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"Unexpectedly, you have quite good luck to find so many." Wang Yi said with a smile. Then, without any hesitation, he put the remaining three Silver Wooden Plaques into his Storage Bag and looked at the furious Wang Zhou with a smirk, saying, "There's still some time left. I believe you can find more Wooden Plaques. As for these, I'll reluctantly accept them."
"Ah, Wang Yi, you scoundrel! I'm going to fight you!" Wang Zhou saw that all his hard-earned Wooden Plaques had fallen into Wang Yi's Storage Bag. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and his face turned so red with anger it seemed like he could bleed. He shouted and jumped up like a balloon, throwing a punch.
"Hmph, this is what you asked for." Wang Yi's expression turned cold. He spun on his feet and darted away, leaving an afterimage in the air. With a loud sound, Wang Zhou's body flew backward as if it had been hit by a bomb.
"You... are going too far." Wang Zhou lay on the ground, his face filled with bitterness. The piercing pain in his chest made it hard for him to breathe.
"Hmph, Wang Zhou, if you continue like this, don't blame me for coming back next time." Wang Yi looked at the pale-faced Wang Zhou with a smirk and said, "If you dare to spread this matter, I will make sure you can't enter the Inner Sect this time."
"You..."
"Can't enter the Inner Sect." Those five words struck Wang Zhou's heart like thunder. His face turned pale; if he couldn't enter the Inner Sect this time, he would have no opportunity left. With his strength inferior to others and feeling helpless, he thought about how his Wooden Plaques had been snatched by Wang Yi and now faced a threat. It was truly like a mute eating bitter gourd—unable to express his suffering.
"Why bother? Trust me; there’s still half the time left. I believe you can find more Wooden Plaques." Wang Yi said calmly with a smile.
"Fine, you win this time. I agree, but remember your words." Wang Zhou's eyes flickered as he quickly analyzed the pros and cons in his mind. Gritting his teeth, he said reluctantly.
"Goodbye." Wang Yi smiled slightly and waved.
Wang Zhou watched as Wang Yi slowly walked away, feeling as if a flame was burning in his heart, reddening his face. "Ah! You scoundrel! I never want to see you again."
As night fell, the moon was bright and stars were few. A blaze of fire burned fiercely somewhere in the vast mountains, illuminating the dark Deep Forest. Three disciples sat around the fire with flushed faces.
In just two hours, the three had accumulated a thousand points and even exceeded that amount, which delighted them. However, when they heard from one disciple about a man in black who was robbing Wooden Plaques everywhere, they decided to abandon their plans to search for more Wooden Plaques and planned to leave the mountains tomorrow. After all, they had already qualified to pass the second round; if that man in black targeted them, it would be disastrous.
"Who are those people in black?" asked the thinnest disciple, a look of confusion on his face.
"Who knows? But I suspect it must be the work of some senior brother," replied the plain-looking disciple confidently.
"No way! Yan Shixiong, how do you know? You don't actually know who that person in black is, do you?" said another disciple beside him, puzzled.
"Yeah, Yan Shixiong, tell us, who exactly is this person in black?" Slim Disciple asked eagerly, a hint of interest in his eyes.
"It's me!"
At that moment, a cold voice emerged from the vast darkness, like a ghostly apparition, startling all three disciples into jumping up.
"Who? Who's talking? If you have the guts, come out!" Among the three, Yan Shixiong was slightly braver. After quickly calming down, he shouted into the dark night.
The voice echoed in the silent night, sounding incredibly empty, causing Deep Forest to reverberate back with "Who? Who's talking? If you have the guts, come out?" The echo reached Slim Disciple and Plain Disciple, their faces changing slightly as fear flickered in their eyes.
After a moment, a shadow appeared more than ten meters away from the three, staring intently at them. The newcomer was Wang Yi.
"Are you here to steal our Wooden Plaque?" the short disciple asked tremulously as he looked at the figure in black. He had heard that this person was exceptionally powerful and had robbed many capable senior brothers.
"Since you already know, then hand it over!" Wang Yi said straightforwardly, somewhat surprised that these three had figured out his purpose for coming.
"Hmph, no way! We went through so much trouble and effort to find this Wooden Plaque. How could we give it to you?" Yan Shixiong said indignantly.
"No... not bad, you are really too arrogant, actually so brazenly snatching the Wooden Plaque from your fellow brothers. I will report this to the elders and have you punished." The Slim Disciple shivered under Wang Yi's cold gaze, glancing sideways and thinking, "So what if you are strong? There are three of us; can we not defeat you?"
With this thought, the fear in Slim Disciple's heart dissipated significantly. Hearing Yan Shixiong's righteous words, he immediately shouted, "You should leave quickly; otherwise, the three of us will make you suffer."
Wang Yi smiled indifferently, shook his head, and said, "You won't hand it over..." Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward and vanished from the sight of the three.
"You... dare to play tricks?" Yan Shixiong's expression changed instantly as he said, "Heart."
