GBP Chapter 235 Dragon Pond and Tiger Den
Chapter 235 Dragon Pond and Tiger Den
Chapter 235 Dragon's Den and Tiger's Lair
"What? You just killed a Grandmaster?" Upon hearing Long Wu's astonishing words, Helian Tieshu was shocked and his mouth gaped open, as if he could fit a fist in it. "Who killed him? How did they do it?"
"Of course he killed him!" Long Wu pointed at Xiao Chong and laughed smugly. "As for how he did it, it's very simple. He just shot him dead with an arrow!"
Helian Tieshu turned his head sharply to look at Xiao Chong, his face filled with disbelief.
He knew that Xiao Chong's martial arts cultivation was higher than his own. But how could Helian Tieshu not believe that the other party could easily kill a Grandmaster?
Xiao Chong was quite modest, saying lightly, "Brother Helian, don't listen to his nonsense. Killing a Grandmaster is not that simple. If that person hadn't been punched by Qing Meng first, it would be hard to say who would win."
"Perverts! They're all perverts!" Helian Tieshu looked at Xiao Chong, then at Qing Meng, and secretly gave them the label of perverts.
Situ Jiannan and his sister were also extremely surprised, but their martial arts cultivation was slightly lower, and they did not have a direct comparison between the Grandmaster and the Great Grandmaster. Therefore, although they were surprised, they did not show it as obviously as Helian Tieshu.
The remaining members of the Iron Tree Team, needless to say, all looked at Xiao Chong with eyes full of respect.
Just then, Xiao Chong said again, "Fortunately, we acted quickly and killed that Grandmaster before he broke through to Martial Saint. Otherwise, once that person's realm was truly stable, it would have been much more difficult to kill him."
"Is this what you call modesty?" Helian Tieshu blinked, speechless, and could only inwardly despise Xiao Chong.
But he knew very well in his heart that no matter how easily Xiao Chong spoke, the situation at that time must have been terrifying.
But none of that matters anymore. Since this group of freaks didn't even put a Grandmaster, who was only half a step into Martial Saint, in their eyes, a few Grandmasters would be a piece of cake. Perhaps when the Martial Elders' Association's pursuers arrive in White Sand City, these people won't even bother to make a move.
Having been relentlessly pursued for seven days and seven nights, Helian Tieshu remained on high alert. Now that he had relaxed, he felt utterly exhausted, and fatigue washed over him like a tidal wave.
"Is there anything to eat? After I finish eating, I need to go to sleep as soon as possible, or I'll break down."
At this point, Helian Tieshu was no longer worried about his own and his men's safety, and unceremoniously began to ask Xiao Chong for food and drink.
"Brother Helian, please eat and drink well. Leave everything here to me." After saying this, Xiao Chong turned to look at Qing Meng.
Qingmeng understood and immediately ran to the kitchen, soon bringing out a table full of steamed buns and eggs, all placed in iron basins. In the very center of the table was a large, fat pig's head.
"Eat quickly, or I'll send someone to buy more if it's not enough."
After arranging a delicious meal, Qingmeng generously greeted Helian Tieshu and his group.
Haven't had a proper meal in days? I feel like I've forgotten when was the last time I ate meat!
The members of the Iron Tree Team all had a green glint in their eyes. They exchanged glances and, seeing that everyone else was glancing at Pig Head out of the corner of their eyes, they shouted and pounced on Pig Head in unison.
At first, Helian Tieshu was mindful of his status as a leader and wanted to maintain the composure of a tribal leader, but when he saw how his team members were eating, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
"These bastards! Haven't any of them ever seen a pig's head before?"
Helian Tieshu cursed angrily, and seeing that no one paid attention to him, he shouted, "Leave me a bite!"
After saying that, he yelled and squeezed into the crowd.
It was a chaotic scene, but it looked very heartwarming at that moment!
Xiao Chong smiled and watched for a while, then turned his head towards Long Wu.
Long Wu naturally understood what his boss meant, and immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, you go and do your thing. With me here, this place is like a dragon's den or a tiger's lair. If those bastards from the Martial Arts Association dare to come, we'll wipe them out in one fell swoop!"
Xiao Chong nodded in satisfaction and turned to go inside.
There was no other way; there were simply too many people here. The remnants of Helian Tieshu's team, along with the martial artists in Baisha City who refused to submit to the Wu Lao Association, numbered in the hundreds.
Xiao Chong wanted to gather these martial artists to fight against the Martial Elders' Association, so he needed to quickly improve their martial arts cultivation. However, the vast majority of these people only had the cultivation level of Martial Master, or even lower, requiring a large number of pills to be distributed.
There are quite a few pills of all kinds in Xiao Chong's Purple Cloud Cauldron, but they are all high-grade ones!
Given the current martial artists' skill level, if they were to rashly consume high-grade pills, the only possible outcome would be that they would all be overwhelmed by the medicinal power and die, with absolutely no other result!
Therefore, what Xiao Chong needs to do most at this time is to refine a new batch of ordinary pills suitable for low-level martial artists in a short period of time.
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Lin Feng had not been in a good mood.
He was the leader of the Wu Lao Hui (Martial Elders Association) sent to hunt down the remnants of Helian Tieshu's forces.
Among the group of three hundred people led by him, there were four martial artists at the Grandmaster level. The other three were veterans who had been at the Grandmaster level for many years, while he himself was at the peak of the Grandmaster level, only one step away from the Great Grandmaster level.
Lin Feng has a special skill: he is very good at tracking. The reason why the Martial Elders Association entrusted him with the task of hunting down the Iron Tree Team is because they value this skill of his.
