hsntnovel Chapter 8 Fierce Battle
Chapter 8 Fierce Battle
Li Ai gasped for breath, her arms trembling slightly involuntarily, her vital energy completely reduced to zero during the martial arts burst a moment ago.
The confrontation, though seemingly fierce and protracted, actually lasted less than a minute. When she broke through the low building and escaped, the remaining pursuers were still chiseling holes in the wall on the other side of the building and had not yet closed in.
"The Lin family's lackeys... since they've come to my doorstep, I'll never let them get away!"
The crimson eyes fell on the man's corpse, revealing a deep resistance and struggle—this was a human being, not a vile beast.
"Li Hui, help me plunder..."
The girl's voice trembled uncontrollably, and deep within her tone was a ruthless determination to force herself to go against her own nature.
Li Hui remained silent, saying nothing more. Li Ai slowly closed her eyes, emptied her mind, and allowed him to temporarily control her body.
A strange spell silently bloomed at his fingertips, and crimson lightning, as if alive, leaped and spurred out, instantly entangling the corpse of the Fierce Tiger Hall warrior.
Unlike the tearing pain and instinctive rejection experienced when facing the filthy beast, the blood plasma once again enveloped Li Ai, and the process of integration was incredibly smooth and swift.
Although it hurts, it's mostly the pain from the body's rapid tempering rather than the energy itself.
His injuries healed rapidly, his muscles felt hot as if the cells inside were constantly breaking down and reorganizing; his bones made a series of crackling sounds, as if they were being repeatedly hammered and refined by countless small hammers, becoming more and more tough and heavy.
The heart pumped intensely, the sound of blood surging was deafening, and the breaths faintly carried the roars of tigers and lions. The body's energy and physical strength surged simultaneously, and the depleted energy was replenished in the blink of an eye.
[Observation Target]: Li Ai
[Cultivation Level]: Body Tempering Realm, Level 6 | [Qi and Blood]: 2600/2600
[Attributes] Strength: 2706kg | Defense: 1758kg | Spiritual Awareness: 123
[Alienation]: Poison Claw (Corrosive Poison) (Bronze Quality)
"Sixth level of Body Tempering..." Li Ai clenched her fists in a daze, feeling the surge of power and blood within her body, yet a strange, indescribable feeling rose in her heart:
A strange thought quietly took root in his heart: to abandon all principles, to become a raging torrent that would devour everything and merge all things into itself.
"She's over there! Don't let her get away!"
The urgent shouts abruptly interrupted Li Ai's thoughts. She snapped back to reality, all the strangeness in her eyes fading away, leaving only a cold killing intent.
With the enemy group gathered together, it's difficult to maneuver. She needs a more complex environment that can further disperse the enemy's formation in order to defeat them one by one.
Li Ai bent down to pick up the spear, its tip still dripping blood. Without pausing, she turned and ran swiftly into the depths of the jungle.
Boom!
The walls of the low building suddenly shattered, and the remaining warriors of the Fierce Tiger Hall attacked together, blasting a passage through them as they quickly gave chase.
Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, Qiu Ba's face turned ashen. He spat viciously and roared through gritted teeth, "Damn it! Chase them all!"
The prey that was originally docile and easy to catch turned around and killed their own best man. If this got out, the Fierce Tiger Hall would be completely disgraced in the industry!
Moreover, if he messes up the Lin family's deal, and the head of the gang blames him, even if he had several lives, he wouldn't be able to pay for it!
"Chase!"
The remaining nine warriors immediately used their movement techniques, leaping across rooftops and walls to flank Li Ai, attempting to cut off her path in advance. The others followed closely behind Qiu Ba, running swiftly in pursuit.
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The corroded iron sheet made a cracking sound as if it would collapse completely at any moment.
Li Ai walked through the moss-covered light rail carriage and jumped off the viaduct. The moment she landed, the floodwaters exploded, splashing muddy water all over her trouser legs.
