Chapter 261: Multiverse: I Am in Zhetian, Refining Treasures to Become Emperor Chapter 261 First Battle

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Protagonist:

Jiang Xuan

Two groups faced off, glaring at each other, while right in the middle, Boy and a youth fought to a standstill.

A large-scale village brawl!

The youth held a bow in his left hand, and the arrow shot off the string suddenly.

Boy swung his left hand, slashing fiercely toward the arrow shaft; in an instant, a tremendous force erupted, shaking the arrow shaft so it flew off diagonally, the powerful impact leaving everyone present speechless with shock.

Only a few people, in a trance, saw a symbol flash like lightning in his palm, vanishing in an instant.

"Whoosh!"

Boy's silhouette moved like lightning, leaping high into the air with the force of thunder, pouncing straight toward the Lang Village youth.

The youth was Bei Feng; at this moment, his face was full of alarm.

Before him was nothing but a young child, yet he could shake off his iron arrow with one hand—such a situation truly exceeded imagination.

Bei Feng shook both arms, possessing strength enough to lift five or six bronze tripods; the thick iron arrows he shot could pierce stone and split gold, that immense force ordinary people could not resist, and even a Dragon-Horned Elephant could be easily shot dead.

The Lang Village people were all shocked; they knew Bei Feng had extraordinary talent and astonishing divine power.

Such rare talent was actually easily neutralized by a young child's iron arrow attack—truly absurd!

"You're courting death!" Bei Feng roared in anger, cold light bursting from his eyes like two flashes of lightning.

He exhaled and shouted, rapidly drawing his great bow; in an instant, several iron arrows were shot in succession.

"Hiss! Hiss!"

The iron arrows tore through the long sky, emitting a shrill whistle, like the wails of ghosts in Jiuyou.

The thick, long arrow shafts flickered with a cold metallic gleam, approaching Boy at a terrifying speed, each arrow precisely aimed at his vital points.

Bei Feng's assault did not stop; his great bow vibrated continuously, and in the blink of an eye, eight iron arrows were shot, each one fatal.

Shi Hao, however, was like a nimble spirit monkey, his posture agile, limbs stretched out, movements flowing like clouds and water.

He instantly dodged five arrows, then his hands struck out like phantoms; "Bang bang bang" three times, he knocked the other three iron arrows flying, the iron arrows deeply embedded in the mountain rock, emitting a loud ringing sound.

Such a stunning performance shocked everyone.

Even the Shi Cun people were all stunned, standing frozen in place; the Shi Hao before them, so young, yet capable of such astonishing feats, everything seemed so unreal.

Seeing this, Bei Feng roared in anger, drawing his bow madly; for a while, iron arrows poured down like a rainstorm, densely and densely shooting toward Shi Hao, each iron arrow piercing through the mountain forest, wherever they passed, the surrounding air trembled.

Though Boy's silhouette was small, his speed was astonishingly fast, like a fierce tiger leaping across a ravine, like a flood dragon surging, nimbly weaving through the arrow rain.

His hands continuously struck out, fiercely colliding with the arrow shafts; the "clang clang" sounds never ceased, countless iron arrows were shaken away by him.

His movements were agile to the extreme, not like a child; in his rising and falling, he carried the extraordinary aura of a Gold-Winged Great Peng chick, instantly closing to within dozens of meters.

"Boom!"

The chaotic arrows became denser, like a raging storm. Boy shouted loudly, suddenly kicking a thousand-jin giant boulder midway; the boulder soared into the air with a boom, carrying the force of a thousand jun, smashing toward the cold-faced Bei Feng.

"Is this still a child under four years old? How can he have such immense strength!" Everyone gasped, their faces full of horror.

Only a few people, at the moment Shi Hao exerted force, caught a glimpse of a rune flashing by, its speed as fast as electricity.

The thousand-jin giant boulder, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, crashed down horizontally through the air.

Bei Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold; he abruptly stopped shooting arrows, swinging his great bow, more than half a person tall, like a giant hammer, carrying the force of a thousand jun, fiercely striking toward the boulder.

Only hearing a "Boom" of a loud sound, the boulder instantly shattered, rubble flying in all directions like grapeshot.

