surface had already frozen into a layer of ice, crunching underfoot.

The child saved by Gu Feixuan kept wiping the tears from his face, walking forward with deep and shallow steps.

A roar from Gu Feixuan suddenly came from far behind; he shivered, paused, looked back, then gritted his teeth and turned to walk toward the river.

He had been mute since childhood, but precisely because of this, he was more mature than children of his age and better at observing others' expressions.

He knew what Gu Feixuan was doing.

As for getting help, no matter how foolish Gu Feixuan was, he wouldn't think of sending a five or six-year-old mute to get help. But he also knew clearly that even if he stayed, he would only become a hostage for the enemy, a burden that would make Gu Feixuan hesitate.

He didn't even have the choice to fight to the death; he could only pray to survive and one day avenge this hero he didn't know.

Thump.

He fell into the mud.

Even though he had long known that with his far-from-grown stature, walking alone in this reed marsh, falling was only a matter of time. But this fall shattered the strength he had been holding onto for half the night.

He was, after all, just a child.

"Ah, ah."

"Ah—"

Opening his mouth, shouting sentences filled with blood and tears that lacked tone, he cried painfully without being able to say a word, his little hands grabbing the reeds in front of him, crawling forward with all his might.

Today was his birthday; if these things hadn't happened tonight, he should be eating with his parents, making wishes for the year to come.

He made a wish in his heart, hoping Gu Feixuan hadn't lied to him, hoping there really was that boat ahead, and that there was a hero on the boat who could save Gu Feixuan.

"Ah, ah—"

Snot and tears streaming down.

Pat.

The sound of footsteps landing came from in front of him.

"Tsk."

A sound of disgust.

"I hate little brats, especially little boys who are crying and covered in mud; it's annoying just to look at."

"Our little Si is better, tsk, it's a bargain for that dog Wang Hai."

He slowly looked up, a pair of boots stepping in front of him. They looked like they were standing in mud, but the boots were spotless, as if they were newly made.

His gaze moved up; a hand was carrying someone, looking at him curiously.

Seeing him look up, a smile appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and waved at him.

"Hello, little brat~"

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Swish! —

The middle-aged eunuch dodged Gu Feixuan's left fist, the arrowhead exposed between the knuckles on the fist flashing with cold light, brushing past his face.

Taking advantage of Gu Feixuan's unstable stance, he gathered his internal energy and struck with all his might toward Gu Feixuan's face.

Blood splattered everywhere!

The middle-aged eunuch let out a cry of pain, Gu Feixuan let out a muffled groan, and the two figures suddenly separated.

The middle-aged eunuch clutched his right hand, a hole passing through the center of his palm.

Gu Feixuan pursed the arrow shaft he was biting, spat out a few molars like spitting watermelon seeds, shook his head, and forcibly dispelled the dizziness.

Without waiting to recover his stance, he let out another roar, pouncing toward the middle-aged eunuch like a wild beast.

"Tsk!"

"This kid clearly uses a bow, how did he hide a set of short-weapon Wu Gong that uses both hands and mouth!"

The middle-aged eunuch's face was ugly.

People in the Wu Lin, especially those who cultivate weapons, if their weapon is destroyed, half their Wu Gong is gone. If it weren't for this, Gao Anyu's Wu Gong wouldn't be so coveted.

But the middle-aged eunuch didn't expect that under severe injury, Gu Feixuan would use two arrows to pose a threat several times greater than when he held a bow!

Unlike the calmness and precision when using a bow.

Gu Feixuan now was as violent as a lean tiger.

Just like now! —

Gu Feixuan pressed forward, the long arrows in his mouth and hand drawing a chaotic arc in the night sky, enveloping the middle-aged eunuch entirely.

His left fist struck the chest, he spat blood, borrowed force in mid-air to turn, his whole body like a fully drawn bowstring, flicking the arrowhead in his left hand toward the middle-aged eunuch's face with doubled speed!

His right knee struck the left ribs, he fell sideways, but suddenly bounced off the ground in an extremely strange posture, the arrowhead in his mouth stabbing toward the middle-aged eunuch's crotch!

