25: Warrior's heart

Han Yi and Pan Sheng helped Wang Meng up.

"How are Wang Meng's injuries?" Han Yi asked Pan Sheng.

"I already gave him a 'Small Yellow Pill' just now, but..." A trace of pain flashed across Pan Sheng's face, "Wang Meng's arm is likely crippled..."

Han Yi was silent. The world of a Martial Artist was this cruel; a slight mistake could lead to eternal damnation.

"And Song Qing, that coward, ran away," Pan Sheng said, his legs trembling slightly, a look of hesitation appearing on his face as he stammered, "Captain, what should we do?"

Tie Lu had crippled Wang Meng in one encounter, completely crushing Pan Sheng's spirit. He had originally planned to team up with the Lianxue Stage Song Qing to deal with the stronger Iron Kill, but Song Qing had run away by himself...

What should they do!

Run?

However, during an escort mission, deserting in the face of the enemy was the most taboo thing.

Furthermore, as a mere guard team Disciple, running back would temporarily save his life, but he wasn't Song Qing. He had no background or connections in the Crimson Flame Sect. The crime of losing the 'fire crystal stone' combined with desertion would be enough to kill him several times over!

But if Han Yi ran away and didn't return to the camp, without a travel pass and the Sect's permission, he probably couldn't even enter slightly larger villages or towns nearby, let alone An Yan County. He might even be wanted by the Crimson Flame Sect, who would send experts to capture him. He could use clever tactics against Tie Lu, but if it were a Lianxue Stage or even a Tongmai Stage Martial Master, although he had the System, the System couldn't help him deal with Martial Artists. How should he deal with that?

And most importantly, Li Feng trusted Han Yi, sending Han Yi and the two others to seek help, while he was desperately holding on against Iron Kill. How could he run away in such a situation? He couldn't run away!

Han Yi didn't consider himself a Saint, but repaying kindness with kindness and grievance with grievance was his life motto. Normally, Captain Li Feng took good care of him. Even without other constraints, he truly couldn't accept deserting in the face of the enemy.

Having made up his mind, Han Yi's thoughts settled down, no longer swaying like a sail in a storm. He felt his state of mind become clear and his body comfortable, as if washed clean of impurities. He felt several degrees lighter, as if a great stone had been lifted.

"When you should lay low, be low-key, but when you should step up, you must stand firm. Perhaps, this is my true inner thought!"

A clear state of mind, free from inner demons, is the heart of a Martial Artist, allowing for courageous progress!

"What should we do? I have a way!" A slight light flickered in Han Yi's eyes.

"What are you still resisting for?"

"Li Feng, just die obediently!" Iron Kill's face was hideous, and he cackled strangely, "Still waiting for your teammates? They ran away long ago!"

Clang!

With another clash, Li Feng's defense was particularly taxing on his vital energy, but he still didn't respond.

His vital energy was almost depleted, and he could barely hold his weapon, but the expression on his face remained calm.

But Li Feng's slightly trembling hands and twitching muscles at his temples revealed the turbulent waves in his heart!

Bang!

A loud crash came.

Tie Lu's mixed iron hammer was thrown by Han Yi next to Iron Kill.

"Third Brother's weapon?" Iron Kill's face instantly became incredibly ugly.

The man is with the knife; if Tie Lu's weapon was taken, he was likely in grave danger!

"Tie Lu has been executed," Han Yi shouted loudly, "Iron Kill, surrender!"

Iron Kill looked at Han Yi, who still had a few bloodstains on him and some dust on his head. A look of suspicion appeared on his face, "Kid, you alone could kill Third Brother?"

Han Yi smiled slightly, not responding, putting on a profound and mysterious air.

"Han Yi, where's the backup?" Li Feng walked over, his expression serious, and asked in a low voice.

Han Yi waved his hand, not speaking, and subtly pointed behind him, looking mysterious.

At this moment in the camp, the flames gradually extinguished, and thick dark clouds blocked the dim moonlight, making the night behind Han Yi even deeper.

In the darkness, branches and leaves swayed, casting indistinct shadows, as if there was an ambush.

Whoosh

A feathered arrow, like a deflated balloon, arced crookedly through the air.

Iron Kill casually swatted it away with his hand, and the arrow fell at his feet.

"Is this your little trick?" Iron Kill's face showed a hint of mockery, and he said disdainfully.

But Han Yi's expression became increasingly calm. His composed demeanor made Iron Kill even more hesitant to act rashly.

Subsequently, seven or eight more feathered arrows shot towards Iron Kill in a twisted manner.

Clang, clang, clang

Iron Kill glanced at the arrows, which were weak and powerless, looking like spent forces. He didn't even bother to deal with them. The arrows hit his armor, leaving only a few white marks before falling to the ground.

After waiting for a long time, Han Yi still stood in the darkness, looking profound and mysterious.

"Hmph, boring little tricks."

Iron Kill grew impatient and said ferociously.

Neigh, neigh, neigh

Iron Kill shook the reins, and squeezed the horse's belly hard with his legs. With a neigh, a loud sound of hooves suddenly rang out.

Li Feng's eyes were serious. 'Blood Clothes Like Robes', a faint bloody light enveloped him and Han Yi. Although he didn't know why Song Qing hadn't come, he still had to fight!

'Soul Severing Blade Technique!'

This strike brought up gusts of wind, as if tearing the air apart.

The 'Black Wind Horse' carried Iron Kill, preparing to cleave the two people in front of him. Iron Kill firmly believed that no one except Big Brother could block this move.

Thump, thump, thump

The horse's hooves landed, like wind and arrows.

Rumble

Barbarian Bull Trample, unstoppable!

Before Iron Kill could charge in front of Han Yi and Li Feng.

Behind Han Yi, a small beast tide composed of dozens of 'Qingyan Cattles' surged like a flood. This beast tide was unstoppable, seemingly wanting to crush everything in its path.

But strangely, this beast tide ignored Han Yi and Li Feng, who were off to the side, and targeted the 'Black Wind Horse' and Iron Kill on its back!

"What is going on?" Li Feng's pupils suddenly widened slightly, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Look at the white marks on the 'Black Wind Horse' and Iron Kill..." Han Yi's lips curled into a smile, and he explained proudly.

Although Pan Sheng's arrows just now had no killing power, they had sprinkled 'Wood Fragrance Powder' on Iron Kill and the 'Black Wind Horse'.

'Wood Fragrance Powder' is a type of animal-attracting drug with a special herbal scent, considered one of the standard items for guard team Disciples.

Usually, when guard team Disciples went out on missions to clear out demon beasts, they would set traps and use 'Wood Fragrance Powder' to attract the demon beasts into the traps.

'Wood Fragrance Powder' can effectively gather demon beasts, but it can only attract those that feed on vegetation. So sometimes, guard team Disciples would also deliberately use 'Wood Fragrance Powder' to gather wild beasts to hunt, which counted as extra income.

Although these 'Qingyan Cattles' had long been domesticated, they were still a type of demon beast and had the Bloodline of barbarian bulls within them.

A full day of transportation tasks had already exhausted the 'Qingyan Cattles'. When they needed to eat during their evening rest, they were disturbed by the Black Wind Stronghold bandits' fire!

After the flames extinguished, the tired and thirsty 'Qingyan Cattles' smelled the scent on Iron Kill and the 'Black Wind Horse'. Their bull eyes immediately turned blood red, like mad bulls!

In an instant, Iron Kill was trampled by the beast tide!