370: Small fish

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~

Shen Bei maintained a high-speed run at the front.

His current running speed was naturally less than one percent of his Peak state.

It was just the running speed of an ordinary human.

Not only was Shen Bei like this, but the Stranger chasing him from behind were even more so.

Within the North Mansion, everyone's strength was suppressed to their most primitive state.

But Shen Bei's advantage emerged.

As a Martial Artist who grew up in modern times, even before becoming a Martial Artist, the country had already conducted targeted, scientific physical training for students.

This was far beyond what these Stranger, whose scientific technology was still in ancient times, could compare to.

In terms of physical strength, he surpassed the Stranger by a notch.

Now, the Stranger's only advantage was their numbers.

Shen Bei effortlessly slipped into the vast labyrinth of the North Mansion and disappeared.

But Shen Bei wasn't just blindly running; he was making planned detours.

At this moment.

Maru Go, Gu Jiu, and the others watched Shen Bei's disappearing figure, their foreheads veined with anger, their teeth grinding.

“This guy can run too much!”

“Only cowards run away!”

“How are we going to find him now? The North Mansion is simply too big.”

“No more talking, split up and chase!”

...

These Stranger were truly united in their hatred.

A human actually broke into the North Mansion, how could this be tolerated?

It was like a thief entering their home; an uncle might tolerate it, but a sister-in-law couldn't.

He must be hunted down!

Chopped into minced meat!

Maru Go and Gu Jiu watched as the Stranger scattered, searching through the various passages of the North Mansion.

Gu Jiu asked in confusion, “How did this guy get in?”

Maru Go licked his somewhat dry lips, his eyes flashing with a cruel glint: “That is indeed a question, and the answer to the question is simply to catch him and then slowly torture him.”

Gu Jiu frowned slightly in thought, analyzing in a serious tone: “The North Mansion suppresses strength, leaving both sides with only brute force. Be careful, this human has some skill.”

“When you have doubts, you’ve already lost in Aura.” Maru Go chuckled strangely: “The stronger the intent to kill, the more satisfying the chop!”

After speaking, Maru Go chose a passage and ran into it. Gu Jiu, seeing this, could only follow closely.

...

Shen Bei didn't know how big a detour he had made.

By his calculations, Shen Bei felt he should have appeared behind the Stranger.

Before him was a complex and chaotic network of passages.

Most passages led to various rooms within the North Mansion.

There were almost no dead ends.

As long as one pushed open a door, they would see one or two more doors connecting within the room.

Without a good memory, one could easily get lost in it.

Now Shen Bei's speed had slowed down.

He fumbled along the wall, slowly walking forward, and at the end of the passage was a stone door.

Here, there was no longer the light of the ever-burning lamps, and the surroundings were pitch black, where one couldn't see their own hand.

Shen Bei pushed the stone door with his hand.

An incongruous scraping sound echoed in the darkness.

The moment the stone door opened, a dark figure suddenly lunged from beyond it.

Shen Bei reacted extremely quickly; his body retreated slightly, and the person lurking behind the stone door had already pressed in.

An unarmed Stranger!

This Stranger, upon appearing, didn't waste any words.

A set of fist techniques was immediately launched.

This was without True Qi and unable to display Martial Skill, otherwise, it would surely have been an earth-shattering fist technique.

Even without the blessing of Origin Qi, the turbulence of this Stranger's fist wind filled the entire space for a moment, and the ever-burning lamps on the walls flickered erratically, as if on the verge of extinguishing.

After a brief and hurried exchange, Shen Bei turned his fingers into palms and clashed with him several times with Bang bang bang sounds. The two fought evenly for a moment, separating and crossing paths several times.

Shen Bei drew his machete with a whoosh.

Damn it.

I'm not playing with you anymore, I'm using my tools now!

Chop!

The long blade swung, sending gusts of cold wind.

For Shen Bei, who possessed a weapon, an inch longer meant an inch stronger.

Under the blade's edge, he fiercely suppressed the Stranger, who was in a sorry state.

In the corridor, the man's figure quickly retreated, hugging the wall. Shen Bei pursued relentlessly.

