Chapter 35: Robbery (First Update)

  The entire forest has become an ocean of slaughter, where there is no right or wrong, only the strong are respected, and the weak are devoured. Here, human morality is not bound, and every moment someone dies in the forest. The whole forest is filled with a thick bloody smell, and it is also crowned with the name "Blood Forest"!

  In the dense and quiet forest, suddenly the leaves rustled slightly, a figure flashed out from the branches, instantly transformed into a agile monkey-like shape, and then rushed forward again, disappearing quickly at the end of the branches after several leaps.

  "Hmm" a low hum, Ye Chen's figure vanished like a ghost, leaping onto the treetop, the entire dense forest was eerily quiet, even the sound of insects biting tree branches could be heard!

  About three minutes later, a faint rustling sound came from the dense forest not far away. Immediately, four figures gradually emerged and finally stopped at a distance of about ten meters above and below Ye Chen's hiding place. Sharp eyes slowly scanned this quiet thicket.

  Through the gaps in the dense forest, his gaze was fixed tightly on the breath emanating from the four warriors not far away. To his surprise, these people were all at the peak of the eighth level of initial martial arts, with black clothes covered in bloodstains, indicating that they had just gone through a bloody battle.

  Alertly looking around in all directions, four figures immediately jumped up onto the treetops and hid.

  As the massacre unfolded, the original purpose of these warriors who followed closely also changed gradually. Originally, it was for the hundred million funds in Ye Chen's womb, but in the end, revenge also occurred, and even for other warriors' martial arts and gold coins, the law of the jungle was fully revealed in this dense forest.

  Ye Chen's entire body was stuck to the tree trunk, holding his breath, as if he had become a part of the forest itself, and the whole person looked lifeless.

  The grass worm on the tree tip was blown by the wind and fell onto Ye Chen's face, the disgusting antennae kept crawling on Ye Chen's face, but Ye Chen remained still.

  The dark eyes kept scanning around, and when they scanned to the tree branch that had just been stepped on, a faint smile appeared at the corner of the mouth. The branch was clearly stained with some red mud. The pupils contracted slightly, and then got up and rushed towards the position where those figures were, without making any sound throughout the whole process.

  "Hoo-hoo-hoo" The sound of Ye Chen's black robe rubbing against the wind was exceptionally loud, and all four people looked at each other with joy. Two of them exchanged a glance, drew their swords from behind their backs, and leapt towards the tree where Ye Chen was standing after a few bounds. The remaining two were cautiously looking at Ye Chen, staring far away at the silver clown mask on his face, and couldn't help but be stunned!

  His figure suddenly paused, and the true fire energy burst out of his body, with sparks spreading all over the sword. With both hands grasping the hilt, he swung it forward, and his figure jumped back strangely, leaping onto a tree head again, his body slightly arched, like an angry lion waiting to be released. In an instant, his body was like an arrow off the string, rushing out again.

  The sword that burst out suddenly exploded into countless fragments and shot in all directions.

  The flame attached to the fragments, burning them red, and two middle-aged men apparently had no reaction. They suddenly discovered that several iron pieces were inserted into their chests, with a look of unwillingness on their faces, without even making a scream, and died directly, falling from the tree head.

  Those two warriors hiding behind the tree trunk both showed a look of horror, and they saw the horror in each other's eyes. Their figures quickly ran in the opposite direction of Ye Chen. Ye Chen's body rotated, and his sharp aura actually caused a dull explosive sound to be transmitted through the air. His fists were like lightning, directly hitting the two men.

  Two miserable cries rang out, Ye Chen quickly grasped the falling sword, his figure flashed, and his left hand quickly moved back and forth on the two of them, a martial skill suddenly appeared in his hand, he smiled with satisfaction, jumped back to the treetop, and plunged into the dense forest again, disappearing without a trace. The whole process was extremely swift, without wasting any time.

  The sound of the corpse falling to the ground caught the attention of nearby warriors. Whoosh, whoosh, three figures quickly rushed in from all directions, looking at the corpse on the ground with shocked expressions. One punch killed the enemy, and all three saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes, hastily retreating along the path they had come from earlier.

  At a glance at the martial arts secret book in his arms, Ye Chen's mouth had already revealed a hint of a smile, and his figure quickly flashed, darting out of the dense forest towards the north.

  About five minutes later, Ye Chen's figure suddenly stopped, his eyes pierced through the dense leaves and looked towards a clearing outside, a cold smile spreading from the corner of his mouth.

  It's actually running into Ye Jia's guardian here, and the blue-clothed middle-aged man who took the lead was the big Han who brought himself to Ma Yan's face during the test.

  At this moment, on this empty land, dozens of human figures were crisscrossing and flashing by. Every now and then, a young man would spit blood and faint. After a few moments, one side would thoroughly fall defeated. A group of people was surrounded in the middle of the empty land. Around them, four middle-aged men stood lazily, with a faint aura floating above their fists.

