Chapter Thirteen Crisis

  "Whoosh!"

  A sharp whistling sound suddenly pierced the air, a faint greenish light was caught in Nie Kong's eyes, his body hastily dodged to the side, a sharp wooden thorn grazed past his right arm, tearing open a long slit in his clothes, and the owner of the thorn also entered his line of sight.

  "It was actually the young bamboo nephew, last time uncle just gathered spirit 7th rank and could knock you down with one finger, now uncle is already at gathering spirit 9th rank, what do you think you can come to bully?"

  On the surface, he was smiling, but Nie Kong's vigilance had already reached its peak. This life-and-death illusion realm was full of hidden dangers, and it was impossible to predict when a spiritual master would suddenly appear and launch a sneak attack. If not for his recent use of the spinning top to cultivate, his body's reaction speed and coordination would have been greatly enhanced, and Nie Xiu's earlier move might have already pierced a transparent hole in his right chest.

  "Nie Kong, shut up! Here, there are no uncles or nephews, only enemies!"

  Nie Xiuzhu's face turned iron-green as he was struck in the sore spot, and he shouted loudly. The last time he lost in such a humiliating way, Nie Xiuzhu considered it the greatest shame of his life. Now that Nie Kong mentioned it again, his heart felt like a poisonous snake biting incessantly. His face twisted, and he yelled crazily: "Nie Kong, you took advantage of me enough last time, but this time, you absolutely won't have such good luck again! Let me enjoy...!"

  "Fireworks!"

  Before he could finish speaking, Nie Kong let out a loud roar and suddenly launched himself at Nie Xingyun, his left hand forming a claw shape as it shot towards the latter's throat.

  "Shameless!"

  Nie Xiuzhu suddenly disappeared from Nie Kong's front, and a furious and disdainful curse came from behind, "Really childish, thinking that relying on this little trick can succeed in a sneak attack, forgetting that I am the Wind Spirit... Ah yo......" A shrill cry of despair replaced the words behind, rushing out of his throat.

  At that moment, Nie Xiuzhu seemed to hear the sound of his own sternum cracking and collapsing, his body flying out of control, crashing into a tree behind him with a loud thud, and then sliding down the trunk to the ground, the clothes on his left chest suddenly stained red with fresh blood.

  Nie Kong had already turned around, smiling as he withdrew his right hand that was suspended in mid-air. He twirled his fingers and said sympathetically, "Xiu Zhu Er, I'm really sorry, the 'hua pao' your uncle shouted earlier was actually a trick to deceive you, the real 'hua pao' is here!"

  Like Nie Xiu, a young master who often sparred with others in the family but had never experienced real life-and-death battles. When encountering a sudden attack, most people would choose the most familiar way to dodge. Last time Nie Xiu attacked him for so long, Nie Kong had already grasped seven or eight tenths of his action trajectory, and now he tried it out, and it was indeed successful.

  "You, you..."

  Nie Xiuzhu struggled to get up from under the tree, with fresh blood gushing out of his left chest. His handsome face was distorted by anger and pain. He had never thought that when he would fight Nie Kong again, he would be so severely injured, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

  Nie Kong felt a little sympathy, but this sympathy quickly disappeared. In the Mortal Realm, it was either kill or be killed, and there was no room for sentiment. Moreover, death here wasn't true death, just helping him escape from this hunting game earlier. Besides, Nie Kong found Nie XiuZhu's gaze to be speechless - if he couldn't win due to his own lack of skill, then he should accept reality and strive to do better next time, instead of constantly being angry and resentful.

  "Good nephew, I'll see you off for a bit. If we hurry, you might still make it back home in time for lunch." As he spoke, Nie Kong took three steps forward and reached out with his right hand like a swift snake towards Nie Xiuzhu's chest, which was bleeding profusely. Before he could hit his target, Nie Kong narrowed his eyes, withdrew his arm, and rapidly retreated backwards at an even faster speed.

  Bang!

  A scorching breath burst forth from behind Nie Xiu, instantly submerging his body. The next moment, a deafening explosion shook the air as Nie Xiu's body below his neck was blown into countless fragments. His head flew out like a soccer ball, landing tens of meters away. His eyes were wide open in shock, and his pupils still retained an expression of utter disbelief, as if he couldn't believe he had died so miserably.

  A towering figure emerged from the explosion of Nie Xuzi's body, chuckling and saying: "Nie Kong, my younger brother, sorry about this, but I've taken a step ahead of you." The man had a dark complexion like charcoal, was tall and sturdy, with his sleeves rolled up and his collar open, revealing large patches of black body hair.

  His gaze swept quickly over Nie Xiu Zhu's head, then looked at the tall and sturdy youth, Nie Kong furrowed his brow and said: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be called Nie Feng Bo."

  Nie Kong had long expected that Nie Xuan's miserable cry would attract other people's attention, so he planned to solve it and leave quickly. Unexpectedly, he was still a step late. When he was still in the Hall of Life and Death, this person had been staring at him with a fierce gaze, obviously not having any good intentions.

  "That's right, I'm Nie Fengbo. My cultivation is only at the third rank of Tongling, which isn't high in this life-and-death fantasy realm, but it's more than enough to deal with you. It's your bad luck that you ran into me, so come quietly and let me knock you out, maybe you'll suffer a little less."

  Nie Fengbo opened his big mouth and smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth, set off by the bloodstains on his arm and cheek, making him look exceptionally ferocious.

  At this time, Nie Xiuzhu's body fragments had been gradually shrinking and finally completely disappeared into the air, leaving only the splattered blood to prove that he had existed.

  Nie Kong had already lost interest in this. His mind quickly turned, Nie Fengbo was a Tongling Sanpin, although not considered a top expert, but compared to himself, he was much stronger, if he couldn't handle it properly, the end of this fantasy journey would be secondary, and even his life might be lost.

  Suddenly, a hint of joy flashed in Nie Kong's eyes, and he sneered: "No wonder you're so sturdy, it turns out that on top of your head is a pig brain. You only know how to eat, but not think, do you ever think before speaking? Can you say such stupid words? Calling you a pig is an insult to pigs."

  Nie Fengbo's eyes widened in shock and anger, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "What? You're scolding me? How dare you scold me? You..."

  "Whoosh!"

  Nie Kong suddenly accelerated to the extreme, a white shadow flashed by, and he crossed several meters of space. His right hand was like thunder, blasting towards Nie Fengbo. Nie Fengbo didn't expect that Nie Kong, who had gathered nine pieces of Ling, would take the initiative to attack first. He was slightly stunned, but his face was filled with an evil smile. A huge fist, like a giant hammer, fiercely smashed towards Nie Kong's shoulder.

  It was the low-grade Fire Spirit Technique "Blazing Flame Heart Fist". When Nie Fengbo executed it, its power far surpassed that of Nie Xiagu's Gathering Spirit Seventh Grade. His fist was red like hot iron, as if a blazing flame was burning fiercely, and the scorching aura spread throughout the surrounding space for several meters.

  "Boom!"

  A loud and intense shockwave burst forth, Nie Fengbo grunted in his throat, his feet stumbled forward, and his right arm involuntarily swung to the side. The "Fierce Flame Heart Fist" had missed its mark. Behind him, however, another sturdy black-haired youth appeared, his eyes blazing with anger, his right fist still hadn't withdrawn from striking Nie Fengbo's back when his left fist, already charged with fiery spiritual energy, burst forth in a fierce and violent manner...

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