Chapter 116: Chapter 116: The Head Is Mine
Suddenly, a figure appeared atop the Qin Family’s courtyard wall.
He was tall and slim, dressed in jade-colored long robes. Backlit by the moon, his features were indistinct; his face, however, was as pale as snow, and his eyes glinted sharply.
"It’s the White-faced Flying Fox!"
The guards in the Qin Family courtyard noticed this uninvited guest and let out angry roars, filling the air with a murderous aura.
The white-faced young man stood on the wall, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked at Qin Yu and laughed, "Miss Qin Yu, the three-day deadline is here, and I, Lu, have come as promised. I didn’t expect you to come out to greet me personally; I feel greatly honored."
Fear flickered in Qin Yu’s beautiful eyes, and her delicate body trembled slightly. Unconsciously, she took two steps closer to Luo Feng.
"Don’t worry. Leave it to me." Luo Feng’s gaze was firm as he positioned Qin Yu behind him.
Qin Nanhao rushed out from the main hall, looking at the silhouette in the distance, his face ashen with rage. He roared, "White-faced Flying Fox, our Qin Family holds no grudges against you. Why do you persistently harass us!"
Hearing this, the White-faced Flying Fox burst into laughter. "Old fool, haven’t you ever heard the saying, ’to die for a beauty is a romantic fate, even as a ghost’? If you must blame someone, blame your daughter for being too beautiful! Look at that pretty face, that perky ass—any man would want to pin her down on the bed and possess her."
"Bastard!"
Qin Nanhao turned pale with anger and roared, "Archers, fire! Kill him!"
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
As soon as his words fell, the Qin Family Martial Artists hidden in the courtyard revealed themselves, loosing a volley of arrows like a swarm of locusts at the White-faced Flying Fox on the wall.
"Humph, so you refuse to do this the easy way! There’s nothing the White-faced Flying Fox sets his eyes on that he can’t obtain."
A hint of contempt showed in the White-faced Flying Fox’s eyes. His figure flickered on the wall and, in an instant, he was ten meters away. With a few swift punches and kicks, he sent several charging Qin Family guards flying, spitting blood.
"Uninvited guest, show yourself."
After knocking aside several Qin Family guards, the White-faced Flying Fox turned and looked towards a corner of the courtyard.
"White-faced Flying Fox, you indeed live up to your reputation. However, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death."
Hiding in the shadows, Lu Xuanshuang and Han Chen stepped forward, swords drawn.
The other Qin Family Martial Artists, having witnessed the White-faced Flying Fox’s formidable skill, knew they were no match and retreated to the side.
"Hehe, so it’s students from the Floating Snow School."
The White-faced Flying Fox turned, his narrow eyes squinting as his lecherous gaze roved over Lu Xuanshuang. He laughed. "Not bad, not bad. A big butt, and you’re to my taste as well. I didn’t expect to be so lucky today—a buy one, get one free deal."
Lu Xuanshuang blushed crimson at his lewd words. Beside her, Han Chen, also a student of the Floating Snow School, was enraged.
"You dare insult my Senior Sister! Die!"
With a low roar, Han Chen lunged forward, his palm striking towards the White-faced Flying Fox.
BOOM!
The powerful palm energy swept out in all directions. The surrounding trees swayed violently in the resulting wind, their leaves rustling loudly. Several Qin Family Martial Artists standing nearby were forced to retreat repeatedly.
BANG!
The ten-meter distance was covered in an instant. Han Chen’s palm struck, causing the air to crackle, but his expression suddenly turned exceptionally grim.
The White-faced Flying Fox, who had been right in front of him a moment ago, had vanished without a trace!
"Junior Brother, be careful! He’s behind you!"
Lu Xuanshuang’s anxious voice sounded from his side.
"Kid, you’re still too green to challenge me!"
The White-faced Flying Fox stood behind Han Chen, laughing triumphantly. The sleeve of his embroidered robe billowed as if wind churned within, as he threw a fierce punch at Han Chen.
Greatly alarmed, Han Chen reflexively struck back with a palm.
