He took out the Air pill that he had bought a few days ago. The use of the Air pill was to refine one's Inner Strength, which helped Martial Artists a lot.
Zhao Feng immediately ate the pill and started to cultivate in the Air Crossing Breathing Technique. The Air Crossing Breathing Technique was so outstanding that Zhao Yufei's grandfather even took out the Metal Wall Technique to exchange for it. And with the mental energy he gained from his left eye, Zhao Feng could cultivate for twice as long as he could before, therefore allowing for his Inner Strength to increase at an immense speed.
Zhao Feng once again felt the heat come from his left eye, which allowed his absorption rate to increase.
One day and one night later-
Zhao Feng let out a breath as he raised his palm. A faint green glow spun slowly in circles, bringing a powerful pressure with it.
His Inner Strength had reached peak fourth rank unknowingly. Because the Metal Wall Technique and Air Crossing Breathing Technique both proceeded at the same time, Zhao Feng's foundation began to get even more stable.
He calculated that there were six to seven days left until the tournament.
"The Metal Wall Technique is at the peak of the second level, and my Inner Strength is comparable to the peak of the fourth rank. My cultivation is almost at the peak of the fourth rank as well," Zhao Feng evaluated.
With this strength, he had a 40-50% chance of reaching the top three. However, to win, Zhao Han only had a 30%, as well as a 70% chance of a draw by relying on the speed of Lightly Floating Ferry.
Not good enough! Zhao Feng shook his head; the chance to win was too low.
Whether it was to defeat Zhao Han or to reach the top three, he had to increase his strength. However, using normal ways to cultivate, his cultivation and Metal Wall Technique would be difficult to improve.
"It looks like I have to go to the Sky Cloud Forest again," Zhao Feng said after thinking deeply. He immediately retrieved a long rectangular box within the room.
A silver bow lay within the wooden box. This silver bow was the one Zhao Feng had bought at Sun Feather City. Only true Martial Artists could reliably utilize its strength.
With the bow in hand, Zhao Feng left the Zhao sect. He then bought some items in Sun Feather City before heading towards Sky Cloud Forest.
As soon as he left Sun Feather City, three shadows flashed by the city gates before also leaving. Two of these black-clothed people had black skin and looked similar.
"Big brother! That kid is probably going to Sky Cloud Forest," one of the black-clothed people said urgently.
"Very good. It is the perfect place for us to do our job. This plan ensures that this kid will die!" the big brother replied, full of killing intent.
Zhao Feng could train Lightly Floating Ferry whenever he liked when there was no one around.
He was as light as a feather floating on the wind, sometimes double jumping in midair.
Finally, today, Lightly Floating Ferry reached the low level.
Teng! Teng!...
In this open area, he felt free like a bird.
I am only at the fourth rank of the martial path and have such feeling. If I surpass the ninth rank, will I be able to fly? Zhao Feng thought excitedly.
Half an hour later, Zhao Feng finally reached Sky Cloud Forest.
The endless forest looked like the open mouth of a deadly beast. No one knew what lay in the deepest parts of Sky Cloud Forest. All Zhao Feng knew was that the further one went, the more likely one was to meet deadly beasts. Opportunities and danger intertwined with each other.
Zhao Feng cautiously scanned the area with his left eye for signs of unknown beasts. He occasionally saw a few strong, deadly beasts about forty km out.
Zhao Feng took out his silver bow and put his Inner Strength into it. The string started to tremble with power.
Sou----
One silver arrows shot through the forest and hit a two hundred kg wild pig, two-hundred meters away.
Tonk!
The arrow blasted through the pig's eye and head, spraying blood everywhere. It struggled for a while before falling. The two-hundred kg pig would be a tough fight if fought head-on by cultivators of the third rank.
Zhao Feng didn't pick up the pig's corpse. He was just practicing his skills with the bow. His real target was wild beasts. Only by killing wild beasts would he gain the silver he needed for cultivation resources.
