Chapter 343

In the early winter reed marsh, a layer of ice had formed on the muddy surface, crunching underfoot.

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

Suddenly, Gu Feixuan's roar came from far behind. He shuddered, paused, looked back, then gritted his teeth and turned to walk toward the river channel.

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 seeking help, Gu Feixuan, no matter how foolish he was, wouldn't think of letting a five or six-year-old mute seek help. But he also knew very clearly that even if he stayed, he would only become a hostage for the enemy and 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 great hero he had never met.

Thump.

He fell into the mud.

Even though he had long known that with his underdeveloped 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 uncontrollably, 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 have been eating with his parents, making wishes for the year ahead.

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

"Ah, ah—"

Mucus and tears flowed freely.

Patter.

The sound of footsteps 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 to look at."

"Our little Si is better, tsk, it's a pity 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 the mud, but the boots were spotless, as if they were brand new.

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 arrowheads protruding from the knuckles of the fist flashed with cold light, grazing past his face.

Taking advantage of Gu Feixuan's unstable stance, he gathered his true energy and struck a full-force palm 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 covered his right hand, which had a hole through the palm.

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

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

"Tsk!"

"This kid clearly uses a bow, so why does he have a set of short-range martial arts that use both hands and mouth!"

The middle-aged eunuch's face was ugly.

Jianghu people, especially those who practice weapons, lose at least half of their martial arts if their weapon is destroyed. If it weren't for this, Gao Anyu's martial arts wouldn't be so coveted.

But the middle-aged eunuch didn't expect that under heavy injury, Gu Feixuan could use two arrows to create a threat several times stronger than when he had his bow!

Unlike the calmness and precision when using a bow.

Gu Feixuan now was as violent as a thin tiger.

Just like now! —

Gu Feixuan pressed forward, the long arrows in his mouth and hands drawing arcs like a tangled mess in the night sky, encompassing the middle-aged eunuch.

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

His right knee hit his left rib; 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! This can't go on!"

The middle-aged eunuch gritted his teeth.

Yes, even though Gu Feixuan was fighting so desperately, he was already at the end of his rope before the battle began. Gu Feixuan was bound to die, but the middle-aged eunuch's life and death were already hanging by a thread.

But how could he accept this "one-in-nine" chance!

Gu Feixuan was actually able to rely on that fearless offensive to forcibly snatch a one-tenth chance of survival from his hands!

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

There was no room for hesitation!

The middle-aged eunuch's gaze swept over Gu Feixuan's entire 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.

As the two arms were about to collide, the middle-aged eunuch sneered grimly.

His palm shifted, and he actually met 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 twitched, his fingers suddenly locked, and he gripped 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 martial arts.

Unlike the way ordinary martial arts neutralize an opponent's force, Gu Feixuan's martial arts involve taking the opponent's attack head-on, then stacking his own moves along the direction of the opponent's force to turn it into a faster killing move.

Trading injury for more powerful moves—this is a martial art created entirely for fighting to the death.

But it is not without flaws: Gu Feixuan had a broken hand, and his force circulation was not smooth. As long as one of his limbs was controlled so he couldn't borrow force to strike, this martial art would be useless!

Just as he was feeling smug, 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 and immediately raised his free hand to block the arrow in Gu Feixuan's mouth.

Although he didn't know what Gu Feixuan was planning, one of his hands was controlled by him, so 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 about to be smug, but suddenly there was no support in his hand, and it swung behind Gu Feixuan along with the force he had exerted.

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 lunged forward, and the gripped left arm made a sound of breaking—he rushed into the middle-aged eunuch's arms!

Then, he opened his mouth wide.

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

"Er ah ah ah—"

A fountain of blood erupted from the side of the middle-aged eunuch's neck. He retreated suddenly, a series of moves smashing into Gu Feixuan's abdomen with full force!

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

This could no longer be called a fight, martial arts, or moves; even the fighting between wild beasts was rarely this tragic.

Gao Anyu shuddered 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, Spirit... Spirit Young Master, interesting."

"No wonder he earned such a nickname. It is said that 'a martial artist needs to cultivate three parts of evil spirit in his heart,' but this person's evil spirit is six or seven parts heavy. He is a natural seed of the evil path, yet he has become a righteous person 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 down like a withered leaf toward the two who were struggling and biting each other.

(End of chapter)