And Shi Hao seized this opportunity, like a leopard pouncing on food, instantly pouncing close to Bei Feng, shouting angrily: "Why are you so tyrannical, injuring my Afu Uncle, and snatching our prey!"

Bei Feng gave a cold snort, casually threw down his great bow, quickly grabbed a dark red long spear forged from Blood-pattern Iron, gripped it with both hands, roared violently, and thrust with all his might toward Boy's chest.

At this time, Shi Hao was in midair, with no way to dodge.

Seeing this, the Shi Cun people's hearts rose to their throats, secretly hating Bei Feng's ruthlessness.

"Clang!"

A sharp metallic tremor suddenly rang out. Shi Hao's gaze was clear; his right hand swung like lightning, drawing a perfect arc, emitting a faint clear radiance. In an instant, only hearing a "Clang" crisp sound, the long spear was actually cut into two sections by him, while his tender little hand remained completely unscathed.

This scene left everyone speechless with shock. Shi Hao, with his young body, fiercely contended with the powerful Bei Feng; not only did he not fall behind, but he also forcefully pounced and killed all the way from a great distance to close range—such an astonishing performance could be called shocking!

"Woo—"

Bei Feng's eyes revealed murderous intent; he abruptly threw the broken spear with the posture of throwing a spear, carrying a sharp sound of breaking wind, thrusting with full power toward Boy's right eye; this close-range fatal blow was as fast as lightning.

Shi Hao reacted incredibly fast; while in midair, his waist suddenly exerted force, bending at an almost impossible angle, narrowly avoiding the broken spear; at the same time, his left leg was like a cannonball, carrying whistling force, kicking toward Bei Feng's throat at a tricky angle.

Though small in stature, his movements were swift and decisive, smooth and powerful, like a young leopard gathering strength to pounce.

"Bang!"

Bei Feng reacted just as quickly, abruptly turning sideways, using his shoulder to harden and take this kick; the dull impact sound shook the surrounding air, and the dust on the ground was shaken up slightly.

"Such explosive power!"

The Lang Village people's faces were all full of shock and disbelief.

They knew Bei Feng's strength; in this area, among the same age group, few could contend with him, but now facing this child under four years old, he was actually caught in anxiety.

Shi Hao landed steadily; although his height differed greatly from Bei Feng's, his gaze was firm, his little face flushed red, eyes wide open, facing off against Bei Feng without the slightest fear.

Both sides' forces were attracted by this fierce duel; all quieted down, nervously watching the battlefield, waiting for the final outcome to be revealed.

Bei Feng's complexion was gloomy as if water could drip from it, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

He, a strong fourteen-year-old, was actually fought to a standstill by a young child; this made him feel he had lost all face.

"Boom!"

Bei Feng abruptly rushed forward, using the momentum to leap high into the air, twisting his body in midair, a heavy and powerful spinning kick, like a heavy cannon, booming toward Shi Hao, the leg wind whistling, as if it wanted to tear the air apart.

Shi Hao quickly retreated backwards, relying on the agile reactions honed in the mountain forest to cleverly dodge.

Since childhood he had shuttled through the mountain forest, and he possessed an instinctive anticipation of danger.

However, Bei Feng had rich combat experience; after completing a kick in midair, he took advantage of the momentum to execute a backflip, rapidly adjusting his posture, and the instant he landed he sprang up again, like an agile cheetah, his hands forming claws, carrying whistling force, lunging straight for Shi Hao's throat.

Behind Shi Hao were several ancient trees, leaving no path to retreat. At the critical moment, he stomped hard on the ground, his body leaping rapidly upward, and at the same time his hands clenched into fists, carrying an unstoppable momentum, meeting Bei Feng's pounce; in that instant, fist wind howled, and several mysterious runes flashed briefly on his fist surface.

"Boom!"

The collision of the two was like mountains collapsing and earth splitting; powerful shock force shook the surroundings so that sand flew and stones rolled, tree leaves danced wildly. Bei Feng's all-out pounce actually shook the giant tree behind Shi Hao until it trembled rustling, and large patches of bark were shaken off.

This time, the Lang Village people clearly saw that the mysterious runes flashing on Shi Hao's fist surface were precisely the power that blocked Bei Feng's fierce attack.

"A precious artifact, that young child must possess a peerless precious artifact!" they shouted frantically.