"The power of this silver bow is not bad. Every arrow's strength is on par with the full strength hit of a fourth rank within three hundred steps. My arrows also have poison coated on them. If I hit a vital spot, it is the same damage as a fifth ranker." Zhao Feng was very pleased with himself. Being an archer, Zhao Feng's killing and survival ability were very high.
Clap, clap, clap… "Not bad, not bad. I never thought my target this time would be an archer." A clapping sound came from in front of him.
"Who!" Zhao Feng was shocked.
He saw that on a treetop, two hundred meters away, stood a slim-as-bones gray-clothed man. This person was like a ghost hanging on a tree. If one weren't careful enough, one would think he was a rag.
Through his left eye, Zhao Feng found that the person's aura was converged weirdly, making it turn to nothing.
Through his first inspection, the enemy had reached the fifth rank of the Martial Path and had also learned a skill similar to Hiding Air Technique, as well as a tracking skill.
"Who? Hehe…you're going to die soon, haven't you realized?" the gray-clothed man mocked. He did not seem to have any intentions of attacking in a short amount of time. However, his eyes had always been locked onto Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng's hand held three poison arrows as he faced off the assassin.
Why didn't he make a move? Zhao Feng felt weird. Soon he realized why.
"Hahaha…kid, come to your death!"
A few hundred meters behind him, two men, clothed in black, were coming. They had both reached the peak of the fourth rank.
Two-pronged attack!
Zhao Feng's expression changed. However, the man that gave him the most dangerous feeling was the one in front of him.
"It is time to end it now." A curved blade appeared in the gray-clothed man's hand.
What should I do? Zhao Feng thought urgently.
At this moment, from deep inside the left eye, came a familiar thumping sound. Under this danger, Zhao Feng fully pushed his left eye into top vision and reaction speed.
"Kill!"
The two men behind him were now one or two hundred meters away. Their every action slowed down in Zhao Feng's eyes.
However, the gray-clothed man in front stood still like wood, not moving at all. Zhao Feng's left eye was still locked onto this man as he was the most dangerous one of all.
One hundred meters!
The two black-clothed men were laughing hysterically. They seemed to be already picturing how Zhao Feng would be cut into pieces. However, Zhao Feng was still calm.
Suddenly, Zhao Feng's left eye felt the blood and Inner Strength stirring within the gray-clothed man's body…
At that moment, Zhao Feng's eyes flashed dangerously as he put the three poisonous arrows onto his bow.
Sou! Sou! Sou!-----
The three arrows were arranged in a strange pattern, like a triangle that shot towards the gray-clothed man.
Chapter 32 – Life or Death Pursuit
As Zhao Feng pulled his bow, the gray-clothed man's expression turned into one of mockery.
Sou! Sou! Sou! —–
However, when those three arrows came right at him, his expression suddenly changed. These three poison arrows had small gaps between them and were not going in straight lines. The way that they were arranged meant that he had no escape routes, he was completely locked on!
Pah!
The gray-clothed man swiped his hand, and a gust of wind snapped the first arrow, but the second arrow came right after.
If he wanted to dodge the second arrow and then attack Zhao Feng using the best route possible, he would have to face the third arrow.
The third arrow seemed to calculate how he would react.
How did he do this… The gray-clothed man's pupils shrank as his expression turned to shock. If this was all planned by Zhao Feng, then this would be extremely frightening. He was a youth not even fourteen years of age!
He did not know that Zhao Feng's left eye had already locked on him. Everything, including his heartbeat and breathing rate, was all under close watch.
Zhao Feng had shot his arrows according to the changes in the opponent's body. Everything was to plan. The three arrows stalled the gray-clothed man for a few breaths.
"There is no difference! You will still die today!" the gray-clothed man shouted coldly.
However, Zhao Feng's actions caused him to be stunned once again. Zhao Feng didn't run after he shot the three arrows. Instead, he turned around and attacked the other two men closing in on him.
Kill! The two black-clothed men also attacked Zhao Feng.
Since they were running towards each other in straight lines, the distance between them quickly narrowed.
