67: Chapter 67 Smoke Bomb

Tang Long immediately leaped away from the two-headed monster, narrowly avoiding the lunge, and put distance between them as quickly as possible.

Yin Ying stared at him with his sharp, sinister emerald eyes. "You are Tang Long? Not bad speed."

"Did you kill Yellow Beard, Ming Jian, and Ming Meier?"

He glanced again at the poisonous blood flowing from the two-headed monster's wound. "A decent compound poison; it contains at least ten toxins I don't recognize. And that ice-like fire poison from before—that was also concocted by you, right?"

"Since I started my career, I have only ever poisoned others; no one has ever been able to poison me. But today, I was poisoned by you. This makes me very angry, and the consequences will be very serious."

"Therefore, you will die in great pain."

Tang Long ignored him, merely adjusting his breathing slightly while casting Detection on him.

[Yin Ying: Blasphemy Power. Eagle Transformation, Poisoned]

[Faction: Blasphemers Feng City Branch]

[Realm: Qi Manipulation Stage 8]

[Health: 6162 / 12226]

[Psionic Energy: 586 / 1155]

[Recovery: Health +90/min {Low-Grade Health Pill}, Psionic Energy +60/min {Low-Grade Spirit Preservation Pill}]

[Attributes: Strength 31, Agility 33, Spirit 29, Endurance 28, Spirituality 21]

[Cultivation Method: Universal Breathing Method LV9, Blade-Breaking Guidance Technique LV6, General Guidance Technique LV7]

[Skills: Spirit Astral LV2, Blade-Breaking LV6, Blasphemy Power, Eagle Eye {Transformation}, Eagle Strike {Transformation}]

As expected, Yin Ying kept talking nonsense after landing just to stall for time.

This guy's health and Psionic Energy were nearly half-depleted. He hadn't been this weak when the poison first took effect, so it seemed Lord Wei wasn't completely useless.

However, this guy was actually popping pills.

"Using this tactic when an Upper Realm expert is fighting someone from a lower realm? You have a bit of a lack of martial ethics."

Yin Ying was stunned, "What did you say?"

Tang Long chuckled, "I said: If I had a few sets of instant-recovery super potions in my bag, that would be fair."

Yin Ying understood even less, feeling that Tang Long was mentally unstable.

Tang Long was also a bit helpless. According to his usual style, he would not go head-to-head with such an opponent unless it was an absolute last resort.

However, with Bishop Lu watching from the sidelines, he had to put in some effort.

So, he waved his right hand, and three or four white pellets landed on the ground, then burst open with a bang, instantly releasing a large amount of smoke.

This was his makeshift secret weapon: smoke bombs.

Instant-recovery super potions were definitely a luxury right now, but he never fought unprepared, so he had previously asked Wei Baoquan for a batch of materials to create this trump card.

The smoke bombs had no direct lethality, and he couldn't mix poison into them, but they could obstruct vision, and he possessed a pair of Fire Eye that could see through them.

Therefore, this seemingly simple item had an entirely different significance in his hands.

As long as the opponent was willing to fight him in such an environment.

Yin Ying was not stupid; he could tell something was fishy.

But his first thought was simply that Tang Long wanted to run away.

After all, Linshan Market was currently crowded with hundreds of thousands of people. If Tang Long really escaped his sight and blended into the crowd, even with his Eagle Eye, it would be extremely difficult to find him again.

It was even possible he might lose him.

Being poisoned today was already shameful enough; he absolutely could not accept such an outcome.

Therefore, he immediately stuffed a strong anti-poison pill into his mouth, then spread his wings and flew rapidly toward Tang Long.

As his large wings flapped, the white mist rolled violently. But he immediately discovered that not only did the mist show no signs of being blown away, but it was actually expanding over a larger and larger area.

Because Tang Long was still continuously throwing smoke bombs in all directions. Precisely because of this, relying on the sound of the smoke bombs bursting, he could still roughly determine Tang Long's location.

But just at this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he hurriedly crossed his large black wings to shield himself.

Almost at the same time, a huge force collided with him. His crossed wings were actually pierced directly, and a sharp shadow grazed past his cheekbone.

