Ding! Player Wei Yi has slain a Black Water Bandit Martial Master. Cultivation Experience +650.
Ding! Player Wei Yi has slain a Black Water Bandit Martial Master. Cultivation Experience +800.
Ding! Player Wei Yi has slain a Black Water Bandit Martial Master. Cultivation Experience +720.
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A series of notifications rang out, and Wei Yi's cultivation experience bar surged upward, growing significantly in a matter of moments.
He was now only a hair's breadth away from reaching the Seventh Rank Martial Master realm.
One could not deny, slaying humans did indeed yield more experience than hunting beasts.
Although Wei Yi was not a bloodthirsty killer, he had already resolved in his heart that he would show no mercy to these Black Water Bandits who had nearly taken his life—none of them would survive!
"Speak! Who sent you to kill me?" Wei Yi questioned again.
At this moment, the reactions of the group were starkly different.
Before, no one had taken him seriously. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth—how powerful could he possibly be? Surely no match for them. In their eyes, he was nothing more than easy prey.
But now, the bloody reality before them made it clear—this young man was far beyond the realm of ordinary youth. He was not prey, but a ferocious tiger that preyed upon others, and the realization struck them all. No one dared to advance, their eyes flickering with fear as they glanced at one another.
Even Uncle Wu stared wide-eyed.
He had never imagined that in just over a year, his young master not only solved his cultivation dilemma but had become so immensely powerful.
He immediately stepped forward, glaring at the Black Water Bandit assassins, his voice booming with authority.
"Speak! Who sent you? If you tell the truth, there might be a chance for you to survive."
"If not, once our young master takes action, you will all have only one way to go—death!"
Uncle Wu's voice carried a certain mock authority, as though he were drawing strength from Wei Yi's power.
Wei Yi could not help but smile inwardly. The anger in his heart had faded, replaced by a quiet amusement at the sight.
"Stop wasting words! I don't believe he can take us all on by himself," one of the Black Water Bandit leaders gritted his teeth and shouted.
With his cry, the group regained some of their courage. After all, the Black Water Bandits were hardened criminals, used to being brutal and unruly. They had been momentarily shaken by Wei Yi's strength, but now that they had regained their composure, the murderous gleam returned to their eyes.
"No more pleasantries, Dark Blue Child—attack!"
"That old man must not escape either!"
With another furious command, the remaining bandits charged forward.
It was not just swords clashing—various hidden weapons flew toward Wei Yi without any restraint.
"Uncle Wu, fall back!" Wei Yi hurriedly warned, his Qinggang Sword flashing as he spun it in the air, deflecting all incoming projectiles.
"Not until I see the coffin will I shed a tear!" one of the bandits yelled in a fit of rage.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll gladly grant it to you!" Wei Yi's voice grew colder.
He unleashed the full power of his Black Water Body Technique, his figure weaving unpredictably, leaving no trace, as he swiftly darted into the midst of his foes.
The Storm Sword Technique was designed for wide-ranging attacks, and Wei Yi did not hesitate. Channeling all his inner energy, the Black Water Bandits fell one by one beneath the onslaught of his Qinggang Sword. Yet, they were helpless to stop him.
These Black Water Bandits, though formidable in their own right, were far weaker than the instructors of Zhenwu Academy. They were no match for Wei Yi, who had already surpassed many of them in strength.
Even though they outnumbered him, the full mastery of his Black Water Body Technique rendered their encirclement useless. One by one, he struck them down with ease.
In the span of mere moments, the once formidable group of over twenty Black Water Bandit assassins had been reduced to a handful.
The remaining bandits exchanged fearful glances, their eyes filled with terror. No matter how fierce and ruthless they had been, they were now face-to-face with death itself. With no hope of victory in sight, they immediately turned to flee.
Unfortunately, their speed was no match for Wei Yi.
Some of them had also trained in the Black Water Body Technique, but it was no comparison to Wei Yi's perfected mastery.
With a few swift, calculated moves, the last of the Black Water Bandits were sent crashing to the ground, dead without a chance to resist.
