Conquer the game world

Chapter 108 Extreme Counterattack
The middle-aged man mistakenly believed that Ye Feng was a core disciple of a major sect. Such a disciple must have extraordinary status and special means of self-preservation. Therefore, the middle-aged man dared not be careless. Although he wanted to kill Ye Feng, he did not want to cause more trouble. So he concealed the murderous intent in his eyes and prepared to catch Ye Feng off guard when he was not paying attention, so that he would not have time to use his means of self-preservation.

However, what the middle-aged man didn't know was that although the murderous intent in his eyes only flashed by, Ye Feng, with his powerful senses, still sensed the murderous intent emanating from the middle-aged man.

"This guy is probably trying to ambush me when I'm not paying attention. In that case, I might as well play along." Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't attack him, Ye Feng had a sudden thought and guessed the man's sinister intentions. So he simply decided to play along.

"You flatter me, senior. Your skills are truly impressive and have broadened my horizons." Calming himself down, Ye Feng made sure to appear humble.

"Not at all, I've only cultivated for a few decades longer than you. With your courage, I'm sure your future achievements will be no less than mine," the middle-aged man replied, feigning politeness.

"Young man, you have achieved so much at such a young age. Your master must be even more remarkable. May I ask who your master is?" the middle-aged man asked deliberately.

"Trying to find out my background, this guy is definitely up to no good," Ye Feng thought to himself.

"My master has been living in seclusion for many years and has long since stopped caring about worldly affairs," Ye Feng said, making up a story. He didn't know how to answer anyway, so since this guy thought he had a master out of thin air, he would just make up a mysterious master to scare him.

"I see. It seems your master must be a highly skilled senior." The middle-aged man's eyes flickered, still somewhat doubtful of Ye Feng's words.

"This guy doesn't seem to believe my lies too much. He's really cautious. It looks like he won't let me off easily today. In that case, I'll strike first." Ye Feng made up his mind.

"Senior? And who is this?" Ye Feng pointed to the corpse of the man who had just taken the stick. In fact, the corpse had already been disposed of, but Ye Feng knew that this matter could not be left unresolved, and he could not pretend that he had not seen it. Since that was the case, he would bring it up himself.

"You must have been living in seclusion with your master for many years. This man is a wicked villain who has committed all sorts of evil deeds. My capture of him today can be considered his karmic retribution." The middle-aged man replied calmly, while secretly observing Ye Feng's actions. If anything seemed amiss, he would subdue Ye Feng. As for whether to kill the man in front of him, the middle-aged man was still hesitant. His cautious nature made him try his best not to cause himself unnecessary trouble.

"Oh, I see. Then this is a great thing, senior, punishing evil and upholding justice." Ye Feng exclaimed, while pretending to be completely ignorant to lower the middle-aged man's guard.

"By the way, senior, you seem to have been injured during the fight. I have some healing pills here. After taking them, you should feel much better," Ye Feng said, making a gesture to take out the pills for the middle-aged man.

Ye Feng kept a close eye on the middle-aged man's actions. At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered, clearly showing that he was interested in the so-called pills Ye Feng had mentioned. In the middle-aged man's view, the pills that a spoiled young master with a flying artifact could produce were obviously not ordinary things.

Ye Feng noticed the middle-aged man's actions, casually took out a bottle from his bag, and tossed it to the man as if nothing had happened, his expression unchanged.

"Thank you very much, young brother." The middle-aged man reached out and took the bottle. When he opened the bottle, he was still on guard. He was confident that he could handle any problems that might arise. In his opinion, Ye Feng's attempt to deal with him was nothing more than putting some poison gas in the bottle.

The middle-aged man opened the bottle and looked closely; it was completely empty.

"This is bad." The middle-aged man was startled and immediately sensed something was wrong.

However, it was too late. The moment the middle-aged man's attention shifted to the bottle, Ye Feng unleashed his strongest killing move, "Thunderfire Kill."

An attack combining the power of fire and lightning arrived in front of the middle-aged man in an instant. This power was accompanied by a strong energy fluctuation. Even under normal circumstances, the middle-aged man would not dare to be careless in the face of this power, let alone now that he was injured.

However, the middle-aged man was careless at this moment. If he had more time to prepare, he was confident that he could withstand the attack even if he was injured. But now the attack was right in front of him, and the middle-aged man had no time to react. He could only raise the long knife in his hand to block in front of him.

The middle-aged man realized he had fallen into a trap. He had thought that Ye Feng was just using some tricks to deal with him, and that he didn't have to be afraid as long as he was careful. He never expected that he would underestimate Ye Feng himself.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on the middle-aged man. Ye Feng's powerful killing move was not something a Spirit Form martial artist should have. The middle-aged man had miscalculated this point.