BOOM!
Fist and palm collided, potent energy blasting outwards. The shockwave snapped nearby trees and sent sand and stones flying.
The moment the sonic boom resounded, Han Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbling unsteadily from the impact.
The White-faced Flying Fox’s eyes blazed; he wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip. With a cold shout, he unleashed another punch.
"Hurricane Fist!"
His brocade robe billowed ceaselessly. The air around the White-faced Flying Fox’s right fist began to distort, coalescing into what looked like a miniature hurricane before lashing out fiercely!
Han Chen was aghast. At the last moment, he could only cross his arms to protect his vital points and meet the White-faced Flying Fox’s punch head-on.
CRACK!
A clear sound of breaking bone was heard. Han Chen grunted, his body sent flying. He skidded over ten meters across the ground before stopping, his hands hanging limply at his sides, bones shattered.
An eerie silence fell over the surroundings. Everyone looked on in horror; the White-faced Flying Fox’s ferocity was beyond their imagination.
A Martial Artist at the late stage of the Sixth Level of the God Bravery Realm had been defeated in just two moves!
The expression on Qin Nanhao, the Qin Family Head, instantly turned exceptionally ugly.
The White-faced Flying Fox, his face a frosty white, looked coldly at the half-kneeling Han Chen and sneered, "Once, three experts at the peak of the Sixth Level of the God Bravery Realm besieged me, and I still departed at my leisure. Did you really think a mere late-stage Sixth Level God Bravery Realm Martial Artist like yourself could stop me? Such a young pup. You should be in your academy, dreaming your genius dreams, not venturing into the Martial World. You’re courting death!"
The White-faced Flying Fox snorted coldly, pushed off the ground with a tap of his foot, and shot straight towards Han Chen.
"Stop!"
Seeing the White-faced Flying Fox about to kill Han Chen, Lu Xuanshuang dared not hesitate. With a light tap of her toes, her body seemed to float weightlessly as she moved to block Han Chen.
"Pervading Chill of Snow!"
Her fine, pretty eyebrows arched slightly. Lu Xuanshuang’s wrist vibrated rapidly, and the slender, two-edged sword in her hand transformed into countless cold glints, sealing off the White-faced Flying Fox’s path.
Sword Shadows flickered like snow, too swift for the naked eye to follow. All that could be seen were myriad, shimmering cold lights, dense as a winter blizzard, leaving no opening!
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Sword light poured forth, threatening to pierce countless bloody holes in the approaching White-faced Flying Fox.
But at that very instant, the White-faced Flying Fox’s figure bizarrely flickered, changing direction to narrowly graze past the dense curtain of sword light.
The Qin Family Martial Artists stared wide-eyed, watching this incredible scene unfold.
It had been a clear attack aimed at a blind spot, yet the White-faced Flying Fox had dodged it!
Seeing the White-faced Flying Fox evade her sword light, Lu Xuanshuang’s expression remained composed, though a flush spread across her cheeks. She slapped her left hand against her right shoulder!
"Swinging Sword Flying Snow!"
SWOOSH!
The sword’s momentum shifted. The slender sword in Lu Xuanshuang’s hand, previously flowing with a gentle continuity, suddenly erupted with swift, wild power, sweeping towards the White-faced Flying Fox’s neck like a bolt of lightning.
The White-faced Flying Fox’s composed demeanor finally showed a flicker of change. His gaze turned icy.
"Flying Fox Zigzag Step!"
The White-faced Flying Fox’s feet tapped the ground over a dozen times in rapid succession. His forward-rushing body once again changed direction with uncanny agility, shifting horizontally more than ten meters to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade’s edge.
Lu Xuanshuang’s two strikes missed, and she did not pursue.
Although she had forced the White-faced Flying Fox back, her expression grew even more troubled.
The two Swordsmanship techniques she had just used were the most powerful attacks she currently possessed.
Especially ’Swinging Sword Flying Snow,’ a move that achieved its surprise by changing the sword’s momentum to catch the opponent off guard, often at the risk of self-injury.