Since receiving the mission, he has led his team in a seven-day manhunt for Helian Tieshu. In those seven days, they have clashed with Tieshu's team more than ten times, both large and small.
Several times, they caught up with Helian Tieshu and surrounded him, but each time, just when they were about to succeed, Helian Tieshu threatened to self-destruct, thus thwarting their efforts.
This infuriated Lin Feng, but he was helpless. Although Helian Tieshu's cultivation was slightly inferior to his, he was still a Grandmaster.
Faced with the self-destruction of a martial artist whose cultivation level was close to his own, he had no confidence in escaping safely. Therefore, he could only lead his men to stay at a distance behind the opponent, secretly looking for an opportunity.
Now the opportunity has finally arrived. Helian Tieshu has actually led his men into Baisha City. It should be noted that most of the territory in Baisha City is controlled by the Wu Lao Hui. For the remaining thirty-odd men of Tieshu's team to escape from Baisha City is harder than climbing to heaven.
The enemy's remaining forces consisted of only one high-level martial artist, Helian Tieshu, who had to be constantly on guard against their pursuit. On the other hand, our side had four high-end combatants who could take turns resting, giving us a significant advantage in both physical strength and energy.
As long as I lead my men to surround the enemy in White Sand City, they will have no chance of escape. Over time, they will eventually become less vigilant, at which point I can wipe them out in one fell swoop.
After entering Baisha City, Lin Feng easily discovered the traces left by the remnants of Helian's forces. Following these clues, Lin Feng effortlessly led his men to a seemingly inconspicuous courtyard.
It was already dark, but Lin Feng, with his profound cultivation, could clearly see the wooden sign standing by the courtyard gate. The sign bore the four large, crooked characters "Nameless Dojo," and the traces of Helian Tieshu and the others disappeared in front of the courtyard gate.
"An unnamed dojo? The place is so simple, and the four characters are written so badly. The person who opened this dojo must not be a very powerful person!"
Upon seeing the writing on the wooden sign, Lin Feng felt a surge of disdain.
Since the other party dared to flee to this training ground without any scruples, then this training ground must be related to the power of the clan alliance. This time, not only were we able to capture Helian Tieshu in one fell swoop, but we were also able to take down a stronghold of the clan alliance in Baisha City, which can be considered as making some contributions.
This made Lin Feng even happier.
Lin Feng knew that the Martial Elders Association was going to open the largest dojo in White Sand City, eliminating all other dojos.
He had also heard of Xu Puti, the owner of the new dojo, who was at the peak of the Grandmaster realm.
However, even with the abilities of a Grandmaster, the fact that one fish escaped here suggests that Grandmaster Xu's competence is not very good. He may have a false reputation, or he may just be a martial artist who is physically strong but relatively simple-minded.
"If I can cleanly and efficiently destroy this stronghold of the clan alliance, will I be favored by the higher-ups and rise rapidly in rank?"
Lin Feng chuckled to himself with satisfaction and quietly ordered his three hundred men to spread out and surround the small dojo in front of him.
Then he called over one of the accompanying grandmasters, pointed to the courtyard gate and said, "Go in first and check out the situation inside. Remember to be careful and don't alert them. If they're not well-prepared, we'll catch them like turtles in a jar this time."
"Hmm." The grandmaster nodded in agreement and, under the cover of night, crept into the courtyard.
The two large gates of the courtyard were tightly closed; they looked newly built and very sturdy. Through the cracks in the gates, you could see a bolt thicker than an arm lying across the inside.
But this was clearly no challenge for a grandmaster martial artist. The grandmaster who had been called out tiptoed to the door, gently placed his hand on it, and with a soft release of his Yuan energy, the door bolt turned into a pile of dust, silently scattering to the ground.
The martial artist was very careful, pushing the door open just a crack no more than half a foot wide, and slipped inside like a nimble cat. Lin Feng and the other three grandmasters watched from afar, hoping that the other party would send out exciting news.
The grandmaster martial artist had already quietly entered the courtyard. He deliberately concealed his weakness and made no sound.
The courtyard was pitch black, with only a few rooms a little further away lit by dim lights that flickered on and off, from which came bursts of thunderous snoring.
"They're all sleeping like logs, not even one of them is on guard. Do they really think they're safe once they're back in their own territory?"
The grandmaster martial artist was secretly delighted, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. He planned to venture into the lion's den alone, hoping to claim the greatest credit.
Just as the grandmaster martial artist was secretly pleased with himself, he felt a chill in his back, and the smile that had just appeared on his face suddenly froze.
"I was careless! I didn't expect there to be an ambush behind the door! But isn't that kind of trick only used by low-life thieves?"
The grandmaster martial artist looked down at the spear tip protruding from his chest, his face filled with disbelief.
He wanted to shout, to warn his companions, and to let them hear his cries for help and rush in to rescue him.
"One breath, no, half a breath! Just half a breath and my comrades can rush in! Just half a breath and I can be saved! This shot may cause serious injury, but it won't kill me!"
After quickly assessing the situation, the master martial artist opened his mouth wide, mustered all his breath, and prepared to call out, while simultaneously lunging forward, trying to break free from the gun.
But just as the words were about to escape his throat, the gun tip suddenly trembled in his chest and then pulled back!
With this tremor, the grandmaster martial artist suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his internal organs were being shattered. All the vitality in his body was sucked away by this spear, and the breath in his throat was also released.
The grandmaster martial artist fell backward, and just as he was about to fall, the spearhead gently lifted him from behind, silently and slowly placing him on the ground.
He breathed his last and died without being able to utter a single cry.