Free Web NovelChapter 558: Chapter 558: Successive Attacks
On the deserted long street, Zhang Yuan withdrew his palm.
From the ambush to the end of the battle, the entire process took less than ten breaths of time.
He disposed of five enemies effortlessly with just a few movements.
Or should I say assassins!
These assassins were no weaklings, skilled and powerful in every way.
Especially the first one, the white-haired old man selling candied hawthorns, whose disguise was flawless.
Zhang Yuan didn’t sense anything unusual at the beginning.
It was only when the opponent erupted with murderous intent that couldn’t be controlled that he grew wary.
But the biggest mistake made by these assassins was underestimating Zhang Yuan’s strength.
With Tier Six peak cultivation and the Grandmaster Realm’s Six Harmonies Qilin Body, let alone Tier Five enemies, even being besieged by five Tier Six attackers wouldn’t make much difference.
It was merely a matter of how long the battle would last.
Although all the assassins were killed by Zhang Yuan.
The impact of this sudden battle clearly wouldn’t vanish so quickly.
Within dozens of steps around Zhang Yuan, there wasn’t a single living person, and the once bustling street seemed to have just been looted, with scattered belongings and shoes everywhere.
Passersby all fled in panic, even causing a stampede.
But even those unfortunate enough to be knocked down struggled to get far away from the scene of the incident.
Shop assistants at the entrances on both sides quickly retreated inside, scrambling to close the doors.
The silhouettes at both ends of the long street swayed as yelling and cursing echoed from afar.
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At this moment, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded.
In the next moment, ghostly figures appeared on the buildings on both sides of the street.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Amidst the thrumming of bowstrings, crossbow arrows shot like lightning toward Zhang Yuan standing in the middle of the long street!
More trouble?
Zhang Yuan’s gaze instantly turned razor-sharp.
He lifted his right leg and stomped sharply downward; the moment his combat boots hit the ground, he leaped high into the sky, charging straight toward the incoming arrows.
These crossbow arrows were extremely powerful, with custom-made, blue-tinted, trihedral arrowheads all coated with poison.
But Zhang Yuan swung his right palm, seemingly tapping lightly.
The crossbow arrows flying toward him immediately reversed direction, crashing onto the floorboards nearby with a "crackling" sound.
And not just that, some even flew back to the rooftops.
Striking the assassins holding the heavy crossbows!
"Ah!"
Accompanied by chilling screams, several assassins plummeted down.
Everyone else was utterly shocked.
One masked assassin immediately commanded in a deep voice: "The target is tough, retreat!"
His voice had barely fallen when he suddenly sensed something amiss.
Looking up, he saw Zhang Yuan, who had been elsewhere, soaring above him!
How is this possible?
The assassin leader couldn’t believe his eyes and instinctively retreated.
But then an unparalleled surge of palm force descended from the sky, smashing heavily onto him.
Boom!
The assassin leader didn’t have time to dodge, feeling as though he’d been hit by a massive hammer; his bones shattered instantly, crashing through the roof tiles and falling down.
Zhang Yuan, like a night hawk on a hunt, tapped lightly on the eaves with the tip of his toe, borrowing strength to leap out again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One assassin after another was knocked down.
One battered or unconscious body after another was thrown onto the brightly lit street!
Some assassins had fled a hundred steps away, some leaped into dark alleys, others attempted to blend into the crowd...
But none could escape Zhang Yuan’s pursuit!
Grabbing an assassin barely clinging to life, Zhang Yuan returned to the original street.
He casually tossed the limp body in his hand, and his vision switched instantly to the Red-eyed Crow.
This Profound Spirit soared over West Plain City, its scarlet eyes coldly scanning the streets and alleys, sharply seeking any suspicious presence.
Moments later, Zhang Yuan retracted his gaze.
He hadn’t managed to capture all the assassins; a few had disappeared without a trace.
Most likely, they had hidden like rats in the sewers and trenches.
Zhang Yuan didn’t care much.
"My lord."
At that moment, a burly figure rushed over, stopping in front of Zhang Yuan.
It was none other than Vice General Mo Wei.
Seeing the corpses and injured around Zhang Yuan, Mo Wei’s eyes widened in surprise as he asked: "What happened here?"
"Nothing major."
Zhang Yuan replied casually: "Just some insignificant riffraff performing dirty assassination attempts."
Mo Wei erupted in anger: "Who’s so audacious?"
He raised his right palm and slapped it heavily against his chest, saying: "My lord, leave these scumbags who aren’t dead to me. I’ll ensure their damn ancestors confess everything!"
Zhang Yuan chuckled and said, "Alright."
In the next moment, he suddenly stepped forward and struck Mo Wei’s chest with his palm.
Great Stone-Throwing Hand!
Crack!
Mo Wei’s chest caved instantly, his ribs breaking simultaneously, sending him flying several steps away.
"Cough! Cough!"
Blood spewed continuously from his mouth, his eyes filled with shock and indignation, struggling as he asked: "My lord, what mistake did this humble subordinate make to deserve such punishment?"
Zhang Yuan leisurely walked a few steps toward the ground where Mo Wei lay and said calmly: "Your disguise technique is brilliant, appearance and voice mimicking Vice General Mo almost perfectly, but you can’t replicate Vice General Mo’s aura!"
Everyone’s aura is unique, especially for a Martial Artist, whose aura, nurtured and honed over the years, is as distinctive as a fingerprint.
Of course, distinguishing such subtle differences requires an especially keen perception.
The opponent, disguised nearly flawlessly as Mo Wei, couldn’t fool Zhang Yuan’s extraordinary perceptual ability. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Zhang Yuan admired the fact that this guy also had a Tier Five cultivation.
For someone else, they might have fallen for it nine times out of ten.
As soon as Zhang Yuan finished speaking, the expression of the "Mo Wei" on the ground changed once again.
Without any hesitation, he suddenly leaped up, attempting to flee into a nearby alley!
Whoosh!
A crossbow arrow shot through the air, piercing through the imposter’s left calf.
Nailing him forcefully to the ground.
"Ah!"
The fake Mo Wei let out a cry of agony.
Then another crossbow arrow, thrown by Zhang Yuan, pierced through his right leg!
Realizing he couldn’t possibly escape, a resolute look flashed in the fake Mo Wei’s eyes.
He was about to bite the poison sac hidden in his molar!
But before he could exert force, he was suddenly lifted up.
Then a slap landed heavily on his face.
Slap!
All his teeth were slapped out, including the molar with the venom!
The fake Mo Wei fell unconscious.
Ignoring the warning!
Zhang Yuan shook his head, tossing the guy back to the ground.