"This kid has strong calculation abilities." The gray-clothed man felt a bit anxious. Zhao Feng's actions had been the perfect way to escape.
First, he didn't run straight away. His chances of escaping from the two groups flanking him wa s very low. At the very least, Zhao Feng had confirmed that the gray-clothed man's speed would not be slower than his own, or else he could not have appeared in front of him like a ghost.
Second, it was very hard for Zhao Feng to find a breakthrough point.
After comparing the three people, Zhao Feng thought that the two men clothed in black were weaker than him. If he could finish off these two quickly and then concentrate on the gray-clothed man, his chances of winning would be higher.
Just as Zhao Feng and the two men were getting closer...
"How will a trivial half-step Martial Artist fight against two fourth peak rankers?" The gray-clothed man didn't feel a sense of urgency. He didn't need the two men in black to kill Zhao Feng. All he needed was for them to stall Zhao Feng for a moment, and Zhao Feng would die.
Kill!
Angry Dragon Fists!
As Zhao Feng exchanged blows with the two black-clothed men, his body perfectly passed through the gap between their attacks.
Suddenly, his aura increased dramatically.
"What! This guy is a true Martial Artist!" The gray-clothed man's expression finally changed. Zhao Feng's aura had obviously shown that he had reached the fourth rank of the Martial Path.
Pah!
Zhao Feng's fist was like a roaring dragon that carried a faint green glow and smashed into the chest of one of the men clothed in black.
Crack! The bones inside his target were instantly shattered, and the assassin immediately died.
Zhao Feng's explosive Inner Strength had reached the peak of the fourth rank, and Angry Dragon Fists had also reached perfection.
With one fist he killed one of the men in black. This wasn't just because they looked down upon Zhao Feng, it was also because of Zhao Feng's strength and his left eye's calculations.
"Little brother!" the other man in black screamed angrily as his eyes turned red.
Angry Dragon Fists!
Zhao Feng immediately attacked the other man in black. To be merciful to the enemy meant being cruel to himself.
"I'll slice you ten thousand times for killing my little brother." The sword in the black-clothed Martial Artist's hand suddenly gave off extremely powerful chi as he furiously hacked towards Zhao Feng.
"Stall him!" the gray-clothed man shouted.
He only needed the person to stall Zhao Feng, not necessarily kill him. Unfortunately, the black-clothed killer had lost his mind and attacked crazily. Zhao Feng fully utilized his left eye to find flaws of the opponent. However, his time was limited as the gray-clothed man behind him was catching up.
Fight!
Zhao Feng couldn't care about anything else as his body swiftly floated within range of the black-clothed man's sword.
Crack!
Zhao Feng finally landed one punch on the opponent's left shoulder.
"Ah!" Although the man's arm had been broken, he kept on attacking towards Zhao Feng. Zhao Feng punched him once again and shattered his throat.
Plop! The man in black fell to the ground, dead.
Zhao Feng had also paid the price for it. He had suffered some internal damage due to the man landing his last punch on Zhao Feng's chest. After all, his Metal Wall Technique had not reached the third level yet, which meant that he could not take straight hits from cultivators of the same rank.
"Little kid…you've been hiding pretty deeply. Your true strength is close to the fifth rank of the Martial Path. However, you will still die today." The gray-clothed man had arrived.
There was a dead silence as the two faced one another.
"Who sent you here? Was it Zhao Tianjian?" Zhao Feng stared at the gray-clothed man. He was 80% certain that Zhao Tianjian was the mastermind.
He only had one mortal enemy within Sun Feather City, and that was Zhao Tianjian and his son.
"Hahaha…it doesn't matter who it was or wasn't since you're going to die either way." The gray-clothed man laughed cruelly and moved like a ghost. The curved blade in his hand sliced towards Zhao Feng.
Shua! Shua! Shua!
Zhao Feng felt that the enemy had a high tier footwork skill and super fast attack speed. Only with the help of his left eye was he able to dodge these attacks. If it were someone else that had reached the fourth or fifth rank of the Martial Path, they would probably have already been killed.