The system's notification sounded, but this time, it was an upgrade prompt.
Ding! Player Wei Yi has reached the peak of the Sixth Rank Martial Master realm. Cultivation Experience is now full. Automatically advancing to Seventh Rank Martial Master.
Feeling the surge of power within his dantian, Wei Yi could not help but smile faintly.
This was indeed a fruitful encounter.
Not only had he emerged unscathed, but he had also gained significant rewards, successfully advancing to the Seventh Rank Martial Master realm. These Black Water Bandits were almost like a gift, delivering experience straight to him.
"Uncle Wu, tidy up the battlefield," Wei Yi instructed.
"No problem, young master. Leave it to this old servant," Uncle Wu replied cheerfully.
However, just as he spoke, Wei Yi suddenly furrowed his brow, halting Uncle Wu with a gesture.
"Wait a moment, Uncle Wu," Wei Yi said, stepping toward one of the Black Water Bandits' corpses. He squinted his eyes before suddenly tossing his Qinggang Sword, sending it hurtling toward the assassin's heart.
Whoosh!
The sharp screech of the blade echoed, but instead of sinking into the body, it struck the earth.
The assassin, who had been lying motionless, suddenly sprang to his feet with lightning speed, his movements as swift as a rabbit's, as he sprinted away without hesitation.
It was clear that this man had been feigning death.
"Where do you think you're going?!" Wei Yi shouted, activating the Black Water Body Technique once again. Without a second thought, he pursued the assassin.
But midway through the chase, the assassin suddenly turned, his hands transforming into deadly claws, aimed at Wei Yi's chest and throat.
"Die, brat!" he roared.
With a sudden burst of energy, the assassin revealed his true cultivation—he was a Tenth Rank Martial Master!
A savage gleam filled his eyes, and a wicked smirk crept onto his lips. What did talent matter? Without his favorite weapon, the boy would still die by his hands!
He thrust his claws forward with all his strength, determined to end Wei Yi's life.
"You're the one who's going to die!" Wei Yi roared in return, his face hardening with fury. Without his sword, he immediately resorted to the Crushing Heart Palm.
Channeling his powerful inner energy into his palm, he struck at the assassin's chest just before the claws reached him. The terrifying force of his strike pierced through the assassin's body, sending a spray of blood as the man was sent flying backward.
The assassin's wide eyes locked onto Wei Yi's, and after a long moment, his head tilted to one side as he succumbed to death.
Wei Yi's face paled slightly.
The battle had been incredibly dangerous. The assassin's cunning and power were nothing short of remarkable. Though Wei Yi had not directly received the assassin's martial technique attack, he could still feel the eerie coldness that seeped into his body. Had he absorbed that attack fully, he would have surely been grievously injured, if not killed.
Fortunately, the Zixia Technique had allowed him to dispel the foreign energy, and he immediately activated it to suppress the lingering chill.
Ding! Player Wei Yi has slain Martial Master Sun Tianqi. Cultivation Experience +900, Crushing Heart Palm Skill Experience +700.
The system's prompt echoed once again.
Wei Yi froze in place.
Sun Tianqi?
This Black Water Bandit seemed different from the others.
"Young master, are you alright?" Uncle Wu rushed over in a panic, his eyes filled with concern.
"It's all my fault. If I hadn't been so careless, you wouldn't have been caught off guard..." he murmured, apologizing.
"Uncle Wu, it's not your fault. This man had already planned everything. I almost fell into his trap," Wei Yi replied.
"Do you know who they are? Could it be that the three elders are behind this? Otherwise, how would anyone else know our movements?" Uncle Wu speculated with a hint of suspicion.
"The three elders?" Wei Yi's eyes flickered as something dawned on him. He shook his head. "I don't think it's the elders. Our movements weren't exactly secret. Anyone paying attention could have tracked us."
"I have an idea of who's behind this," he said coldly. "Some people just love to bring about their own downfall."
With a chilling gaze, Wei Yi looked in the direction of Zhenwu Academy.