42: This sword, blue jade

The Black-Clothed Man leaped, as if scaling eaves and walls, soaring over the city wall more than ten meters high.

"Keep chasing!"

After the Black-Clothed Man was injured, the value next to him had changed from '22~28' to '22(21)~28(25)'.

Strike while the iron is hot, when else to chase but now!

Han Yi without hesitation, circulated his vital energy, activated 'Flying Swallow Kick—Swallow Flight', leaped high, crossed the city wall, and chased after the Black-Clothed Man.

Near the west side of An Yan City, on the mountainside, in the small forest.

Under the bright moonlight, the two were chasing one after another.

The person in front had a slender figure, narrow shoulders, but extremely long arms and legs. One hand hung naturally by his leg, while the other was covering the wound on his arm.

Chirping

Dozens of sleeping birds, under the shaking of the branches, suddenly flew away together, circling and flying in mid-air.

The two were like agile monkeys, using both hands and feet, moving and jumping between trees.

Drip, drip

Drops of blood were sprinkled in the forest.

Under the rapid circulation of vital energy by the Black-Clothed Man, the wound that was temporarily sealed with vital energy began to bleed again.

"Good chance!" Han Yi's eyes lit up.

This Black-Clothed Man seemed to have suddenly slowed down a bit because the wound was bleeding.

Swish!

Han Yi raised his hand, and a powerful, heavy hidden arrow, like a bullet leaving the muzzle, rapidly shot towards the Black-Clothed Man's back.

A sharp sound of breaking air rang out from behind the Black-Clothed Man. Without thinking, he leaned forward and lunged.

A tearing sound rang out.

The Black-Clothed Man dodged the hidden arrow, but in doing so, neglected something else. Carelessly, his foot failed to grip the treetop, his body fell from the tree, and the hood on his head was also torn open.

The Black-Clothed Man, while in the air, grabbed a branch with his right hand. Using the momentum, he rolled on the grass, stabilized his body, and stood up.

"Fortunately, I didn't chase the wrong person. It's really you, Wu Awei!"

Han Yi stepped and leaped down from the treetop. He had long memorized the portrait on the wanted poster, and comparing it now, he was even more overjoyed.

After all, if he chased the wrong person, there would be no reward silver!

"Brother, forgive others when you can. Let me go, and I'll give you all the silver on me, how about that?"

Wu Awei leaned against the big tree, panting heavily, his gaze fixed on Han Yi behind him, his expression extremely panicked.

"Your leg technique is really troublesome, you can still run so fast even when injured."

Although Han Yi's strength far exceeded Wu Awei's, he was not in a hurry to attack, but instead slowly paced around Wu Awei.

"Brother, we can talk things over. I know you're here for the Martial Alliance's bounty. How about this, I'll give you my Family's martial art 'As Shadow Legs'. This is a Profound Rank martial art, it's hard to buy even for a thousand gold!"

Wu Awei's body trembled slightly, large beads of sweat fell like rain. It seemed he couldn't bear the pain from the wound caused by the hidden arrow.

While speaking, Wu Awei's hand reached into his chest, seemingly fumbling for a Secret Manual, wanting to take out 'As Shadow Legs'.

"Oh?"

Han Yi was slightly moved. To be honest, who wouldn't be tempted by a Profound Rank martial art? The highest rank martial art he had was only the Low Grade Yellow Rank 'Flying Swallow Kick'.

But wouldn't killing him also get the Secret Manual?

Would a flower thief be so naive?

Poof!

Both of them simultaneously scattered a bag of lime powder.

"Ah!!"

"My eyes!"

Wu Awei's painful cries rang out from the lime dust.

Han Yi had long been prepared, and quickly retreated a few steps, dodging it.

After all, he had long given up hope on the character of the Martial Artists in this world.

Wu Awei grabbed several handfuls of lime powder from his chest again and scattered them wildly around.

For a moment, white smoke filled the air, and Wu Awei turned and ran.

"Don't run, stop!"

Han Yi shouted sternly.

Swish, swish

He threw out a few hidden weapons wanting to stop Wu Awei.

Clang!

The silver sword was unsheathed, and the sharp sword gleamed silver under the moonlight.

Just as Wu Awei seemed about to escape, he suddenly turned around. Like a flash of lightning too fast to cover the ears, all the power in his body was concentrated on the silver sword, leaving no room for maneuver, and it stabbed towards Han Yi's chest like a bolt of lightning!

"This sword is named Blue Jade!"

"Haha!"

"As expected, you're a rookie who just entered the Refining Bone Stage, you don't even know the phrase 'hiding strength'." Wu Awei's mouth curved up, revealing a mocking expression.

"But I have long reached the late Refining Bone!"

He also dodged Han Yi's lime, pretended his eyes were blinded, and lured Han Yi to chase.

Wu Awei had already begun to imagine the scene after the silver sword pierced through the heart. He felt this was the strongest sword strike since he learned to use a sword.

He was confident that no one could block this sword except his Master!

Puchi!

The silver sword seemed to have pierced something.

The moonlight was faint, and dust filled the air.

Wu Awei only vaguely saw what looked like blood splattering.

Clang!

In the bloody light, a pair of iron hands clamped onto the silver sword. No matter how hard Wu Awei tried, the silver sword couldn't advance an inch

"Too weak!"

"Mountain Crushing Fist—Earth Splitting!"

Poof!

Wu Awei was instantly sent flying backward. He didn't know how many ribs were broken, only seeing a collapsed indentation on his chest!

Bang!

Leaves rustled down, and Wu Awei left a human-shaped indentation on the big tree.

"Blood, blood red like a shirt, you... you are actually... Lianxue Stage......"

Wu Awei's eyes were wide open, staring intently at Han Yi. He didn't expect a quasi-Martial Master at the Lianxue Stage would take his bounty for a few dozen taels of silver.

His body twitched, and vitality rapidly drained from within him. He wanted to say something in the end, but the light in his eyes quickly dissipated, leaving only an expression of unwillingness.

"Didn't you also hide your strength...?"

"Clearly you were late Refining Bone, yet you pretended to be early Refining Bone. Clearly you were skilled in leg techniques, yet you used sword techniques as a cover."

During the chase just now, Han Yi discovered that Wu Awei's leg technique clearly exceeded the strength indicated by the '22~28' above his head.

The lower limit of the value, 22, could only represent Wu Awei's physical defense in the late Refining Bone Stage. 28 represented his maximum attack power in the late Refining Bone Stage.

It was possible for leg techniques to exceed the performance indicated by the value, but when Han Yi found that he could only barely catch up to Wu Awei even using his full Lianxue Stage strength, he felt things were not simple.

This was even with Wu Awei being injured, his speed was still this fast.

Thus, Han Yi played along, feigned weakness, and lured Wu Awei into attacking first, only then taking him down in one fell swoop.

It can be said that in this round of struggle, Wu Awei feigned blinded eyes and stood on the third layer, while Han Yi had already stood on the atmospheric layer!

However, this Wu Awei was also a strange person. A late Refining Bone Martial Artist is considered a backbone force in An Yan City. Wouldn't it be great to become a guest elder or join a Family?

Why bother being a miserable flower thief and carrying a notorious reputation?

One can only say, everyone has their own ambitions. Han Yi shook his head.

He stood not far away, and only after seeing the value above Wu Awei's head turn into '0~0' did he slowly walk over.

Han Yi bent down, preparing to perform the increasingly skilled body search!