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Without giving Bu much time to think about recovery, the Hunchback Leader's figure flickered unpredictably, like a wisp of cotton in the wind, seemingly slow yet fast as it launched another attack towards Bu.
This was a basic movement skill known as Light Smoke Steps. It was not a rare skill; some Major Forces would casually distribute such ordinary skills to the warriors who joined them.
Such movement skills allowed the practitioners to have a clear approach when attacking, and after using the skill, their elusive form made it difficult for enemies to accurately gauge their attack trajectory.
The Hunchback Leader seemed like a butterfly flitting among flowers, drifting like leaves in the wind. His figure shifted left and right, now far, now near.
He muttered an obscure magical incantation under his breath, his steps unceasing as he closed in on Bu's attack range once again.
Bu dared not be the slightest bit careless. He had just experienced the strangeness of his opponent's attack. He knew that his shortcoming was that he had not learned any skills, while his strength lay in his superior physical attributes compared to the Hunchback Leader.
Using his strengths to exploit the opponent's weaknesses was the way to victory; he would not pit his shortcomings against someone else's strengths.
Bu's gaze was exceptionally sharp, his narrow eyes glinting with Cold Light.
His muscles were tense all over, his body coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.
A strange cackle echoed from the Hunchback Leader's mouth. His spellcasting had reached a conclusion, and he quickly flickered in front of Bu, two fingers glowing with dazzling blue light, chilling air wafting from those fingers.
"Ice Wind Finger!"
The Hunchback Leader's elusive figure suddenly came to an abrupt stop before sweeping forward like lightning, his fingers emitting a piercing sound as they surged forth.
The chilling air pierced through the heart, howling winds echoed as if countless ghosts were weeping.
The power of this Ice Wind Finger was overwhelmingly strong!
"Crack, crack, crack."
The cold, sharp light emitted by the sword fingers shot out like a barrage of Ice Arrows, piercing through the air.
"Clang, bang, thud."
Bu's eyes narrowed slightly as his body moved like a great ape, shifting across the ground. His hands struck and slapped, shattering the Ice Arrows that were shooting towards him one after another.
After breaking dozens of Ice Arrows in succession, Bu's condition was far from optimistic.
With each shattered Ice Arrow, he felt a bone-chilling cold invade his body, causing his movements to gradually slow down.
"Child, you cannot escape this calamity. This is my basic magic, Ice Arrow Technique, combined with the basic finger technique, Gale Finger, to form this martial magic skill. Not even you or that Yellow-Clad Old Man could handle it without some difficulty. Hehehe..."
In a flash, the Hunchback Leader seemed to flicker like an illusion. The sharp edge of his sword fingers gleamed as a series of fierce attacks surged towards Bu amidst the sound of slicing wind, coming at him with the frequency of a machine gun firing.
"Impossible. He is merely at low-level rank 1; how can he be this strong? Even if he practices Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts, it defies logic. The energy consumption at this level should be beyond his capacity to sustain."
Bu felt a tingling numbness in his body, as if he were trapped in an icy wasteland. He found it hard to believe.
There was no reason for the opponent to be this strong.
At that moment, the Hunchbacked Elder was also secretly lamenting.
Despite his earlier boastful words being so confident and impressive, it was merely a psychological tactic. Maintaining the Ice Arrow Technique while simultaneously using Gale Finger for attack was an unimaginable drain on his own energy.
Therefore, he used psychological tactics, constantly mocking with words, hoping to make Bu Zijue feel hopeless in victory and unable to persist.
The Ice Wind Finger was nearly his most powerful martial technique. Every time he unleashed this move, low-level first-tier warriors were easily defeated one after another.
Originally, he just wanted to quickly end the battle, deal with this opponent, and then go help others take down the Elder in Yellow. After all, this fight had already been going on for a while, and he couldn't afford to delay any longer.
However, now the Hunchback Leader found himself in a difficult position.
"Is this guy a cockroach or something?"
The Hunchback Leader was somewhat exasperated.
At this moment, his movements began to slow down, and his clothes were torn by Ice Arrows. His hands, which had tried to block the Ice Arrows, were severely injured, with blood frozen over, looking like he was about to collapse but stubbornly refusing to fall.
"Just lie down, please. If you don't lie down soon, I'm going to be the one lying down first..."
Feeling time slipping away and his internal energy gradually depleting, the Hunchback Leader began to despair.
Amidst the relentless assault, it was extremely difficult for him to hold on. At this moment, he relied solely on sheer willpower to endure. He believed that the opponent's torrential attacks wouldn't last much longer.
However, as time passed and more wounds appeared on his body, just when he started to doubt whether his calculations were wrong...
With a "whoosh," an Ice Arrow was shattered by Bu Qing, and the cold aura contained within seemed to have weakened significantly.
