Chapter 825 - 823: Battle on the Mountain Slope
At this moment, Chen Tianlong was standing behind the three of them. Although he was only wearing a shirt, looking a bit odd, there were only men here, so there was no need to be shy. He lifted his right leg and suddenly exerted force.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three consecutive sounds echoed as Chen Tianlong kicked the three of them hard on their buttocks, directly flipping them over from the path, immediately followed by several screams; it’s likely they’re half-dead if not dead already.
This mountain road wasn’t steep, but there were rocks on the sides. Falling like this, even from a height of ten meters, could result in broken bones or fractured waists.
Yang Pei was stunned seeing the scene before him.
He could never have imagined that an opponent who was merely a Yellow Dao six-star a while ago could be this powerful, while Chen Tianlong was deliberately suppressing his strength, still maintaining his six-star status.
"Everyone, attack!"
Yang Pei suddenly shouted.
But the six subordinates nearby dared not act. Earlier, those three fellows were of similar strength, yet they were taken down in one move by the opponent. Now if they approach, won’t they be seeking death?
"Damn it, bunch of cowards, I’ll do it myself." Yang Pei, being impatient and hot-tempered, knew Chen Tianlong wasn’t to be taken lightly, yet his stubborn pride urged him on; gritting his teeth, he charged forward.
Having learned from earlier experience, he wasn’t as reckless as before. He stood in the middle of the mountain path, then threw a punch at Chen Tianlong, immediately stabilizing his footing.
Chen Tianlong chuckled bitterly. This small captain really is amusing. If he’s so aware, then why continue the attack? Just quickly lead the group back, wash up, and sleep; he could descend the mountain and enjoy food and drink, and wouldn’t that be wonderful?
"Stop!"
Chen Tianlong suddenly shouted, "I think, I have no grudges against you all and don’t want to harm you. Now, roll back up the hill, and I won’t pursue, how’s that?"
But just as Chen Tianlong finished speaking, the opponent roared, "To hell with you!"
Yang Pei threw the dagger at Chen Tianlong, and then immediately pulled out an iron hammer from his waist; that was his secret weapon.
Dodging the dagger thrown by the opponent, Chen Tianlong frowned. This guy even has weapons; quickly taking a few steps back.
Boom!
A loud noise erupted, dust and stones were flying everywhere, this guy hammered the nearby rocks with great skill, sending up a cloud of dust, intimidating everyone.
The surrounding six lackeys, seeing their captain taking action, couldn’t just stand around, so they gritted their teeth, nodded in agreement, and rushed towards Chen Tianlong.
The assault from seven people was indeed difficult for even Chen Tianlong to handle.
However, Chen Tianlong was no ordinary person; he possessed a rather heaven-defying martial technique. When everyone closed in, Chen Tianlong deliberately sidestepped Yang Pei; after all, the guy wielded a large iron hammer. Even if the Flaming Frenzy Dragon Fist was formidable, it couldn’t contend with a weapon.
Seeing the six daggers thrusting simultaneously, Chen Tianlong rapidly activated the Furious Dragon Fist Fourth Form.
In the next moment, four fierce punches burst forth, accompanied by a giant punch, causing the group to hurriedly dodge, but it was too late.
Clang clang clang!
The crisp sound of weapons falling to the ground echoed. Five people were hit, spilling onto the mountain path, clutching their chests while coughing blood.
No wonder, with the strength of a Profound Dao one-star, coupled with the Fourth Form of the Frenzied Dragon Fist, how could these Yellow Dao seven-star underlings possibly contend with this? Not dying on the spot was already their stroke of luck.
"Oh dear, I said, if you had hurriedly retreated, I wouldn’t have pursued. We don’t have deep-seated hatred. Wouldn’t it be better to wash up and sleep?" Chen Tianlong said playfully.
After all, he didn’t want to create a deep enmity with the Black Alliance; after all, he was brought by Lin Xiaoting. If things escalated, it might cause trouble for her.
Although Chen Tianlong had no goodwill toward the Black Alliance, he still felt some affection for Lin Xiaoting; she seemed cute, unlike the arrogant members of the Black Alliance.
"Damn it, today I’ll die with you." Yang Pei saw his subordinates flattened one by one, realizing the dire situation was dire, but refused to accept it. The simple task assigned by the boss was for ten Yellow Dao seven-stars to besiege a Yellow Dao six-star, yet they faced such a disastrous defeat; how could he face going back?
"Oh? Are you really sure I’d perish with you?" Chen Tianlong smiled faintly, holding a dagger.
And that dagger was stolen earlier when the group attacked him.
"Ha, go to hell!"
Yang Pei was beyond furious, not in the mood to continue bickering with Chen Tianlong. Holding the iron hammer tightly, he charged at Chen Tianlong.
"Whoosh!"
Just as Yang Pei’s hammer was about to strike Chen Tianlong, a small knife suddenly flew out from somewhere, startling Yang Pei into making a quick dodge. But having just thrown the hammer, dodging seemed impossible unless he abandoned the hammer.
"Bang!"
In the end, Yang Pei did just that; preserving his life was priority, admitting he was quite afraid of death. The iron hammer flew unhesitatingly at Chen Tianlong, but such a trivial trick could hit Chen Tianlong? A joke.
"Alright, now that you’re without a weapon, I’ll give you one more chance. Roll down the mountain, and I won’t pursue." Chen Tianlong said with a cold smile.
"Screw you!"
Clearly, Yang Pei was enraged, rolling down the mountain in disgrace was worse than death for him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pei’s fist slammed forward. Chen Tianlong’s face suddenly turned cold with lethal intent. I gave them a chance to live, but they sought death; not my fault.
In an instant, Chen Tianlong suddenly lowered his body, slightly pulling back his fist, and then suddenly struck.
The Flaming Frenzy Dragon Fist Fourth Form mercilessly hit the opponent’s chest, with the fifth fist appearing. Not only was there a burnt smell in the air, but smoke rose from the opponent’s chest, evidently scorched by the fire attribute of Chen Tianlong’s punch.
The Martial God’s Arm was pushed to the extreme at this moment, sending Yang Pei flying. Although he didn’t fall off the cliff, he was lying motionless on the mountain path, with smoke rising incessantly from his chest.
The six subordinates, seeing their captain beaten, quickly stood up if they could and fled, clutching their chests in embarrassment.
Chen Tianlong had no intention of silencing them, the matter had grown big enough, and he wasn’t afraid of it escalating; anyway, the mission with the Black Alliance was complete, and he was assured the item was with the elder brother.
Having accomplished all this, Chen Tianlong didn’t plan to stay, as those guys had returned, soon there might be an influx of reinforcements.
He didn’t want to continue fighting without eating anything.
Chen Tianlong stepped forward to leave, but suddenly thought of something, glanced around, and picked up three small knives from the path.
He had no silver needles or darts, so he had to rely on these small knives as hidden weapons.
After securing the three small knives, Chen Tianlong began walking down the mountain....