Zhao Ya was dashing rapidly across the rooftops of the densely packed Wuxiang City.
Except for occasionally tapping a roof tile lightly with his foot for leverage, he was practically like a soaring swallow.
Zhan Feng was in hot pursuit behind him, but no matter how hard he chased, there was always a four or five-zhang gap between them.
A trace of shock involuntarily rose in Zhan Feng’s heart.
Even though this lad was only at the Third Realm, his body technique was extraordinarily fast.
Relying on his own strength, he still could not catch up at the moment.
By this time, the two had already exited Wuxiang City, and ahead lay the vast mountain forest.
Upon reaching this point, Zhan Feng suddenly felt a surge of doubt.
Because he had heard several village chiefs mention more than once that Zhao Ya’s specialty was ambushing in the forest.
Bringing him here, could it be some deception?
Thinking of this, Zhan Feng couldn’t help but slow his pace.
Just at this moment, Zhao Ya in front also stopped his sprint, standing on a large tree and giving Zhan Feng a cold smile.
"What, weren’t you just saying you wanted to take my head? And now that you’re here, you’re scared?"
Zhan Feng laughed strangely, "Scared? What a joke! If you’ve got the guts, don’t run, fight me head-on and see who’s really scared."
"Do you think I’ll stop running just because you say so? Why should I listen to you!" Zhao Ya sneered before responding.
"As I said before, if you want to kill me, come and get it, but I fear you dare not enter this forest."
After saying that, Zhao Ya turned and vanished into the mountain forest.
Zhan Feng stood in place for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed.
So what if there’s an ambush?
Zhan Feng was confident that with his strength, an ordinary ambush could not break through his defenses.
And as long as he got close enough to Zhao Ya, he could crush him with a single palm.
Besides, before coming out, he had boasted to the Third Miss that he would take this boy’s head.
If he returned empty-handed, wouldn’t that be a disgrace?
Upon entering the forest, their speed inevitably slowed down significantly.
Zhan Feng watched the figure ahead, which occasionally appeared and vanished, calculating in his mind.
If he could close the distance by another three zhang, his palm’s wind could reach him.
So Zhan Feng focused all his strength, no longer dodging the trees, but instead charged straight through like a bulldozer relying on his powerful strength.
This method was indeed quite effective, reducing the distance visibly.
One zhang, two zhang...
Finally, within the range of his palm’s wind, Zhan Feng was pleased and raised his palm to strike, just as Zhao Ya threw something without even turning back.
"Take this hidden weapon."
Bang.
The lime package exploded in midair, instantly spreading white mist everywhere.
"A petty trick."
Zhan Feng sneered, waved his palm, and the strong gust directly dispersed the lime mist.
But at that very moment, a sleeve arrow flew across the sky, aiming straight for Zhan Feng’s throat.
Zhao Ya’s timing was excellent, striking just as Zhan Feng had launched a palm strike, leaving himself wide open.
Yet Zhan Feng neither dodged nor evaded; the skin around his throat suddenly swelled and turned a crimson hue.
The sleeve arrow hit his throat, but didn’t even break the skin, falling straight to the ground.
The defense of the Skin Grinding Realm was that terrifying; at such close range, an ordinary sleeve arrow couldn’t breach it.
Zhan Feng laughed proudly, "Whatever tricks you have, feel free to use."
The gap in strength between the Third Realm and the Fourth Realm was immense.
Even Zhao Ya couldn’t easily cross this chasm.
Zhao Ya was mentally prepared for this, showing no sign of discouragement. Instead, he darted back into the forest.
Zhan Feng finally felt relieved, secretly laughing at himself for being overly cautious earlier.
This was also because Huo Tianxiao and others kept saying this guy was extremely formidable, full of cunning, especially thriving in forests.
But Zhan Feng now realized there wasn’t much to it.
Besides a decent lightweight body technique, he only knew some trivial tricks not worth mentioning.
With his mind at ease, Zhan Feng pursued relentlessly from behind, determined to kill Zhao Ya with his own palms.
After a full quarter-hour, they had already delved deep into the mountain forest.
Ahead loomed a cliff.
Zhao Ya suddenly stopped and turned to stand there.
Zhan Feng soon caught up, sneeringly saying, "Run, why aren’t you running?"
Zhao Ya remained unmoved, merely giving Zhan Feng a cold look before slowly drawing his saber.
Seeing this, Zhan Feng couldn’t help but sneer.
"What? Realizing you can’t run, you plan to fight to the death? Fine, I’ll give you that chance."
Speaking, Zhan Feng stood casually, assuming a relaxed posture.
Zhao Ya lunged forward with a swift step, his saber turning into a flash of blade light, cutting diagonally downward.
This strike, in both speed and power, had reached Zhao Ya’s current peak.
Even Zhan Feng couldn’t help but feel slightly surprised, abandoning the thought of seizing the saber barehanded, dodging the strike with a flash, then moving to slap Zhao Ya’s head with his palm.
If this palm landed, even if Zhao Ya had mastered Iron Head Skill, it would be shattered to dust.
Zhao Ya sidestepped the attack, his saber striking again, engaging Zhan Feng in battle.
Zhao Ya pushed the Gale Saber Technique to its limit, blade light swirling, slashing towards Zhan Feng like a ferocious storm.
Yet Zhan Feng sat tight, even when a strike seemed unavoidable, he casually knocked the blade aside, tearing open a breach in the stormy blade net.
In merely a moment, Zhao Ya was showing signs of strain, completely suppressed.