The thin curved blade in the gray-clothed man's hand was very sharp. Even Xin Tong's Bronze Skin wouldn't be able to block it.
If Zhao Feng was to take one hit, he would lose his life here. He was also trying to find flaws in the enemy. However, the gray-clothed man was very experienced and had been in many life-death situations, so he had few flaws.
High ranked sword skill, high ranked footwork skill, high-rank Inner Strength skill. All of them have reached the High level. His sword skill has almost reached the Peak level. While Zhao Feng was barely managing to dodge, he also estimated the opponent's strength.
The evaluation made his heart go cold.
The cultivation of the gray-clothed man had reached the peak of the fifth rank and was close to the sixth. With high tier martial arts, he was a peak fighter from the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
As the fight continued, Zhao Feng felt his internal injury worsening.
I will definitely die if we keep on fighting in close combat…why not…, Zhao Feng's eyes flashed as he thought of a plan.
Teng!
He suddenly exited the fight and pushed Lightly Floating Ferry and Air Crossing Breathing Technique to the limit. Instantly he dashed through the trees and headed into the deeper parts of the Sky Cloud Forest.
This time, since he had exposed his strength, his Lightly Floating Ferry was half again faster than before.
"Where are you running?" the gray-clothed man exclaimed as he immediately followed.
Zhao Feng started to calm down after running a few miles. His opponent, relying on his cultivation and high ranked, high-level footwork skill, had speed on par with himself.
As Zhao Feng ran he scouted a path for himself by using his left eye, and tried to find obstacles that could stall the enemy behind him. Since his left eye could see further and clearer than any normal vision, Zhao Feng was like a fish in the water that swam swiftly without stopping.
However, the gray-clothed man was distracted by those obstacles, such as leaves and branches.
"Hmph, although I cannot throw you off, I can still take you further down into the Sky Cloud Forest and make us perish together," Zhao Feng muttered forcefully.
He could feel that Lightly Floating Ferry was improving as he ran.
Zhao Feng's plan required there be a few deadly beasts about...
Roar~
The deadly beast's roar caused the gray-clothed man's heart to jump.
"This little bastard… Hateful!" The man in gray clenched his teeth. If the beasts were low tier, such as the fourth, fifth, or sixth rank of the Martial Path, the gray-clothed man would be able to protect himself.
However, if they were unlucky and met high tier deadly beasts, normal Martial Artists wouldn't even have the chance to run. That was because high tier deadly beasts had strengths comparable to Martial Masters, the same as the elders of the Zhao sect…
Zhao Feng's plan was very simple - to lead the gray-clothed man to places with more deadly beasts. Since his left eye had super-vision, Zhao Feng could easily see everything within a fifteen km radius. When the two of them reached a place where there were deadly beasts, Zhao Feng would instantly hide in the dead corner of the beasts awareness so that the beast would find the gray-clothed man first.
Roar! Roar!
Zhao Feng led the gray-clothed man towards two Silver Striped Blood Leopards with nasty faces. Their bodies were even bigger than the Green Headed Tiger King.
Zhao Feng estimated that the Silver Striped Blood Leopard's strength was around the fifth rank of the Martial Path.
As soon as they entered the Silver Striped Blood Leopards' territory and disturbed them, Zhao Feng immediately hid between the branches of a tree and quickly used Hiding Air Technique to erase his aura.
His Hiding Air Technique had reached the high level and could now fully erase his aura, including scent as well as dropping his body heat.
Zhao Feng dodged the two Silver Striped Blood Leopards' senses.The gray-clothed man pursuing behind, however, was not so lucky. He did not have Zhao Feng's eyesight which could see everything within fifteen km.
Roar, roar! Hu—-
The two Silver Striped Blood Leopards pounced towards the gray-clothed man.
"Shameless kid!" the gray-clothed man swore. He knew where Zhao Feng was, but the two Silver Striped Leopards had come for him instead!
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