Clang—
The tip of the knife stabbed into the throat of the first-stage law enforcer, as if piercing into steel, emitting a piercing sound of metal clashing!
The Fire Manipulator immediately felt a numbness in his hand, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart. In the next moment, the unbalanced law enforcer suddenly twisted his body, and a black fist slammed into his jaw with terrifying force, lifting him off the ground!
Broken teeth mixed with blood sprayed onto the barren earth. This punch left the Fire Manipulator dizzy and confused. He subconsciously raised his hand to steal the other's weapon but grabbed nothing...
He couldn't steal someone else's "fist."
The law enforcer didn't expect the frontline combat strength of these "thieves" to be so poor. His confidence grew wildly, and he suddenly swung a whip-like leg!
Just then, his vision suddenly turned pitch black!
Without a target and direction, his kick only struck emptiness, and he himself nearly fell due to losing his balance.
"What's happening? Why am I..."
Losing his sight in such a chaotic battlefield caused this law enforcer who had just embarked on the divine path to panic. Like a blind man, he lifted his hands to grope in the darkness, calling out in fear.
Subsequently, he felt a cold sensation on the back of his neck, as if something was pressing against it.
Bang—!
A gunshot sounded.
His head instantly exploded, and blood and brain matter splattered onto the ground like a blooming bouquet.
A wisp of smoke drifted from the gun barrel. Number 8 stood behind the collapsed body, holding the gun in one hand, his face devoid of any expression.
"I said, don't underestimate our opponents."
The Fire Manipulator whose jaw had been shattered by a punch struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with pain.
Number 8 looked at the battlefield beside him. Four first-stage law enforcers and four Fire Manipulators were engaged in a fierce battle. In close combat, the law enforcers had a clear advantage, nearly overwhelming the other Fire Manipulators, who could only barely maintain the situation by continuously stealing weapons.
Among the seven Fire Manipulators who entered the Ancient Relic of the Warrior Path this time, only Number 8 had reached the third stage. He snorted coldly and was about to walk towards that battlefield when a voice came from the distance:
"Fire."
A sheet of rice paper unfolded in the wind, and a blazing fireball instantly shot out from the character "Fire," slamming straight into Number 8's face!
Number 8's brows furrowed, and his body immediately retreated backward. Fierce flames exploded at his previous position, nearly engulfing him...
"Just a first-stage Scholar Path divine enforcer, truly seeking death!"
Cold light flashed in Number 8's eyes. He immediately abandoned the idea of helping the other Fire Manipulators and instead rushed towards Pu Wen on the hill. The latter's face was extremely grave. Without hesitation, he once again took out a sheet of rice paper from his sleeve, intending to unfold it, but the paper disappeared into thin air.
At the same time, Number 8 tore the rice paper in his hand into shreds and spoke coldly, "I've stolen your character. Let's see what you can do now?"
Seeing Number 8 getting closer, Pu Wen subconsciously stepped backward and shouted to the side:
"Yan Xicai! What are you still waiting for?!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xicai, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally made a move. He raised his hand adorned with a ruby ring into the air and spat out a cold word from his throat:
"Crush—"
Invisible twisting force erupted from nothingness, and Number 8's hair stood on end. He hesitated for a moment before swiftly dodging to the side. Even so, his right hand was still caught in it!
The sound of bone breaking echoed as the arm of Number 8 was visibly twisted like a hemp rope, limp and hanging loosely. He groaned in pain, his eyes glaring at Yan Xicai with fury!
In the instant their eyes met, Yan Xicai turned and fled without hesitation!
"Indeed," Pu Wen's eyes sparkled with insight, "your 'stealing' also has a distance limit... You can steal my rice paper now, but not his ring. This limit... should be less than fifty meters?"
Number 8's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Pu Wen with unprecedented seriousness... He had underestimated these young people.
This guy had already formulated a plan against him!
Number 8 gave a glance to the nearby Fire Manipulator, who immediately understood and stole several weapons, chasing after Yan Xicai!
Originally, there were many law enforcers who had not stepped onto the divine path blocking that path, but when they saw Number 10 rushing towards them with murderous intent, they all exclaimed and frantically ran to the sides, making a way for him.
"You're smart, but what does it matter?" Number 8 turned around and spoke grimly, "Your teammate doesn't seem so reliable... He ran away, how will you survive?"
Pu Wen didn't speak and didn't take out any more rice paper. Instead, he formed a seal with one hand and murmured, 'Wind.'
At the same time, beneath his close-fitting clothes, a piece of rice paper for protection quickly faded, and a whirlwind blew up from nothingness, causing his robes to flutter... His body swayed, and with the assistance of the wind, he fled towards the distance at an astonishing speed!
He still had rice paper?!
Number 8 gritted his teeth and quickly chased after him. He had figured it out—this young man from the Book Divinity Path was Yan Xicai's strategist and the most troublesome one.
Number 10 had already gone to pursue and kill Yan Xicai. If he stole the other's sacrificial artifact, it shouldn't be difficult to kill him... As long as Pu Wen and Yan Xicai were killed, this group of ragtag law enforcers would be nothing to worry about.
...
Elsewhere.
Yan Xicai, accompanied by two law enforcers, was running frantically towards the distance.
"Yan, aren't you going to help Pu as planned?" one of the law enforcers asked in confusion.
"How can I help? If I don't run now, they'll steal my ring soon, and how will I defend myself then?" Yan Xicai clutched the ring like a treasure, "This thing is very precious... It absolutely cannot fall into someone else's hands."
The three of them ran hundreds of meters before stopping to catch their breath. Yan Xicai wanted to say something more, but his palm suddenly felt lighter.
He was taken aback and looked down.
The red ring was already gone...
"Finally, I've caught up," a voice came from not far away. Yan Xicai turned to look and saw the Fire Manipulator, codenamed Number 10, playing with the red ring and sneering at them, "Run, why aren't you running anymore?"
Yan Xicai's face turned pale instantly!
Without hesitation, he pushed the two law enforcers behind him towards Number 10 and continued running down the hill!
The two law enforcers didn't expect Yan Xicai to be so ruthless. Taken by surprise, they directly collided with Number 10's face.
Number 10 snorted, a short sword sliding into his palm. He stepped aside and instantly slit one law enforcer's throat. The other reacted and screamed, trying to flee, but was still killed by Number 10's sword.
Two bodies fell successively. Number 10, covered in blood, looked in the direction Yan Xicai had fled, his gaze ice-cold.