A Paragon Of Wuhun Chapter 9: Slain

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The two men were about to break through the window when a loud shout came from behind them. The earth behind them burst and a figure flew out. A golden palm was displayed in the air and hit the chest of the younger brother with a heavy print. With a blow of the strength of 1200 jin on the body, he cried out bitterly with blood surging up in his mouth.

The elder brother immediately retreated two steps. He looked on guard and said angrily: "Who? Get out!"

Chen Feng walked out of the darkness with a cold smile on his lips. He said: "brother Cheng, aren't you here looking for me? What? You don't know me?

"Are you?" Cheng can't believe and says: "How could you hurt Zhang by one palm? What kind of martial arts do you use? How could it be so powerful?"

Is this still the waste?

"You want to kill me, but you don't even know the details. You deserve to be left here today!" Chen Feng laughed.

"You sneak up on me. You're so mean!" Cheng said angrily.

"Aren't you going to kill me? If I hadn't been prepared, you guys would have killed me! Mean? You are truly mean!"

These two were here to kill him. Chen Feng didn't talk about fairness and justice to them. He was trying to sneak up to kill them, so the means did not matter.

He dug a hole next to the hut in advance. He laid down and covered himself with earth. He just left a crack to breathe, and then slowed down his breathing so that he could try to lose the signs of life.      

The two men certainly didn't notice him so that he got an opportunity to get in.

"Haha, so what? Do you think you can control me by hurting Zhang? You are the waste. You can never be my match. Go to h.e.l.l!" Cheng grinned hideously. He flew up in the sky, and pulled out a long knife, striking at Chen Feng.

He was one of Sun's favorite students. He had reached the 5th phase of Houtian Realm, which was 2 realms higher than Chen Feng.

The 5th phase of Houtian Realm had a strength of 2000 jin, which was equivalent to 5 tigers.

Chen Feng did not take it hard. He kept backing away. Cheng laughed arrogantly: "Why not counterattack? Waste is waste. You even don't have the courage to fight with me!"

Chen Feng pursed his mouth and did not speak. He kept retreating. Cheng kept attacking. He seemed to be losing patience. Suddenly his Genuine qi surged up, and he shouted aloud: "Go to h.e.l.l!"

In a blink of an eye, he cut 18 times in a row.

Chen Feng was familiar with his style, mixed 18 knives. It was seen in Wuji pavilion, and belonged to the first cla.s.s of Huangji realm. It cut 18 times in a moment just like the swift wind, making people unable to resist. However, the disadvantage was that the power of each cut was not strong enough, and each cut became weaker and weaker.

Chen Feng pursed his mouth, and this time he did not advance but retreated.

He started the Bright Fingerprint. His golden palms bombarded on two rays of knife light, shattering them.

 "How could this be?" Cheng opened his mouth in disbelief.

 "Why not?" Chen Feng smiled and came to him in a flash. The golden palm directly printed itself on his chest because there was no obstruction. Cheng's chest collapsed, and the bones broke. Blood gushed from his mouth.

Cheng fell to the ground. Blood gushed from his mouth, nose and chest.

He looked at the approach of Chen Feng with great fear. He supported his body, retreated continuously and begs: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

"If it were you, would you let me go?" Chen Feng smiled coldly, and gave a palm on his crown, killing him directly.

Then he killed Zhang by one palm.  "It is not suitable to stay here or a long time. If Sun finds his two disciples haven't returned so long, he will come over. At least, he is a warrior of the 7th phase of Houtian Realm. I'm definitely not his match. In fact, if I have no Bright Fingerprint, I will have a hard time fighting with those warriors of the 5th phase of Houtian Realm."

"I should leave here now and go to the mountain to hunt monsters, which enables me to cultivate myself as well as get cores of monsters because they are extremely valuable. I can use them to exchange for Spirit Stones or other martial arts and skills. It is something like killing  two birds with one stone. When Uncle Han comes back, I will go back here."

Chen Feng searched their property. However, they were out to kill and did not take anything valuable. All they had added up just 10 Spirit Stones.

Chen Feng threw 2 bodies into the river, which had abundant water and its speed was fast. Until tomorrow, they couldn't find the bodies. And he eliminated the traces of the scene of fighting so that Sun could not find him. Maybe Sun would be clear that he killed them, but the evidence could not be found.

After finis.h.i.+ng these, Chen Feng put all of the Spirit Stones into the package and floated away.

There were many monsters in the high mountains and the impenetrable jungle.

In the dense forest of the valley, there was the sound of wind and thunder. Meanwhile, a glint of gold was blinking in the jungle.

Chen Feng sweated, practicing the Bright Fingerprint over and over again. At this time, he had practiced it to the extent that he could master it thoroughly. His hands moved freely with heart, almost merging into his body.