As the storm-like assault from the Hunchbacked Elder began to thin out, Bu Xin felt immense joy.
"You old turtle! Hahaha, you still can't beat me."
Bu Spirit was filled with wild laughter inside. After being suppressed for so long, he was ready to thoroughly trample his opponent.
"Old turtle, carrying a shell on your back. Just watch as I smash your shell today." Bu Kuang laughed and surged forward, resisting the now weakened attacks and charging furiously at his opponent.
The ground erupted with dust and stones as Bu's pent-up rage exploded. He charged towards the Hunchback Leader with the ferocity of a dragon, unstoppable in his momentum.
The Hunchback Leader watched in disbelief as the person who had been struggling to catch his breath just moments ago now appeared so arrogant. Anger surged within him.
However, seeing the brutish stance of this seemingly beast-like figure and realizing he had little energy left, the Hunchback Leader dared not engage further.
Without a second thought, he turned and fled. In a desperate attempt to escape, he resembled a turtle retreating into its shell.
Bu didn't care whether his opponent fought or fled; this Fellow was a substantial source of Experience points in his eyes, and he couldn't let such an opportunity slip away. He immediately quickened his pace to pursue relentlessly.
The chase drew attention from those engaged in battle nearby, leaving them momentarily stunned by the scene unfolding before them.
Ahead, a black-clad figure with a hunch was fleeing for his life, heading straight towards four black-clad individuals near the Elder in Yellow.
Behind him was a ragged young man, also charging forward with great momentum. His speed far surpassed that of the elder, and it seemed he was about to catch up.
Feeling the rapidly approaching figure behind him, the Hunchback Leader could hardly contain himself. With no energy left to use any skills, he lacked the courage to confront his pursuer head-on.
In a state of panic, the Hunchback Leader shouted at the top of his lungs, "Why aren't you idiots coming to save me?"
"Quick, go save the Boss."
"Stop that guy!"
The group of black-clad men became anxious, disregarding their opponents as they rushed to intercept Bu.
However, the Elder in Yellow and his companions were not pleased with this.
Whether it was the two young men entangled with the Second Black-Clad Man or the Elder in Yellow himself grappling with four other black-clad figures, they suddenly intensified their attacks. Their desperate efforts resembled rabid dogs, forcing the black-clad men to retaliate and defend themselves.
In an instant, no one was able to rescue the beleaguered Hunchback Leader.
"Swish."
Swift and unrestrained.
"Swish."
Like a bolt of lightning.
"Boom."
As quick as a shooting star.
Bu pursued fiercely and at high speed, closing in on the Hunchback Leader from behind.
The burst of Speed and Agility was like a Seagull in a storm, swift as a meteor.
Without hesitation, he suddenly bent his elbows, leaping into the air. His feet stomped on the ground, unleashing a violent surge of energy that sent dust and debris flying.
He soared into the sky, descending at high speed, his bent elbows pointing downward like a predatory mantis—cold-blooded and brutal.
Fast! Fierce! Accurate!
With an overwhelming force, he struck downwards; his hard elbows crashed down with unmatched power, like a giant hammer swung by Thor.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The sounds of the impact and the cracking of bones echoed across the battlefield, as dust rose from the ground in a massive tremor.
Everyone—whether it was the men in black, the Elder in Yellow, or the two Female Relatives outside the battlefield along with Locke in the back—had their eyes wide with shock.
Since the battle between Bu and the Hunchback Leader began, their gazes had frequently been fixed on him.
They all understood that the key to victory in this battle lay in the outcome between Bu and the Hunchback Leader.
If Bu won, he would be free to deal with other enemies.
Conversely, if the men in black triumphed, it would be the same.
But now, no one had expected this. Or rather, it was hard to imagine.
As the dust settled, a giant pit appeared beneath Step's feet, and the body of the Hunchback Leader lay in it like a tattered rag.
His body had been folded over from the back, as if a piece of paper had been bent in half. His white bones, mixed with strands of blood, protruded directly from his abdomen, and within moments, the pit was filled with blood. The stench was overwhelming; he was dead beyond any doubt.
Such a bloody and brutal death was something that everyone found unimaginable.
"Ugh..."
Two Female Relatives leaned against the yoke of the carriage and began to vomit. They simply could not endure such a bloody scene.
Among the others, the Elder in Yellow showed a hint of joy. The two young men looked somewhat pale, clearly unaccustomed to such a gruesome sight, while Locke remained expressionless.
The black-clad men went mad with rage; their leader's death filled them with grief and anger.
However, given the current situation, if they continued to fight desperately, they might truly lose their lives.
After all, they had already sacrificed two members, and their combat strength was clearly inferior to that of their opponents. If they continued to entangle themselves further, it was likely that none would escape in the end.
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