Chapter 893: Encounter (Part Two)

After training in the mountains for over a month, Wang Chen’s physique had grown significantly.

However, being only fifteen years old, he still retained a hint of youthful innocence.

This was evident to anyone with a discerning eye.

The hunters, known for their sharp gazes, had never encountered a boy who dared to venture deep into the mountains alone and even managed to kill a roaring tiger.

They couldn’t help but exchange glances.

One of the hunters, with a rugged appearance, hesitated for a moment before asking, “Young man, did you kill this tiger?”

Wang Chen nodded calmly, “Yes.”

“Impressive.”

The rugged hunter gave him a thumbs up, “Truly, heroes emerge from the young!”

He quickly assessed the situation, realizing it was unwise to provoke someone of unknown depth, as it might bring disaster upon them.

A roaring tiger was indeed valuable, but not worth risking their lives for!

The rugged hunter felt reluctant and was about to retreat when a younger hunter beside him stared at Wang Chen with keen interest and whispered a few words in his ear.

The rugged hunter paused, then suddenly turned to Wang Chen.

“Young man…”

He tentatively asked, “Are you from the Ling family?”

“That’s right.”

Wang Chen smiled, “I am Ling Zhiyuan from the Anyang Ling family!”

“Indeed, it’s you!”

The rugged hunter’s face lit up with joy, and he rubbed his hands excitedly, “Young Master Ling, we have been searching for you! Now that we’ve found you, let’s hurry and come with us.”

As he spoke, he moved closer to Wang Chen.

The other six hunters followed closely, skillfully spreading out to surround Wang Chen.

The rugged hunter, feeling confident, grinned broadly, “Young Master Ling, do you know…”

Before he could finish, he suddenly saw a flash of light, and his throat felt cold.

The hunter’s smile froze on his face as he looked at Wang Chen in disbelief, a choking sound escaping his throat, and soon bright red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

A noticeable line of blood appeared on his throat.

A cut throat!

Wang Chen’s strike was so swift that the other hunters couldn’t react in time.

They gazed at Wang Chen with greedy eyes, as if he were a delicious prey caught in a trap.

Only when the rugged hunter clutched his throat and fell to the ground did the hunters seem to awaken from a dream.

Suddenly, chaos erupted!

Wang Chen, however, did not give them more time to react. Brandishing the short knife, he lunged forward, slipping like a ghost between two hunters.

The blade’s glow reappeared!

Though Wang Chen lacked the methods of magical cultivators and body cultivation techniques, and his cultivation level had only recently broken through to the second-grade, his martial arts experience still held significant value in Cangqing.

His fighting moves had already ascended to the master-level!

Despite the overwhelming numbers of his adversaries, unless their cultivation levels far surpassed his, they were nothing more than a flock of feeble chickens and dogs in Wang Chen’s eyes.

Even armed with just a short knife, he was unstoppable.

He sidestepped, swung the blade, slit throats, shifted positions, turned, and pierced skulls…

In the blink of an eye, two hunters lay dead!

These were no ordinary men; they possessed at least the strength of first-level martial novices and were seasoned in combat.

Yet, when confronted with Wang Chen’s sudden assault, they had no time to react, their throats slashed and skulls pierced by the short knife!

Both met a tragic end.

But this was only the beginning of the carnage, not the conclusion for Wang Chen.

In mere moments, three of his foes had fallen, leaving the remaining four hunters stunned, as if struck by lightning, unable to believe their eyes, questioning if they were trapped in a nightmare.

A nightmare drenched in blood and horror!

It wasn’t until Wang Chen closed in on the nearest hunter once more and drove his knife into the man’s brow that the others snapped out of their daze, screaming and scattering in all directions.

Their courage and resolve had been utterly destroyed by the sheer brutality!

And this was undoubtedly a grave mistake.

After dispatching the fourth man, Wang Chen hurled his short knife at another hunter without hesitation.

The blade flew like a meteor, instantly catching its target.

It struck true, embedding itself in the hunter’s back!

“Ah!”

The hunter managed only a heart-wrenching scream before collapsing face-first to the ground.

Simultaneously, Wang Chen darted forward, closing the distance to another hunter in the blink of an eye.

He employed the movement techniques he had learned in the mundane world; though he lacked the accompanying true energy, the bloodshed wheel power amplified his effectiveness.

Wang Chen suddenly leaped, sweeping his right leg outward.

Crack!

The hunter’s head jerked to the side, his neck snapping instantly!

Before Wang Chen even landed, he reached out and seized a vine dangling from a branch.

He kicked off a nearby tree, using the momentum to swing several paces away, then abruptly released his grip.

As Wang Chen landed, he stood directly in the path of the final hunter!

The hunter’s face turned ashen, and seeing Wang Chen before him was like facing a god of death. He immediately dropped to his knees, kowtowing repeatedly, “Young Master Ling, spare me! I have elders above and children below; show mercy!”

Wang Chen demanded, “How do you know I am Ling Zhiyuan?”

The hunter gulped and cautiously replied, “The Black Tiger Gang issued a bounty with your likeness, stating they wanted you alive or dead for a hefty reward.”

In truth, he omitted the phrase “dead or alive.”

As the hunter trembled, he cursed inwardly.

The Black Tiger Gang had claimed Ling Zhiyuan was merely a first-level martial novice and a pampered young master.

Yet here he stood, a veritable god of slaughter!

The hunter was filled with regret.

“Black Tiger Gang?”

Wang Chen frowned—there was no trace of this name in Ling Zhiyuan’s memories.

It seemed to be a low-level gang in Anyang City.

He asked in a deep voice, “What is the current state of the Ling family in Anyang?”

The hunter, desperate to save his own life, spilled everything he knew about the Ling family like beans from a bamboo tube.

After hearing it all, Wang Chen was left speechless.

Just days after the father and son had been ambushed, the Ling family had undergone a complete upheaval.

Now, the family head was none other than Ling Hongfeng, Ling Zhiyuan’s third uncle!

In Ling Zhiyuan’s memory, Ling Hongfeng was a true wastrel, indulging in wine, women, and gambling his entire life, constantly stirring up trouble and forcing Ling Hongyun to clean up his messes time and again.

Such a disgraceful figure had become the family head?

Was he a wolf in sheep’s clothing, hiding his true capabilities, or had he been installed as a puppet?

This was a mystery Wang Chen needed to unravel.

He took a deep breath and suddenly struck the hunter’s forehead with his palm.

Thud!