The ruined city deep in the jungle is relatively well preserved, the miasma is much thinner, and hundreds of years have nurtured a unique ecosystem in the wasteland.
After her spiritual foundation was damaged, she could no longer sense spiritual energy, but she could tell from her intuition that the concentration of spiritual energy here was much higher than outside.
Among those inconspicuous weeds and moss, there may be spiritual plants that can help people cultivate.
"Turn left," Li Hui's voice rang out.
"No." Li Ai continued walking.
"The main urban area is on the left, with complex terrain—isn't that exactly what you wanted?"
"There are probably high-level evil beasts lurking over there." Li Ai looked down at the muddy ground.
On the damp soil, old and new footprints are scattered and dense, varying in depth.
Her tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty: "At least five types, including filthy beasts of the third rank or higher."
The first to third tiers of the Filthy Beasts correspond to the early to late stages of Qi Gathering in spiritual cultivation, and the early to late stages of Body Tempering in martial arts.
The Wormtooth Hound is only at the second tier, yet it is already quite troublesome. Even the third-tier Li Ai is not confident in dealing with it. If it were to encounter a fourth-tier filthy beast, it would only be able to run away.
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Li Hui clapped his hands lightly, a casual smile on his face: "You didn't waste your time studying the ecology of the filthy beasts. So, where do you plan to go?"
"Go through here and circle back through the jungle."
The depths of the Blackthorn Forest are unknown. If one ventures too far with one's own strength, one may encounter a powerful filthy beast and perish before those behind catch up.
Li Ai kept walking, even deliberately stepping on the wreckage of the vehicle to leave clear marks, blatantly luring the pursuers behind her.
Her greatest advantage now is that she uses war to sustain herself and plunder to heal her injuries.
As long as she can extend the battle lines and defeat the enemy one by one, she will have a chance to turn the tide.
After running for a long time, when they passed a viaduct that was half collapsed, Li Ai suddenly slowed down.
"Have you run enough?" A flippant voice suddenly rang out.
A young man with long, flowing hair stood in front of her, his clothes fluttering, exuding a dashing and elegant air.
Without uttering a word, Li Ai thrust his spear straight in, swift and decisive.
Time is precious; every second wasted increases the risk of being surrounded.
"What a pity, such rare beauty, if it were any other day, I would definitely buy you a drink."
The young man moved with ethereal grace, easily dodging the three consecutive thrusts, his composure evident, his tone flippant.
A speed-type martial artist?!
Li Ai's heart skipped a beat. The opponent's aura was also around the sixth or seventh level of Body Tempering, but his agility far surpassed that of ordinary people.
She knew that some martial artists would choose extreme methods to frantically enhance one of their strengths.
If all martial arts techniques and skills are focused on power, a single punch could overturn a heavy armored vehicle.
Or perhaps they focus entirely on movement techniques, moving so fast that it's dazzling and impossible to even touch the hem of their clothes.
The person in front of me is clearly the latter.
A sly glint appeared in Li Ai's eyes as she deliberately sneered, her tone sarcastic: "You maggot? In the past, I wouldn't have even given a second glance to trash like you."
"And also, are you deliberately acting so flirtatious because you're impotent and just pretending?"
The young man's face contorted in shock, as if struck on a sore spot, and he roared, "You're asking for death!"
It's now!
Clang!
The folding fan met the long spear head-on.
The expected easy parry did not materialize. A violent force surged along the gun, a red light flashed, and a burst of high-temperature heat instantly sent him flying.
The long-haired youth landed and slid backward uncontrollably, his hands trembling and his tiger's mouth splitting open, his expression one of horror.
Those who are good at speed are necessarily weaker in strength.
Among martial artists of the same rank, speed-type martial artists are inherently far inferior to strength-type martial artists.
Not to mention that Li Ai was frantically evaporating her vital energy in order to provoke him and then strike effectively.
"Single-handed—charge into battle!"
Despite her discomfort, Li Ai, taking advantage of the fact that her qi and blood were still strong, recklessly activated her martial arts technique.