24: Kill with one strike!
"Captain, there's someone ahead!"
About five to six hundred meters from Wang Dali, on a small hill.
The red-haired woman, looking at Wang Dali's figure through her sniper scope, turned and said with a solemn expression to the middle-aged man in black combat fatigues behind her.
The middle-aged man heard her and put his eye to the sniper scope.
Under the magnification of the high-power scope, the badge on Wang Dali's chest, representing his status as a Martial Artist, was clearly visible.
The middle-aged man's expression was somewhat unpleasant, his brows tightly furrowed:
"It's a First Level Peak Martial Artist. By the looks of it, he definitely has ill intentions, maybe he's here to rob us!"
"Damn it, this guy looks like a veteran. This place is just outside the City Defense Army's patrol range, and it's also the only way back to the city! No one will find out if he kills someone!"
"Then what do we do, Captain?"
The red-clothed woman's face was also very grim as she asked.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment, rubbed his temples, and let out a helpless word:
"Wait!"
"There aren't many First Level Peak Martial Artists in Xu Jiang City. We're definitely not his opponent, so we can only wait for him to retreat on his own."
"I just hope no unlucky person passes by here."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he saw the red-haired woman stop talking, looking speechless.
The middle-aged man looked at her in confusion and asked,
"What's wrong?"
The red-haired woman pointed to the scope and spread her hands helplessly:
"Captain, the unlucky person you mentioned has already appeared..."
"And it's the young man we just saw..."
...
At dusk, at the end of the winding path.
A tall figure with a long blade on his back appeared there.
The young man's eyes were like stars, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes. His slender body, illuminated by the setting sun, cast a long shadow.
It was Li Ziyu, who was hurrying back from the Wilderness Area.
In the end, he did not choose to drag the fierce beast's corpse back himself, planning to go back and find Tang Xuan to have him contact someone to retrieve it.
"Eh, why is this person sitting on the car? And blocking the road?"
Li Ziyu looked at Wang Dali sitting on the off-road vehicle, his brows unconsciously furrowing.
However, where others sat was their freedom, and Li Ziyu did not meddle.
He moved to the side, preparing to bypass him.
But just as he took a step, he saw Wang Dali, who was sitting on the roof of the off-road vehicle, suddenly open his closed eyes. His gaze, burning intently, fixed on him, and he slowly spoke:
"Li Ziyu, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
As he spoke, Wang Dali picked up the Executioner Blade in front of him and pointed its tip at Li Ziyu.
"Hand over the secret on your body, and I'll spare your life!"
"Don't think that just because your Vitality and Blood test is 5.99, you can foolishly resist!"
"I am a First Level Peak Martial Artist, with a Vitality and Blood value of 11 and a combat power of 1300. Killing you is like killing a chicken!"
As if to prove his strength, Wang Dali pointed to the First Level Peak Martial Artist badge on his chest, then stomped his foot.
A loud bang.
The wreckage of the off-road vehicle he was standing on, as if subjected to immense pressure, let out groaning sounds of protest, twisting and deforming.
"See? This is the power of a First Level Peak Martial Artist!"
Wang Dali's expression was ruthless, his face threatening as he pointed the blade tip at Li Ziyu, constantly approaching him.
Li Ziyu watched Wang Dali getting closer and closer, his face expressionless.
When Wang Dali walked to within ten meters of him, he suddenly spoke faintly:
"I saw it, it's really weak..."
"Hmph! Good that you saw it, just obediently... What?!"
Wang Dali's mouth had already curled up, his face full of smugness.
But upon hearing Li Ziyu's words, he seemed to think he had misheard, and his expression froze:
"What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
"I said..."
Li Ziyu's face was expressionless, his lowered right hand reached behind him, gripping the hilt of his blade.
Then he suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly as he looked at Wang Dali, and then abruptly drew his blade!
"I said a First Level Peak Martial Artist is really weak!!!"
"Swift Wind Slash!"
Clang!
Li Ziyu's arms suddenly exerted force.
High-level Savage Bull Body Forging Technique!
Intermediate Knife Skill!
Intermediate Body Movement Technique!
Battle Skill Swift Wind Slash!
Li Ziyu's entire body's Vitality and Blood surged like a torrent, thundering and rumbling, all of his Vitality and Blood power gathering in his arms.
This was his first time going all out!
Under the enhancement of the high-level Body Forging Technique, his Vitality and Blood power had condensed to a terrifying degree!
Normally, he could shatter rocks with a single punch, and he could instantly kill an Arm Blade Tiger, whose defense was comparable to steel, with a single slash.
Not to mention he was using a blade now, and it was a slash unleashed under the enhancement of Intermediate Knife Skill + Intermediate Body Movement Technique + High-level Savage Bull Body Forging Technique!
Li Ziyu himself didn't know what level of power his slash had reached.
Whoosh!
As the blade light, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, slashed towards Wang Dali, Wang Dali's face was filled with horror, and all the hairs on his body suddenly stood on end!
Li Ziyu's slash actually gave him a feeling of being unavoidable!
Wang Dali quickly raised his blade, preparing to block.
But before he could even raise his blade, he felt a chill on his neck.
Then, he saw a pair of feet wearing boots, and above the shoes, a headless corpse spouting blood.
"This... why does this look so much like my shoes?"
"Why can I see my own shoes from this angle?"
This was Wang Dali's last thought before his vision went black.
Wang Dali.
Deceased!
"What a pauper! And he's a First Level Peak Martial Artist."
Damn!
Li Ziyu searched Wang Dali's body for a while.
Aside from a weapon made of First Level asma alloy, his wallet only contained a few hundred-yuan bills; other than that, it was completely empty.
He didn't know how Wang Dali managed to get by; a First Level Peak Martial Artist being so poor.
Li Ziyu raised his foot, preparing to kick Wang Dali's corpse hard.
But just as he raised his foot, he stopped himself.
"Hmm!? What's going on? I'm not usually this irritable!"
"Whipping a corpse after death????"
"I've gained at least hundreds of thousands, I should be happy, and this is my first time killing someone, why do I feel nothing????"
"Instead, I have a feeling of wanting more!!?"
Li Ziyu was stunned, his face filled with surprise and uncertainty.
He felt that something was not right.
Li Ziyu was about to turn around when he suddenly looked up in one direction and coldly shouted:
"Who! Come out!"