In the past, she had used this sword technique to slay several Martial Artists of her own level!
This was also why she had dared to accept this mission.
However, she now realized she had gravely underestimated the White-faced Flying Fox’s Qinggong cultivation!
SWOOSH!
The White-faced Flying Fox stabilized himself and wiped his neck. His fingers were instantly stained crimson.
Looking at the blood on his fingers, the White-faced Flying Fox’s face gradually contorted. His icy gaze shot towards Lu Xuanshuang. "You damned woman! Today, I’ll capture you, strip you naked, and hang you on the city gates! I’ll make you wish you were dead!"
SWOOSH!
The White-faced Flying Fox’s figure flashed, vanishing from everyone’s sight. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Lu Xuanshuang. With a snap, he closed his folding fan and unleashed an attack like a violent storm upon her.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
In the blink of an eye, they exchanged over a dozen blows. Sparks from their clashing weapons illuminated the entire Qin Family courtyard.
Lu Xuanshuang and the White-faced Flying Fox were almost equal in cultivation. However, the White-faced Flying Fox’s Qinggong was far superior to hers.
Lu Xuanshuang was completely suppressed, unable to fight back. In just a short while, several wounds had appeared on her body.
"It’s over..."
Witnessing this, Qin Nanhao, the Qin Family Head, slumped to the ground in despair, his face ashen.
Of the two Floating Snow School students, one had been gravely injured by the White-faced Flying Fox in just two moves, and the other was clearly on the verge of defeat. All hope for victory had vanished from his heart.
Nearby, Qin Yu’s beautiful eyes trembled as she watched the two fighting in the courtyard, her pretty face as pale as paper.
She bit her cherry lip, a sudden resolve flaring in her eyes. She pulled a half-foot-long dagger from her bodice. With a resolute glint in her eyes, she thrust the cold dagger fiercely towards her own throat.
"What are you doing?"
Luo Feng swiftly grabbed Qin Yu’s small hand, frowning as he asked.
Qin Yu’s pretty eyes were red and brimming with tears. She choked out, "I would rather die than fall into the hands of that libertine!"
Luo Feng hadn’t expected Qin Yu, who appeared so gentle, to possess such a resolute personality. He sighed and then smiled. "Then you absolutely mustn’t die. I told you, as long as I’m here, no one can harm a hair on your head."
"But..." Qin Yu stared blankly at Luo Feng.
"No buts. If you die, I won’t be able to complete my mission. Wait here."
Saying this, Luo Feng turned and strode towards the courtyard.
He had been observing the White-faced Flying Fox’s bizarre Qinggong from the side, wary of intervening rashly and allowing him to escape.
Now, he had grasped the key principles behind the White-faced Flying Fox’s Qinggong shifts.
"Lu Xuanshuang, it seems the White-faced Flying Fox’s head is mine for the taking," Luo Feng said with a smile as he approached the two locked in combat.
To think he still has the leisure to discuss this at a time like this!
Hearing Luo Feng’s words, Lu Xuanshuang felt both anxious and annoyed. Her fine eyebrows arched slightly as she said scornfully, "Be my guest! Take it if you can!"
"Then I won’t be polite."
As the words left his mouth, Luo Feng stomped on the ground, causing it to crack beneath his foot. He shot forward like a cannonball towards the White-faced Flying Fox, his blade slashing out.
The White-faced Flying Fox had once broken free from the siege of three martial artists at the peak of the Sixth Level of the God Bravery Realm, so he paid little heed to Luo Feng’s approach.
Yet, in the next moment, his expression turned exceptionally ugly.
Luo Feng, who had been twenty meters away just an instant ago, was now right in front of him.
The biting chill from the blade’s edge swept over him with force, causing the hairs on the White-faced Flying Fox’s entire body to stand on end and his scalp to tingle.
"Kid, you’re eight hundred years too early to dream of hurting me! Flying Fox Zigzag Step!"
With a long cry, the White-faced Flying Fox’s body abruptly twisted, shooting away from the approaching blade at an unbelievable angle!