"boom"

Ye Feng's "Thunderfire Kill" struck the middle-aged man's longsword heavily, producing a violent explosion. The force was no less than the blow from the man with the stick earlier. The boulder beneath the middle-aged man's feet shattered, sending rocks flying everywhere.

"what"

With a scream, the middle-aged man was sent flying backward. The powerful impact caused him to cough up a mouthful of blood in mid-air, leaving him unable to regain his balance. He crashed heavily to the ground.

The middle-aged man lying on the ground had countless wounds on his body, and the hand that was holding the long knife was charred black by the power of thunder and flames. Without some miraculous medicine, that hand would definitely be useless.

"He's still alive." Ye Feng thought to himself in surprise. Although the attack had seriously injured the middle-aged man, Ye Feng had originally intended to kill him with this move. He hadn't expected it to only seriously injure him.

"Damn it, brat, you're asking for death!" At this moment, the middle-aged man naturally knew that Ye Feng had seen through his killing intent, so he immediately stopped hiding it and stared at Ye Feng with a ferocious expression. However, Ye Feng did not intend to waste words with him. At this moment, Ye Feng took out the Crimson Fire Sword and poured half of his true essence into it. This was the limit of the true essence he could pour into the Crimson Fire Sword at once. After receiving this true essence, the Crimson Fire Sword shone brightly, and the Crimson Fire Sword, which was originally dark red, had now turned crimson red.

"A Strike of Divine Wrath"

Ye Feng unleashed his strongest sword strike, the violent sword energy whipping up a whirlwind of flames and stirring up a scorching current of air.

"drink"

The middle-aged man shouted and forcibly raised his soul power. After the long sword in his hand was infused with soul power, it turned from white to black and finally burst into black flames.

"puff"

The middle-aged man spat out another mouthful of blood. His physical condition was far from optimistic. He had already been seriously injured in the fight with the man with the stick, and then Ye Feng launched a sneak attack. At this moment, the middle-aged man was already severely injured, and it was extremely difficult for him to withstand this move.

"Damn it, I actually suffered such serious injuries from a Spirit Form Warrior. I must kill this guy!" The middle-aged man thought fiercely. He forcefully channeled a surge of soul power into his blade and swung it out. A vortex of black flames ignited beneath the blade, instantly turning the ground beneath his feet into a scorched black circle. The black flames reduced the surrounding vegetation to ashes.

The middle-aged man's desperate attack was far more powerful than Ye Feng's in terms of both momentum and strength.

Ye Feng was also very clear about this. His "Heavenly Wrath Strike" was okay against Spirit Form Warriors, but it was still a bit weak against Spirit God Warriors. He would definitely be no match for them in a head-on confrontation.

Therefore, while attacking, Ye Feng also moved instantly, taking the initiative to attack the middle-aged man.

At this moment, Ye Feng did not release any defensive shields. Instead, he poured all his power into the Crimson Fire Sword in his hand, intending to use all his true energy for this attack.

"Double Blazing Slashes"

Indeed, the middle-aged man's injured and immobile body gave Ye Feng another chance to use the fusion skill. Ye Feng knew that this opportunity was fleeting, and if he did not perfectly fuse the skills, he would definitely be the one to lose in the end.

At this moment, Ye Feng was highly focused. This was a life-or-death battle, not a battle in a scenario like the Illusion Killing Array where one could be resurrected. Ye Feng could feel the energy within his body pulsating with excitement.

Yes, excitement. Ye Feng actually felt excited in such a lopsided battle. At this moment, Ye Feng had entered a state of enjoying this life-or-death battle.

"drink"

As the sword and blade clashed, Ye Feng perfectly timed the fusion of the two skills.

The two weak energies on Ye Feng's side suddenly surged in power, and the terrifying energy exploded instantly, overwhelming the middle-aged man's black sword energy.

Ye Feng's fusion skill clashed head-on with the middle-aged man's black blade energy.

"boom"

Like a thunderclap, the rampant energy surged everywhere like the tides of the ocean.

Ye Feng was sent flying backward like a straw. Although the power of his fused skill was very strong, the middle-aged man's black blade energy was equally powerful. The shock of the explosion completely exceeded the range that a spirit-type martial artist could withstand. Ye Feng was shocked by this force, causing his internal organs to bleed and his whole body to become paralyzed.

However, the middle-aged man fared even worse; he was at the center of the explosion and took the full brunt of Ye Feng's attack.

The terrifying energy struck the middle-aged man heavily. He was already seriously injured, so how could he withstand this powerful blow?

The middle-aged man was thrown out like a dead dog, his chest blown apart, blood and bits of flesh splattered all over the ground.

The middle-aged man rolled several times on the ground before stopping. The long knife had long since left his hand and now fell right next to him.

(End of this chapter)