Chapter 899: Ambush

At the break of dawn, Wang Chen quietly departed from Tongfu Inn.

He chose not to travel with the old man’s caravan to avoid any discomfort. Following this road would lead him directly to Yan City.

Once there, he could inquire about the route to Jiangyuan City.

After walking several miles along the mountain path, he suddenly halted and spoke in a deep voice, “Come out! What kind of hero sneaks around like this?”

Wang Chen had sensed someone watching him since the previous night. Perhaps due to the influence of Tongfu Inn, no one had dared to make a move.

But as soon as he left the inn that morning, he felt the presence of watchers again.

Wang Chen had walked calmly to this spot, ready to confront the situation.

“Jie jie jie!”

A harsh, grating laugh accompanied the emergence of several shadowy figures around him.

“You must be Ling Zhiyuan from the Anyang Ling family!”

A middle-aged man blocked Wang Chen’s path, eyeing him with a sinister gaze, as if appraising a valuable piece of merchandise. “Young Master Ling, if you come with us quietly, you can avoid any suffering. I suggest you don’t be uncooperative.”

Wang Chen replied coolly, “Aren’t you afraid of the Blood Guard?”

“Blood Guard? Hahaha!”

The middle-aged man laughed heartily, “Afraid? How could we not be? But we seek wealth without harming lives, and the Blood Guard won’t interfere too much. Besides, can they even come to save you now?”

A hint of cruelty appeared in his eyes. “Young Master Ling, I suggest you cooperate obediently; otherwise…”

“You can still claim a reward for bringing back a corpse!”

At that moment, Wang Chen found himself surrounded.

To the middle-aged man, Wang Chen was trapped and had no way to escape, so he commanded, “Kneel before me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a rapidly enlarging fist appeared in his vision.

The middle-aged man was taken by surprise and instinctively raised his right arm to block.

His reaction was quick, and he managed to protect his face just in time before the fist struck.

Crack!

Wang Chen’s fist slammed into the middle-aged man’s arm.

The sturdy arm broke instantly, the white bone piercing through flesh and stabbing deeply into his eyes.

“Ah!”

The middle-aged man couldn’t help but let out a piercing scream as he fell backward onto the ground.

With his strike successful, Wang Chen retracted his fist, his wrist turning suddenly, fingers snatching four shining hunting darts.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

In the next moment, the four sharp hunting darts shot out, slicing through the air with a terrifying whir.

Two of the assailants were caught off guard and struck in the head and chest, their screams echoing again.

They were only second-grade warriors, lacking the ability to withstand Wang Chen’s hidden weapons infused with bloodshed wheel power.

In the blink of an eye, they followed the middle-aged man to the ground!

In just a few breaths, half of those surrounding Wang Chen had fallen.

The remaining three were shocked.

They thought they had caught a small cat, but the small cat turned into a roaring tiger—one that devours people!

One martial artist drew his long knife and shouted, “Let’s attack together and kill him!”

Before he could finish his sentence, the other two turned and ran.

They were only trying to make a living; earning money was great, but risking their lives was not worth it.

The problem was, how could Wang Chen just stand by and let them escape?

He spread his arms wide and grasped with both hands, and two throwing spears instantly appeared in his grasp.

“Hey!”

Wang Chen suddenly exhaled and threw the two spears, one on each side.

These weapons, along with the hunting darts he had used before, were taken from hunters he had defeated in the past. They were not top-grade weapons, but under the enhancement of the bloodshed wheel power, they possessed destructive power that could shatter anything.

Thud! Thud!

The two fleeing martial artists were pierced through their bodies almost simultaneously, pinned to the ground.

Clatter!

The last martial artist, armed with a long knife and intending to fight Wang Chen, gaped in disbelief as his weapon fell to the ground.

When Wang Chen’s gaze landed on him, it was as if he suddenly awakened from a dream; he fell to his knees and repeatedly bowed, saying, “Spare me, young master! I was foolish and offended you; I deserve to die a thousand times. I only ask for your magnanimity…”

Before he could finish, a hunting dart suddenly appeared in his forehead.

“Uh…”

The martial artist’s eyes widened as he fell to the ground.

After eliminating the last attacker, Wang Chen stepped forward and placed his foot on the hilt of the long knife that had just fallen.

The long knife sprang up, and he confidently caught it in his hand.

Wang Chen swung the knife a few times, finding it quite comfortable, even though it was not a divine weapon.

In the quiet surroundings, his gaze shifted to the nearby forest on the right as he asked, “Have you finished watching?”

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Accompanied by a rhythmic applause, a tall man stepped out of the woods.

He looked to be in his thirties, with an upright appearance and an elegant demeanor, wearing a scholar’s cap and a long sword at his waist, embodying the image of a scholar.

The scholars of Cangqing were not weaklings who couldn’t even tie up a chicken; most understood fighting moves and throughout history, many had traveled the world wielding swords, embodying the saying that “reading ten thousand books is not as useful as traveling ten thousand miles.”

While the Confucians may not be as renowned as the warriors or legalists, their status has always been notable, both in the court and among the people.

Wang Chen, as Ling Zhiyuan, had always aspired to be like him.

“To think that a child of the Anyang Ling family is not as useless as rumored,” said the scholar in the scholar’s cap with a strange look in his eyes, filled with both surprise and regret. “Hiding your talents, you seem to be a good seed of our Confucian family, but it’s a pity you associate with the Blood Guard…”

He shook his head, “You are a gifted individual, yet you have become an accomplice to evil!”

“Enough with your nonsense.”

Wang Chen raised the long knife, “If you want to fight, let’s fight!”

The scholar smiled lightly and said, “Ling Zhiyuan, I’m curious—where did you learn such tricks of storage from a noble family like yours?”

His gaze instantly became sharp, as if he wanted to see through Wang Chen’s five organs!

“Tricks of storage?”

Wang Chen realized, and the long knife in his hand instantly vanished, only to reappear again.

He was not using any trick of storage; it was the storage space that came with the Xuan Yuan Seal.

This storage space, though not large, was more convenient and practical than a storage bag. With just a thought, Wang Chen could store or retrieve items at any time.

The price was the consumption of potential value.

Noticing the greed in the scholar’s eyes, Wang Chen couldn’t help but smile and said, “Talking in such a righteous manner, you just want my storage techniques. If you have the ability, come and take it!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chen suddenly hurled the long knife at him.

At the same time, he pounced forward with the ferocity of a roaring tiger attacking a rabbit, charging at the arrogant foe ahead!