The reaction just now, and the quickening heartbeat, were not as uneventful as the words suggested.
"Interesting!"
The corners of the mouth beneath the mask lifted.
Turn around!
He turned his back on the stall owner and walked towards the distance.
The short figure under the black robe stared intently at the boy.
After a moment's hesitation, he quickly packed up the items on the stall.
Although the man with the gun and mask did not look simple, the bait he had released could not just be swallowed up like that.
After all, the stone sculpture was an item brought out from the ruins.
On the other side.
After buying everything he wanted,
Liang Hui did not linger in the black market but went straight to the entrance.
Seeing the grey-clothed old man dozing off at the entrance, Liang Hui approached slowly, ready to pass by the old man.
"Hold on!"
"Is there a problem?" Liang Hui paused in his stride and tilted his head to ask.
"You injured someone in the black market, and according to the rules, you must pay a fine."
"How much?"
"Ten taels."
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of silver flew towards the old man.
Liang Hui took another step and walked out.
And then, a somewhat hoarse voice came from the old man again.
"Do you have Exotic Beast meat? I'm willing to pay a high price for it."
"No."
As he spoke, Liang Hui had already disappeared into the black market.
Leaving the grey-clothed old man behind, rubbing the silver in his hands.
The moment Liang Hui left the black market, he burst into full speed, running towards a direction away from the city.
After about five miles, he came to a stop.
He took off the black robe he was wearing, hung it on a tree branch nearby, revealing the black tight-fitting attire underneath, longbow, and quiver.
Standing with his bow, his eyes intently watched the direction of the black market.
Today, he intended to see which fool would come to meet their death; he didn't mind earning some extra cash.
Liang Hui didn't have to wait long; in less than three minutes, three figures, each distinct from the others, raced towards him.
Thwack! Thwack!
Without any hesitation, the bowstring was fully drawn, and arrows shot out swiftly.
Like flying silver serpents, emitting sharp hisses, they flew towards the three men.
Splash! Splash!
The arrows did not stop as they passed through two of the racing figures.
As blood trailed in the air, the two figures hit by the arrows tumbled to the ground motionless.
"Kill!"
The last remaining figure roared as he swung his long knife towards Liang Hui.
At this distance, there was no time to shoot another arrow; the Great Han's face was twisted with vicious joy.
Nearly three hundred Silver Taels would be his.
But the next instant, the smile froze on his face.
Liang Hui slightly shifted his stance, advancing forward.
His legs, waist, and abdomen formed a slanting line; his muscles suddenly exploded with force, colliding with the Great Han,
Crack! Snap!
Amidst the sound of breaking bones, the figure of the Great Han flew backwards even faster.
After rolling on the ground several times, there was no more movement.
Throughout the ordeal, Liang Hui's hands never left his longbow.
The figures that were approaching from a distance, upon seeing such a scene, did not hesitate to turn and leave.
It wasn't worth engaging in a life and death struggle for just over two hundred Silver Taels with such a valiant foe.
Clap! Clap!
Amidst the clear sound of applause, a figure wrapped in a large black robe came against the direction of the crowd.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Liang Hui had no intention of wasting words; anyone who came here was an enemy, and as long as the enemy lived another second, the danger remained unresolved.
The longbow was drawn, and the arrow instantly crossed the barrier of the night sky, arriving in front of the robed man.
But such swiftly shot arrows were dodged.
No! They weren't completely dodged!
The outer black robe was torn by the arrow, creating a significant gash.
"You whelp, are you courting death?"
A sharp voice emanated from the person in the black robe.
Following that, the figure in the black robe increased speed suddenly, charging forward.
'The peddler selling secret manuals, is it because of that stone carving?'
With this thought, Liang Hui instantly deduced the identity of the approaching figure and their likely reason.
His mind racing, he shot out arrows one after another, hindering the black-robed figure's approach.
At the same time, Liang Hui also started to retreat quickly, always maintaining a certain distance.
However, the number of arrows was ultimately limited, and the black-robed figure inevitably closed in within ten meters of Liang Hui.
"Young man, prepare to die!"
The hoarse words were accompanied by the elder's right hand reaching into his robe, murmuring something, as if preparing something.
At that moment, Liang Hui's eyes beneath the mask took on a hint of amusement.
A specially made armor-piercing arrow was nocked on the longbow, the bow drawn like a full moon, its tip carrying a chillingly sharp light.
The armor-piercing arrow's characteristics were not only its extremely strong penetrating power but also its incredibly fast speed.
Thwack!
As the bowstring rebounded, the arrow, like a streak of light, instantly pierced the black-robed figure's left arm.
With immense penetrating power, the left arm was directly shattered.
The frail and short left arm, accentuated by the blood, dropped to the side.
This scene, however, caused Liang Hui to frown.
This long-planned shot, aimed at the black-robed figure's head, had still been dodged.
Despite the immense pain, the black-robed figure merely trembled slightly, the words he was chanting never ceasing.
The next moment, the right hand that had been probing into his chest suddenly thrust out, his palm enveloped in red flames.
Next, they transformed into slender fire serpents, shooting towards Liang Hui.
Indeed, is that so? A Daoist, huh!
In the brief combat just now, he could not sense the black-robed figure's robust Qi-Blood, but since the figure could still dodge the incoming arrows, he had already made a guess.
The scene before him only verified his speculation.
Without hesitation, he nocked another arrow, drew his bow.
Shoot!
Bang!
Flames splashed, the wooden shaft of the arrow turned to ash, and the arrow itself fell to the side, bent and twisted.
The diminished Fire Serpent continued to slither towards Liang Hui.
A leap backward, he ran back.
And the Fire Serpent, after a brief pause, kept after Liang.
Turning his head, sidestepping, he nocked another arrow.
Shoot again!
The Fire Serpent dissipated, and the arrow dropped to the ground.
"Heh! Heh! Heh! You crude warrior, still resisting, are you?"
The hoarse laughter was clearly meant to strike at his enemy's morale.
The black-robed person trailing behind Liang Hui shed his robe, revealing a face that was aged and gloomy, and a small, weak body.
There were burn marks where his left arm was severed, obviously treated with flames.
His right hand reached into a brown cloth bag at his waist, murmuring to himself.
When his palm emerged again, the red Fire Serpent shot out anew.
"You dare to claim the title of Daoist?"
"You're merely in the Qi Nourishing Realm, not even a proper initiate, just using external objects to perform some parlor tricks! This is as far as you go in life."
The words, like a judgement, made the elder's grim expression turn fierce.
Having spent most of his life stuck in the Qi Nourishing Realm was an eternal pain in his heart.
Damn you!
With a forceful roar, his right hand reached once more into the waist pouch.
A second Fire Serpent flew out.
Then a third.
Liang Hui fired armor-piercing arrows in succession until the remaining seven arrows were gone, taking down only two of the Fire Serpents.
In the end, Liang Hui's skills with the bow and arrows were merely 'inherited' from a hunter.
While exceeding his forebear somewhat, his accuracy during rapid movement was still lacking.