Touching the blood from the wound on his face, he couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end.

Such strong arrow force, and there was virulent poison on the arrow!

It had only just hit him, and his face was already starting to go numb.

As a poison expert, being poisoned by someone twice in one day truly made him feel embarrassed, ashamed, and even more furious.

If the first time was a scheme, this time the other party had slapped his face with sheer strength.

In a fit of rage, Yin Ying directly raised his hand and thrust forward. A streak of black light, accompanied by a shrill sound, shot out along the direction the arrow had come from.

A muffled groan came from the thick fog. Yin Ying felt that it was the sound of a hit, but he dared not be sure, nor did he dare to approach rashly again.

After all, that arrow just now was truly terrifying. If the arrow's quality hadn't been so poor, and if he hadn't used his wings to slightly deflect its trajectory, his head would have been pierced through.

He had to be fully focused to guard against potential sneak arrows at any time.

However... after waiting for more than half a minute, the next arrow did not appear.

He felt that Tang Long might have... run away?

As soon as this thought appeared, he suddenly lowered his body. The second arrow arrived, embedding itself into his black wing. Blue fire hissed and ignited, burning him and causing him to let out a cry of pain.

He didn't even have time to brush off the arrow before a figure attacked from the thick fog.

Yin Ying was caught off guard and retreated repeatedly. But as he defended with all his might, he gradually discovered that although Tang Long's techniques were exceptionally exquisite, and his strength and speed were similar to his own, his actual attack power wasn't that strong—at least, there was a huge gap compared to what he had imagined.

This kid... doesn't know any Guidance Technique!

But how were the arrows he shot just now so heavy? Was it some kind of specially made powerful crossbow?

If that was the case, his choice to engage in melee combat was abandoning his strengths for his weaknesses; it was simply incredibly stupid.

Thinking of this, Yin Ying immediately launched a counterattack.

His Blade-Breaking Guidance Technique had been practiced to the sixth stage. Each stage could increase spirit power efficiency by more than ten percent, which meant nearly seventy percent. If he unleashed his ultimate skill, the power would double.

However, he had just used this ultimate skill to deal with Wei Baoquan, and the next use would require preparation time.

Even so, from the moment he began his counterattack, the situation immediately changed.

Tang Long could not withstand his offensive at all and immediately retreated rapidly. Yin Ying, pressing his advantage, chased with full speed and power, and seizing the right moment, a blade-like Spirit Blade shot out from his hand.

The Spirit Blade slashed a long trail of sparks from Tang Long's arm and then grazed his shoulder. Yin Ying saw that his shoulder was clearly stained red with blood.

But just as he closed in again, wanting to kill Tang Long in one go, Tang Long suddenly spun and delivered a side kick. Based on the previous strength, Yin Ying thought he could easily block it, but when his arm made contact with this kick, he suddenly felt an incredibly immense force.

This kick sent him flying to the side of the road, smashing through a courtyard wall.

Although he immediately flipped over and stood up, his left arm, which had been directly kicked, was in intense pain, and there was a stifling sensation in his chest and abdomen, with blood continuously spilling from his mouth and nose.

This kick was too bizarre; was it some kind of Guidance Technique?

Yin Ying frowned deeply.

He had been seriously injured since being poisoned earlier, and later fought a battle with Wei Baoquan. Although Wei Baoquan was relatively weak, because the Ning Brothers had asked for help, he had paid a certain price to win quickly.

After encountering Tang Long, he had been hit by arrows and poisoned repeatedly, so his current state was quite poor.

His eyesight was already very powerful, but in this smoky environment, he was still restrained and suffered repeated losses.

The opponent was even more bizarre, seemingly completely unaffected by the smoke.

"This kid's eyes are probably extraordinary; I cannot fight him in this environment."

Yin Ying considered for a moment, then directly spread his wings, soared into the air, and disappeared into the night sky.

Tang Long carried his bow and emerged from the smoke area, looked into the deep sky for a few seconds, then looked at the wound on his shoulder, and immediately ran toward the north at extreme speed, quickly blending into the crowd.