In this situation, he would never let the tiger return to the mountain; for his own safety, he might have to kill every person he encountered.

Throughout the chase and escape, they exchanged several more Moves.

It had to be said, this Stranger was quite strong.

But he wasn't as fast as Shen Bei's pursuit.

A faint light appeared not far away.

The dark corridor had passed, and the light of the ever-burning lamps shone again. The Stranger's somewhat fearful silhouette gradually emerged from the darkness.

He could see that Shen Bei, wielding a machete, had an even more ferocious Aura.

This wasn't right; Stranger should naturally be a ruder and more savage race than humans.

Why... why was the human in front of him even more like an Stranger than an Stranger!

Shen Bei charged forward, colliding with the Stranger's figure. In a flash of lightning, the Stranger's fists, feet, arms, and elbows struck Shen Bei dozens of times.

Meanwhile, Shen Bei's machete was like a hot knife through butter, without any particular style, pure street fighting, just a competition of who was more brutal.

It was literally blade after blade drawing blood, with minced flesh flying everywhere.

Large patches of blood stained the floor.

After several more collisions and exchanges, the Stranger, due to excessive blood loss, gradually weakened, retreating repeatedly, intending to escape.

But how could Shen Bei give him a chance to escape? This was a matter of life and death, not a joke.

Was it something that could end just by screaming in pain?

Shen Bei suddenly grabbed the man's shoulder. The opponent was slightly shorter than him, so restraining him wasn't too difficult.

Shen Bei pushed the figure forward, the opponent's injuries clearly having worsened considerably. Although he struggled, he couldn't break free from Shen Bei's control.

With a bang.

The man was pushed against the wall, grunting in pain.

The stag-head bronze lamp on the stone wall cast down light.

Shen Bei pressed him against the wall and, without even looking, directly chopped off his head with a single strike.

“Little trash.”

Shen Bei snorted and continued forward.

Continuing to make detours.

After a moment.

Shen Bei heard faint rummaging sounds behind a wall, as if someone was pushing open room doors one by one, making a clanging noise.

Shen Bei curled his lips. To still dare to make noise at a time like this, wasn't that seeking death?

He climbed onto the wall and peered over the other side.

Indeed, an Stranger was carelessly making noise, searching.

Perhaps this Stranger simply didn't take Shen Bei seriously, which was why he was so reckless.

Shen Bei didn't hesitate; he crawled along the wall for a distance, arriving above a moon gate.

After confirming that the Stranger's path would coincide with the moon gate below him, he lay in ambush.

Soon.

After the Stranger finished searching, he headed straight for the moon gate.

Shen Bei seized the opportunity, leaping down from above the moon gate with his blade raised, with extreme precision.

A gust of wind descended from above. The Stranger seemed to sense something amiss and reacted, his figure flashing as he punched upwards.

Shen Bei thought the opponent was a big idiot, daring to punch at a blade.

But unexpectedly, the opponent's fingers sliced across, creating a shower of sparks in the air—the sound of metal colliding.

“Brass knuckles...”

Shen Bei was slightly taken aback, not expecting the opponent to be carrying such a small item.

After failing to land a hit.

Shen Bei gripped his blade, shaking off a clear silhouette.

There was nothing more to say, kill!

Clang!

Shen Bei's blade struck the Stranger's chest plate.

Then, he gently twisted his wrist and pulled horizontally, tearing the chest plate open by brute force.

Another long blade followed, diagonally inserting itself through the crack. Shen Bei pushed hard, and the body slammed against the wall with a booming sound.

The Stranger's eyes were bloodshot; he didn't know why Shen Bei suddenly had an extra blade in his hand...

As the man's body hit the wall and was sliding down, Shen Bei, with his blade, pressed closer again, and with one strike, he slashed at the opponent's neck. The Stranger swung his fist to meet it.

With a resounding crash.

Amidst the shifting of the two blades, ignoring the fist, one blade plunged directly into his neck, severing his windpipe.

The man was not yet dead; he painfully tried to scream.

But Shen Bei clamped his neck, preventing him from making any sound, twisted hard, and threw him to the ground.

“More trash, so many!”

Shen Bei was a little annoyed.