Chapter 71: Slaying the General

"Ahhhhhh!!"

The heart-wrenching scream jolted Li Fei out of the shock of his first kill.

A man wearing a dark gray robe held a blade in his hand, rushing toward Li Fei with a ferocious expression.

From the information obtained beforehand, Li Fei knew this person was likely a senior member of the Anshen Sect and probably mastered sorcery, so he couldn't help but feel vigilant.

The person he had just killed seemed to have a very close relationship with this man, so the look in his eyes was filled with hatred.

Judging by the way the man held his blade and the speed he burst out with, he had clearly practiced martial arts.

The distance between the two closed rapidly; just as they were about to engage, the man flicked his left hand and threw something at Li Fei.

Li Fei felt a jolt in his heart, immediately stepped back, and simultaneously lowered his head, raising his arm to shield himself.

He thought the man had thrown lime powder, but it was actually just a yellow talisman paper.

As he threw the talisman, the man made a strange sound, like a crow cawing.

After this sound rang out, the talisman paper ignited without fire.

The next second, Li Fei felt something invisible strike him, and then, there was no then.

He was slightly stunned, seeing the man slash at him with a blade, and almost subconsciously, he used the Rolling Thunder Style again.

He swung his blade from the upper right to the lower left, colliding fiercely with the man's blade.

Clang—

The man's blade was deflected; Li Fei immediately flipped his wrist, backhanded his blade in an upward sweep, and slashed again from the lower left to the upper right.

"You..."

The man looked at Li Fei with an expression of astonishment.

He did not understand why his "Anshen Talisman" had no effect on Li Fei.

The "Anshen Talisman" was the fundamental talisman of the Anshen Sect, capable of quickly inducing sleep; even when used against a martial artist with a firm will and abundant Qi and blood, this talisman could cause sudden drowsiness and distract their attention, thereby revealing a flaw.

But judging by Li Fei's reaction, the Anshen Talisman had absolutely no effect on him!

The man stepped back in time, leaning his body backward to dodge Li Fei's upward sweep, and then immediately swung his blade toward Li Fei's arm.

Then the second thing that surprised him happened: Li Fei did not dodge or evade, letting him swing his blade to strike his arm.

Swish—

His blade tore through Li Fei's clothes and struck Li Fei's right arm, which was holding the blade, solidly.

But the sensation of the strike was not like cutting into flesh, but rather like cutting into an inflated tire; the blade edge left only a shallow mark on Li Fei's arm, not even breaking the skin.

The third surprise.

The man was terrified to the extreme; the successive surprises caused him to lose his final chance. At the same time he struck Li Fei's arm, Li Fei swung his blade across his throat.

Anyone who has killed knows that after the carotid artery in the neck is severed, fresh blood will gush out; if one is standing in the wrong position, it is easy to be drenched in blood.

Li Fei naturally had no experience, so he was hit head-on; his face and anti-stab vest were sprayed with blood, and the intense, bloody stench drilled straight into his nose, making him feel nauseous.

But there was no time for him to feel nauseous now; there was the sound of gunfire in his ears, and an arrow even struck his lower abdomen, though it failed to penetrate the steel plate of the anti-stab vest.

This is the danger of being the first to scale the walls!

"Come up quickly!"

Lu Zhangwu roared loudly.

He had also just quickly finished off one person and, together with Li Fei, temporarily cleared a safe zone on the platform.

The people below climbed onto the wooden wall one after another; Li Fei pulled out the arrow stuck in his anti-stab vest and took the initiative to charge toward an Anshen Sect member closest to him.

The man held a primitive firearm in his hand and had just fired one shot, and was currently reloading.

This primitive firearm was breech-loaded, firing one shot at a time, with a very slow rate of fire.

Seeing Li Fei charging toward him, the cultist immediately dropped the firearm he hadn't finished reloading, picked up a blade from the ground, and stabbed at Li Fei.

Li Fei could tell from the man's posture that he hadn't practiced martial arts; he swung his blade, using the back of the blade to knock aside the incoming weapon, then took advantage of the momentum to press his blade edge against the opponent's, pushing forward along the blade surface.

Using the Mountain-Pushing Style, he easily slashed the man's wrist, forcing him to drop his blade, and then finished him with a throat-slitting strike.

This time, having gained experience, Li Fei dodged to the side in time and was not sprayed with blood.

When he turned around, ready to deal with the next one, he saw several people in the distance turning and fleeing.

"Go!"

Li Fei turned and signaled to the few people who had just climbed onto the platform, preparing to continue the slaughter and open the gates of the mountain stronghold.

Hearing his words, the others stared at him blankly, unable to react for a moment.

At this moment, Li Fei was covered in blood, his black anti-stab vest dyed red, his murderous appearance completely subverting his usual gentle and upright image.

"Go!"

Lu Zhangwu was the first to react; he called out and then ran toward Li Fei's side.

The others followed suit.

There were several ladders placed behind the platform, but Li Fei didn't go to climb them; that was too slow.

At a height of over three meters, he chose to jump directly down from the platform.

Lu Zhangwu and the others followed his lead and jumped off the platform one after another.

"Stop them!"

At this moment, not far away, another senior cultist in a dark gray robe was running toward them with a dozen fresh troops.

Fortunately, these people were not carrying guns; they held ordinary weapons, and some even held hoes.

Li Fei looked at the senior cultist in the dark gray robe, took a deep breath, and turned to the others, saying:

"Go open the gate!"

After saying this, he actually charged toward the dozen or so people opposite him!

Lu Zhangwu, who was nearby, hesitated for a moment upon seeing this; he did not follow Li Fei to charge, but instead turned and went with the others to open the stronghold's gate.

Seeing Li Fei charging over alone, the senior Anshen Sect cultist immediately revealed a ferocious expression:

"Courting death! Charge with me!"

He took the lead, with a burly man on each side holding a blade, following him to meet Li Fei.

The distance between the two sides grew shorter and shorter, and then Li Fei and the leading senior cultist made almost identical movements:

They flicked their left hands hard, throwing something in front of them.

The senior cultist threw an Anshen Talisman, while Li Fei threw a bag of lime powder.

Swish—

The white lime powder scattered in the air, enveloping all three of them simultaneously.

The senior cultist had his face covered in lime, but he still emitted that sound like a crow cawing.

The talisman paper ignited in the air without fire.

Li Fei, completely unaffected, continued his charge and slashed at the man with his blade.

"Ah!"

The senior cultist screamed and was slashed to the ground by Li Fei.

At this moment, one of the burly men who had charged with him reacted and slashed at Li Fei.

This person had only been blocked by the lime and had not gotten it in his eyes like his companion, so he had managed to react in time to assist.

Li Fei switched to a two-handed grip on his blade, twisted his waist and hips, and suddenly turned to slash horizontally at the left side!

Clang—

The two sides clashed, their blades sparking upon impact.

The burly man on the left felt a huge impact, his blade flew out of his hand, and then he was slashed across half his throat by Li Fei!

Li Fei turned again and swung his blade to the right, cutting down the burly man whose eyes had been hit by the lime.

Only then did he have time to lower his head and look at the senior cultist in the dark gray robe on the ground.

"You..."

Pfft—

Li Fei stabbed his blade into the man's chest.

The remaining dozen or so people who had come with this man were too frightened to continue forward.

At this time, Lu Zhangwu and the others had already opened the stronghold gate, and Lu Sheng and the others, who were waiting at the gate, happened to see this scene:

Li Fei, covered in blood, stabbed his blade into the chest of a senior Anshen Sect cultist in front of a dozen enemies!

(End of chapter)