  "Hmph, didn't encounter that waste, but instead met these idiots, not a bad harvest." In the empty space, a middle-aged man in blue clothes looked at the low-grade yellow martial skill book in his hand and couldn't help but lick his lips, laughing as he said so. The three middle-aged men around him smiled in agreement, laughing wildly without restraint.

  "Go and find that waste, don't forget the old master's orders!" As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in blue clothes waved his hand and was about to dash off in another direction.

  "Trash, I don't know which trash you're looking for!"

  At the moment when the middle-aged man in blue turned around, a faint smile suddenly sounded on the branches of the tree. The former hurriedly raised his head and saw that he was looking at the trunk of the trees surrounding the empty ground, where a boy with a silver clown mask appeared out of nowhere. It could be told from his height and the sound just now that it was a boy.

  For some reason, upon seeing the silver clown mask, the middle-aged man in blue felt a chill rising slowly from his heart. Brushing off the chill in his heart, the middle-aged man in blue sneered: "You, are you talking to me?"

  "Is there any other rubbish here besides you?" Ye Chen shook his head in frustration and shrugged weakly.

  "Looking for death!"

  Clang!

  A loud shout, the middle-aged man in blue clothes swung his hand and drew out the sword behind him, stabbing at Ye Chen with one sword, majestic momentum, the blessing of the true energy of the wind attribute made the middle-aged man's speed increase by several points.

  The young men lying on the ground, who had not yet fainted, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Ye Chen. Seeing Ye Chen standing stupidly at the top of the tree branch, and treating the blue-clothed middle-aged man's sword as if it were invisible, they couldn't help but loudly shout: "Idiot, quickly get out of the way!"

  At the moment when Lanyi was about to bump into Ye Chen, a black figure suddenly appeared, with sharp and fierce aura, his fist carrying endless terror, striking out as fast as lightning.

  "Damn it, this kid's strength is terrifying!" A very ominous thought flashed through his mind quickly. The middle-aged man in blue clothes swung his sword, but before he could shout to his companions to retreat, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. His eyes narrowed, and his fist, containing strong fire attribute true energy, didn't hesitate at all as it heavily struck the black shadow's head.

  "With a loud crash, the middle-aged man in blue fell to the ground like a broken kite, the impact of the fall causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. He lay there, his eyes wide open and staring blankly at Ye Chen, who had returned to the top of the tree, his face filled with incredulity that he, a martial artist of the seventh level, could be defeated so easily!"

  The three people on the ground looked at each other, and saw a look of horror in each other's eyes. They quickly drew their swords from behind their backs and rushed towards Ye Chen. With a cold laugh, Ye Chen's figure vanished like a ghost among the trees. The sword sliced through the air, leaving a trail of blood. The four middle-aged men retreated hastily, with a sword wound on their faces, and blood dripping down their cheeks.

  "Hand over all your martial skills!" Ye Chen said slowly, his tone not allowing anyone to refuse. His sword was coldly pointing at the four middle-aged men on the ground, as if they would be stabbed with one sword if they refused.

  Several middle-aged men looked at each other, the blue-clothed man lying on the ground struggled to get up from the ground, reluctantly pulled out three yellow book pages from his arms and threw them at Ye Chen. He casually grabbed the secret book and glanced at the dragon flying phoenix dancing big characters, couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment, it was just a low-level martial skill of the Yellow Rank.

  With a wave of his hand, a cold voice floated out from under the mask: "Sorry, I'm withdrawing first!"

  The middle-aged man looked at Ye Chen with a hint of discontent and asked, "Who are you, after all!"

  Ye Chenruo gazed at the few people on the ground with a profound meaning, casually put away the secret book into his bosom, and calmly said to them: "I am Ming!"

  Before the words had fallen, the figure of Ye Chen, who had lost his leaves, appeared on the branch. The middle-aged man looked in the direction Ye Chen was leaving and muttered: "My goodness, when did such a terrifying young man appear in Luoxia City?!"

  The middle-aged man's words were fully experienced in the next few hours, and the name of Ming became a nightmare for many warriors in the dense forest. There was no language, only a simple sword, no mercy, only a simple sword. The sword left marks, the sword showed blood, and it had become the most common saying among swordsmen.

  In the dense forest, except for a few initial martial artists at the peak of Wu, all other martial artists were robbed by Ye Chen!

  "The silver emerges, the blood bead appears" is exactly the characteristic of Ye Chen. Ye Chen doesn't know that the small silver clown mask on his face has become the most terrifying symbol in the hearts of many warriors. However, Ye Chen's move also triggered the anger of many warriors, who formed various small teams to search for Ye Chen's figure in the dense forest.

  This undoubtedly increased the difficulty of Ye Chen's robbery, fortunately those initial martial arts masters were waiting in ambush outside the dense forest to prevent Ye Chen from escaping!

  This also left a chance to catch his breath, Ye Chen lazily lay on the tree trunk, with a leaf tucked at the corner of his mouth, comfortably gazing at the flashing figures deep in the dense forest, muttering: "Let's get started!"

  Before the words fell, the tree head suddenly lost Ye Chen's figure, and the miserable cries echoed again throughout the entire dense forest.