Flesh flew, blood splattered!

Trading life for injury, trading life for life!

"No! Can't go on like this!"

The middle-aged eunuch gritted his teeth.

Yes, even though Gu Feixuan was fighting so desperately, he was at the end of his rope before the battle started. Gu Feixuan was destined to die, but the middle-aged eunuch's life was also hanging by a thread.

But how could he accept this "hanging by a thread"!

Gu Feixuan was actually able to use that fearless offensive to forcibly snatch a tenth of his chance of survival!

It wasn't that he hadn't experienced life and death; although he cherished his life, he knew that this battle was no longer a game of victory in hand, but a real fight to the death!

There was no room for hesitation!

The middle-aged eunuch's gaze swept over Gu Feixuan's whole body in an instant.

Gu Feixuan attacked again, his left hand holding an arrow and stabbing toward his shoulder; the middle-aged eunuch dodged sideways as before, while raising his right palm, seemingly to block.

When the two arms were about to collide, the middle-aged eunuch sneered coldly.

His palm shifted, actually meeting the arrowhead head-on!

Pfft!

The arrowhead entered from the palm and came out the back of the hand; the middle-aged eunuch's eye corner twitched, his fingers suddenly locked, gripping Gu Feixuan's entire left hand!

"You've lost!"

The middle-aged eunuch's smile grew wider.

He had already understood the secret of Gu Feixuan's Wu Gong.

Unlike the usual way of neutralizing an opponent's force, Gu Feixuan's Wu Gong was to take the opponent's attack head-on, then superimpose his own moves along the direction of the opponent's force, turning it into a faster killing move.

Trading injury for a more powerful move, this was a Wu Gong created entirely for fighting for one's life.

But it wasn't without flaws: Gu Feixuan had a broken hand, his force circulation wasn't smooth, and as long as one of his limbs was controlled, preventing him from borrowing force to strike, then this Wu Gong was useless!

Just as he was feeling proud, his gaze swept to Gu Feixuan's face, and his pupils shrank!

Because on Gu Feixuan's face, there was clearly a sneer full of murderous intent!

"Bad!"

The middle-aged eunuch was shocked, immediately raising his free hand to block the arrow in Gu Feixuan's mouth.

Although he didn't know what Gu Feixuan's plan was, one of his hands was controlled by him, and the biggest threat was the arrow in his mouth!

Slap.

The middle-aged eunuch gripped the arrow shaft tightly.

"Ha! You—"

The middle-aged eunuch was just about to be proud, but suddenly there was no support on his hand, and he swung toward Gu Feixuan's back with the force he had used.

Gu Feixuan had actually let go of his mouth! He gave the arrow to the middle-aged eunuch!

Then, ignoring his left arm being gripped tightly, his upper body rushed forward, his left arm emitting a sound of breaking—rushing into the middle-aged eunuch's embrace!

Then, he opened his mouth wide.

He plunged into the side of the middle-aged eunuch's neck!

"Ahhhhhhh—"

A fountain of blood erupted from the side of the middle-aged eunuch's neck; he retreated suddenly, a series of moves striking Gu Feixuan's abdomen with all his might!

Gu Feixuan seemed not to notice, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his whole body hanging tightly on the middle-aged eunuch, his teeth opening and closing, swallowing flesh into his belly, biting desperately.

This could no longer be called a battle, Wu Gong, or moves; even in the fighting between wild beasts, few were this tragic.

Gao Anyu shivered and turned to Li Miao.

"Uncle Li, is he—crazy?"

Li Miao, standing on the treetop with his hands behind his back, smiled playfully.

"Wine, Lust, Wealth, Qi... Qi Young Master, interesting."

"No wonder he earned such a nickname; as the saying goes, 'a person who practices Wu Gong needs to nurture three parts of evil spirit in their heart', but this person's evil spirit is a full six or seven parts, a born seed of the evil path, yet he became a righteous figure who sacrifices his life for justice."

"Interesting, interesting."

"Such a fun kid, he can't die—let's go, save him."

Having said that, his whole body drifted toward the two struggling and biting figures like a withered leaf.