In their view, a young child absolutely could not possess such powerful strength; it must be that he carried a magical precious artifact on his person, perhaps that string of simple beast bone necklace on his neck, which was emitting a faint glimmer.

The Lang Village people instantly reddened their eyes; if this precious artifact were obtained, the clan's strength would surely increase greatly.

One strike having missed, Bei Feng's offensive grew even more fierce; his silhouette moved like lightning, constantly changing attack methods, sometimes a straight fist bombing heavily, sometimes a side kick sweeping horizontally, every strike carrying the force of a thousand jun, surrounding rocks and dead branches shattering one after another under his fist wind and leg shadows.

Shi Hao feared not in the least, counterattacking with full power. Though his person was small, his movements were agile and fierce; every time he leaped he could dodge Bei Feng's attacks, while simultaneously seeking opportunities to counterattack; when pouncing he was like an agile little gibbon, full of explosive power.

"Boom!"

Bei Feng's left leg was like a whip, wrapped in the force of a thousand jun, swiftly lashing toward Shi Hao. Shi Hao's reaction was extremely fast; he sidestepped in a flash, that sharp whip leg brushed past his body, and boom—it struck a mountain rock weighing several thousand jin beside him.

Only a huge sound was heard; the mountain rock instantly collapsed and shattered, rocks of hundreds of jin and thousands of jin splashing in all directions, the scene shocking to the extreme.

Such astonishing strength actually came from a teenager of just over ten years; the surrounding adults all gasped in succession, their eyes full of astonishment.

Boy's age was young, but among his peers he already counted as having astonishing divine strength; however, compared to Bei Feng, his absolute strength was still slightly inferior.

Fortunately he had the assistance of mysterious bone text power; facing a strong enemy, he did not fear in the least, his gaze revealing determination and fearlessness.

The two exchanged blows back and forth, movements fast as lightning, every attack carrying powerful momentum.

Leg shadows flew, wind howled, shaking trees swaying, mountain rocks bursting, the ground full of chaotic footprints and pits.

After several tens of rounds, Bei Feng's complexion grew increasingly gloomy. He prided himself on exceptional natural endowment, originally thinking he could easily crush this child not yet four years old, yet unexpectedly he fell into a bitter struggle, never able to gain the upper hand; this made him both angry and unreconciled.

"Bang!"

The fierce battle was at its height; Bei Feng feigned a fierce charge forward, then suddenly an abrupt stop, borrowing the force of a turn, his right leg sweeping out horizontally from behind, speed fast as lightning, target aimed straight at Boy's waist and abdomen.

The Shi Village people seeing this, cries of alarm rose and fell; this move was too sudden, making it impossible to guard against.

In everyone's hearts anger surged even more; Bei Feng actually used such a ruthless move against a child.

Boy was also startled for a moment, but he did not panic in the least.

At the critical moment, his feet stomped hard on the ground, his body springing high like a coil, and at the same time his hands rapidly danced before him, strange patterns emerging in his palms, converging into a shining small shield.

"Boom!"

Bei Feng's leg kicked heavily on the small shield, erupting a powerful shock force, qi waves spreading to all sides, the ground's dust rolled up several zhang high.

Boy steadied his figure in midair, borrowing this shock force, like an arrow leaving the bowstring he rushed straight toward Bei Feng.

His two legs alternated rapidly, like two sharp blades, carrying whistling wind sound, stabbing straight at Bei Feng.

Bei Feng's gaze sharpened; he hurriedly waved his arms to block. Just then, Shi Hao suddenly changed direction, his left leg drawing an arc in midair, fiercely kicking toward Bei Feng's chin.

"Bang!"

Bei Feng could not dodge in time, was kicked by this foot, his whole person flew backward, fresh blood spraying from his mouth, crashing through several small trees before stopping.

Boy pursued the victory, like an agile cheetah, instantly arriving before Bei Feng. He leaped high, his right leg like a heavy cannon, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, heavily smashing toward Bei Feng's chest.

"Boom!"

With this foot descending, the ground itself shook; Bei Feng was heavily smashed into the earth, raising a cloud of smoke and dust. He struggled a few times, yet could no longer climb up.

The Lang Village people seeing this scene were stunned speechless.