However, it was too late. Slim Disciple felt a blur before his eyes and a sharp pain in his abdomen as he flew backward.
"Skinny Monkey." Plain Disciple saw Slim Disciple lying on the ground with a pale face, clutching his stomach and crying out in agony. His face was filled with worry as he called out.
"Heart." Yan Shixiong noticed the figure in black rushing towards Plain Disciple, his face changed drastically as a sense of helplessness surged in his heart. This person's speed was simply too fast; it was beyond his ability to react.
Hearing the call, Plain Disciple was about to swing his fist but felt a shock on his back as if struck by lightning, collapsing to the ground.
"Will you hand it over... or not?" Wang Yi looked coldly at Yan Shixiong, speaking in a chilling tone. However, he felt somewhat moved; he did not expect the three to have such backbone.
"Even if you kill us, we will never hand it over," Yan Shixiong shouted angrily.
With a movement of his foot, Wang Yi softly said, "Is that so?"
"Ha!" Among the three, Yan Shixiong, being the strongest, shouted loudly as he flipped his hand and drew out the Chiyang Blade, slashing towards the approaching figure in black.
"Too slow." Wang Yi's body flashed, and the Chiyang Blade slashed sideways. Yan Shixiong was taken aback, just about to turn his hand for a diagonal strike, but unexpectedly, the man in black advanced and struck his wrist with a palm. With this heavy blow, the Chiyang Blade fell to the ground.
"You..." Yan Shixiong looked at the man in black again, his eyes filled with fear as he retreated repeatedly. He thought to himself, "This person is too strong; I am no match for him."
Wang Yi looked at Yan Shixiong with a slight smirk, advancing and crashing into him. The latter let out a miserable scream, like a kite with its string cut, soaring through the air in an arc before falling to the ground.
This series of actions occurred extremely quickly, almost completed in the blink of an eye, leaving Slim Disciple and Plain Disciple dazzled, feeling as if the man in black was as elusive as a ghost.
"Hmm." Under the furious gazes of the three, Wang Yi took down their respective Storage Bags. After scanning with his divine sense, his expression suddenly froze. He glanced around at the three, who were all pale.
To Wang Yi's surprise, the total number of Wooden Plaques they had obtained was only four Golden Wooden Plaques and three Silver Wooden Plaques combined.
"I'll leave these three for you; as for these, I'll take them." Wang Yi pulled out three Golden Wooden Plaques from his hands and tossed them beside Yan Shixiong. If the three were reckless individuals, Wang Yi might have taken all the Wooden Plaques for himself. However, these three were not such people; they all had a common goal of entering the Inner Sect. Moreover, they were all individuals of integrity. Wang Yi couldn't help but think of his past life and felt sympathy for them; they were merely living at the bottom of this world.
"What?" The three exchanged glances, their expressions of disappointment, fear, and anger instantly fading away, replaced by joy. They couldn't believe what was happening. But when they looked back at the man in black, all they saw was an increasingly distant shadow in the night.
It was an ordinary night, but for many disciples, it was anything but ordinary.
On this night, many disciples encountered a man in black who robbed them of their Wooden Plaques. Some had everything taken away while others were left with just one.
The sounds of blades clashing, screams of agony, and cries of pain echoed endlessly through the dark night.
The night was pitch black; one could not see their own hand in front of their face.
The night of Early Spring was warmer than winter, but the night breeze still made Zhao Shanyu feel a bit cold. Rubbing his slightly chilly palms together, he waved his hand to signal his subordinates to gather some wood, hoping to make the flames burn brighter. "Have you found any news about the man in black?"
"Brother Zhao, we haven't heard anything about this man in black yet," a Tall Youth said, feeling much warmer from the flames in front of him. He spoke nervously upon hearing Zhao Shanyu's question.
"Hmph, Waste. So many people can't find any news about this man in black, what use do I have for you?" Zhao Shanyu's voice was low and heavy, his gloomy gaze sweeping over everyone like the evening wind brushing against their faces, causing them to fall silent and not dare to utter a word.
"Senior... Brother, we only know that nearly half of the disciples' Wooden Plaques have been stolen," one disciple raised his eyes and glanced around, seeing everyone else with their heads down and silent, so he mustered up the courage to speak.
"Nearly half of them?" Zhao Shanyu frowned slightly. "That's a lot."
"Senior Brother, could it be that Wang... Wang Yi did it?" a Tall Disciple suddenly blurted out as a thought crossed his mind.
"Wang Yi." Zhao Shanyu's frown deepened, and his expression grew even darker.
Everyone exchanged glances, not daring to breathe a word as if a giant stone were pressing down on them. The only sound was the crackling of burning wood, resembling popping beans, with sparks flying into the air and turning to ash with a soft hiss.
After a long while, Zhao Shanyu slowly relaxed his furrowed brow. "You may have a point."
"By the way, have you found Wang Zhou?" Zhao Shanyu asked.
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