Their prideful genius youth was actually defeated by a young child; this made them incredulous.

After the shock, the Lang Village people quickly reacted; many bent bows and nocked arrows, arrowheads pointing straight at Shi Hao, attempting to salvage the situation.

Shi Feijiao and the others witnessing this scene, chest anger like a volcano erupting, whole body momentum as if materialized waves surging tumultuously.

They did not hesitate in the least to wield giant bows; each bow body was drawn into a full moon, bowstrings taut, emitting a low humming sound. Arrowheads flashed with grim cold light, like fierce beasts storing power awaiting release, locking onto the Lang Village people. At this moment, the battlefield atmosphere was tense to the extreme; a bloody melee seemed about to erupt at any time; the murderous qi permeating the air made one's heart palpitate with fear.

Shi Hao's silhouette moved like a ghost, in an instant closing in, his arm reaching out like iron tongs, with astonishing speed and strength he seized Bei Feng's collar. With a low roar, he actually lifted Bei Feng, who was much taller than himself, as if carrying a little chick, alive lifting him up, rapidly placing him in front of himself, thereby constructing a defensive barrier.

Bei Feng's anger at this moment had reached its peak; his usually calm and cold face was completely twisted; everything he suffered today was, to him, a lifetime shame difficult to wash away. Being restrained by a milk-smelling child — this was more humiliating than killing him. He frantically twisted his body, his legs kicking toward Shi Hao like a mad storm, every kick carrying his full chest of anger and unreconciliation.

Though Shi Hao's actual combat experience was lacking, his reaction speed and bodily coordination far exceeded ordinary people.

Only seeing him sidestep in a flash, easily dodging Bei Feng's sharp kicks, at the same time his right hand rapidly reached out, runes flashing in his palm, like stars in the night sky converging.

He fiercely pushed forward, an invisible force surging out, heavily striking Bei Feng's chest.

This strike contained mysterious power; Bei Feng only felt his chest as if crushed by a great mountain, a mouthful of fresh blood spurting out uncontrollably, his whole person like a kite with broken string flying backward.

Boy did not hesitate in the least; his feet lightly tapped the ground, like a cheetah hunting, he ran wildly toward the direction where Shi Linhu and the others were. Every step he landed raised a cloud of dust, speed so fast it dazzled the eyes.

Bei Feng's build was tall and slender; at this moment being carried by Shi Hao, his lower half dragged on the ground, all the way scratched open by sharp thorns, knocked against by jagged rocks.

His clothes were torn to rags, hair flying in disarray, his originally handsome and cold face now full of pain and wretchedness, completely a different person from that imposing youth before.

When the distance to Shi Linhu and the others was still eight or nine meters, Shi Hao suddenly exerted force, throwing Bei Feng out like hurling a giant rock.

With a dull landing sound, Bei Feng heavily fell near Shi Linhu and the others, rolling a few circles on the ground, spitting out a few more mouthfuls of blood, eyes full of resentment and unreconciliation, that gaze as if wanting to burn the whole world.

"Little brat, aren't you ruthless? How come, now you've lost your arrogant spirit?"

Shi Feijiao glared with round eyes, his voice echoing in the empty mountain forest, shaking leaves falling in profusion.

Words sound not yet fallen, he already like an arrow leaving the bowstring charged forward, leaping high, his two legs crossing in midair, like two giant axes, fiercely chopping down toward Bei Feng.

Only hearing a "Crack!" sound, Bei Feng's sternum instantly snapped four or five ribs; intense pain made cold sweat fall like rain, he could only emit a pained muffled groan.

"Boy, your heart is too kind. Just now during battle, you several times had the chance to deal a fatal blow, yet all missed. After capturing him, your hand was not decisive enough; for yourself, this is truly too dangerous."

Shi Linhu's expression was heavy, his eyes revealing concern and worry, earnestly admonishing from the side.

"Yiya..." Boy lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly, completely different from the brave and fearless appearance on the battlefield just now.

This was the first time he had fought so desperately, only because he saw several of his clan's uncles nearly killed by the Lang Village people, and the other side was so unreasonably overbearing, that it ignited the fighting spirit deep in his heart, and he rushed into battle without regard for anything. (Chapter End)