Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 675 - 673: Blood Lynx Adventure Team

Luo Feng was about to leave.

These martial artists were all quite powerful, all of them at the Spiritual Rotation Realm. The weakest among them was at the late-stage of the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, while the strongest, a ferocious-looking man, was at the late-stage of the fourth level of that realm.

Seeing Luo Feng about to depart, the ferocious-looking man approached him and said with a laugh, "My young friend, why the hurry? We’re the Blood Lynx Adventure Team. I’m the team leader, Qiu Yue. We’re planning to go to the Red Dragon Mountain Range to hunt Demon Beasts. How about you join us?"

"No need, I have other matters to attend to."

Luo Feng refused directly, not slowing his pace.

"What matter is more important than making money? For a martial artist, resources are paramount. I can see you’re quite strong, young friend. We could hunt an advanced Level Five Demon Beast together."

The ferocious-looking man tried to persuade him, his eyes sweeping over Luo Feng. When he spotted the Rage Flame Knife, a glint appeared in his eyes.

Hmph. Luo Feng scoffed inwardly but continued walking forward.

WHOOSH!

Suddenly, a figure appeared before him—a thin martial artist whose face bore some resemblance to the ferocious-looking man.

"My Big Brother is talking to you, and you just walk off? That seems a bit disrespectful."

The thin martial artist blocked Luo Feng’s path, his tone ice-cold.

Luo Feng stopped and looked at the thin martial artist expressionlessly. "If you have something to say, spit it out. No need to beat around the bush."

"Hahaha... Straightforward!"

The thin martial artist’s eyes glinted. He suddenly let out a strange laugh and swung his right arm forcefully.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!...

A chilling sound echoed through the forest as over a dozen martial artists drew their weapons, surrounding Luo Feng.

The thin martial artist stood leisurely to the side, arms crossed, watching Luo Feng with a greedy glint in his eyes.

"Kid, I, Qiu Tao, don’t mince words. My brothers and I are a bit strapped for cash at the moment. If you know what’s good for you, leave your storage ring behind."

A nearby martial artist pointed at the Rage Flame Knife on Luo Feng’s back and whispered, "Vice-Leader, that saber is probably a Spirit Weapon!"

The thin martial artist nodded and said, "Your saber seems pretty good too. Leave that behind as well."

Luo Feng glanced sideways at the thin martial artist and sneered coldly, "You must be joking."

"Who’s joking with you? Don’t play dumb! I’ll count to three. If you don’t hand over your belongings, don’t blame me for being ruthless! A martial artist only has one life. I hope you think clearly!"

The thin martial artist’s smile vanished, his face darkening. He gestured for the martial artists beside him to take a step closer to Luo Feng.

"One!" the thin martial artist said, holding up one finger.

Beside him, Qiu Yue, the leader of the Blood Lynx Adventure Team, frowned slightly but didn’t intervene.

The thin martial artist prepared to raise a second finger and was about to speak when, suddenly, Luo Feng made his move.

WHOOSH!

Using the Teng Dragon’s Step, Luo Feng’s figure blurred, leaving behind afterimages as he surged towards several martial artists. As he moved, the Rage Flame Knife left its sheath with a sound like booming thunder. It transformed into a chilling ray of saber light and cleaved horizontally—it was his self-created Saber Technique: ’Astonishing Thunder’!

No one expected Luo Feng to attack first. Three martial artists were caught off guard, their bodies cleaved apart by the saber light, blood erupting.

"Kid, you’re courting death! Kill him!"

The thin martial artist was livid. He drew his sword, and dark Sword Qi poured from the blade, seeping into the surroundings. He attacked Luo Feng from behind, his attack like a gaping maw of darkness trying to swallow Luo Feng whole.

The blade light swept through, cutting Luo Feng’s figure in half.

The thin martial artist’s brow furrowed; he hadn’t felt his sword strike anything solid. On closer inspection, he realized he had only cut through an afterimage.

Luo Feng appeared twenty steps away. Two burly martial artists saw him approach. Their eyes brimming with killing intent, they attacked in concert, each throwing a palm strike.

BANG!

The violent palm force struck like a raging storm, its booming impact vibrating through the air. The two clearly aimed to push Luo Feng back into the encirclement.

A cold sneer touched Luo Feng’s lips, his eyes filled with an endless sharpness. He held the saber in his left hand, his right hand clenched into a fist.

HUM!

Crimson Fist Force burned like flames on his fist, and Luo Feng threw his punch.

"Explode!"

BANG!

Palm force and Fist Gang met mid-air, resulting in a thunderous explosion. The shockwave instantly scoured away a layer of the nearby ground.

The two martial artists, both at the mid-stage of the second level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, didn’t even have time to scream before their bodies were consumed by the Fist Force and exploded into a mist of blood.

After killing two second-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists with one punch, Luo Feng felt the Qi within his body stagnate. He frowned slightly, realizing his injuries were acting up. Deciding not to get entangled further, he tapped his foot lightly on the ground. Ten Qi Dragons roared around him as he instantly appeared on a giant tree a hundred meters away.

Blood Lynx Adventure Team, I’ll remember this.

Glancing back, a cold smile crossed Luo Feng’s face. His figure blurred and, like a Roc spreading its wings, he vanished into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

From Luo Feng’s first move to his departure, barely three or four breaths had passed. Most people were only just coming to their senses.

"How is this youth so strong?!"

"Xu Li and Heng Chong are at the mid-stage of the second level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, and they couldn’t even stop him when they joined forces. He’s clearly only a third-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, everyone exchanged stunned glances.

They had adventured in the Red Dragon Mountain Range for years and often encountered arrogant young martial artists who entered for training. Thus, they hadn’t taken Luo Feng seriously at first, but the reality was startling.

"Second Brother, why did you act so rashly and attack like that?"

Qiu Yue, the leader of the Blood Lynx Adventure Team, had a grim expression. In such a short time, they had lost five or six capable subordinates, a loss that pained him deeply.

The thin martial artist’s face was grim as he said, "Big Brother, I saw he was wearing a second-grade storage ring; he must be wealthy. Moreover, the saber marks near the corpse of the Blood Essence Demon Vine’s mother plant were very recent. I suspect the Demon Core is also on him. A Blood Essence Demon Vine’s Demon Core would fetch over two thousand second-grade Yuan Stones at auction!"

The scar on the corner of Qiu Yue’s mouth twitched slightly as he rebuked, "Of course, I know all that! This kid’s eyes are sharp, and he carries a murderous aura. He’s no simple character. That’s why I wanted to lure him into joining us, then find an opportunity to gauge his actual strength. But your actions have completely ruined my plan!"

"This... Big Brother, I was rash." The thin martial artist’s face stiffened, and he hung his head in dejection, saying, "I also didn’t expect this kid to be so formidable."

"Enough! The feud is already established; it’s too late for regrets." Qiu Yue waved his hand, his voice grave. "The Martial Arts this kid cultivates are not simple. He’s probably a disciple of the Golden Palace or a young master from some prominent family. If we don’t nip the problem in the bud, there will be endless trouble! Judging by his complexion, he must be injured. He can’t have gone far. We can catch him."

A vicious, cold light flashed in his eyes as Qiu Yue ordered, "Everyone, form groups of three and chase immediately! Whoever kills that kid gets a reward of one thousand second-grade Yuan Stones!"

"Yes!"

Upon receiving their orders, dozens of martial artists divided into more than ten small teams and immediately pursued in the direction Luo Feng had disappeared, soon vanishing into the dense forest.

WHOOSH!

A figure shot through the dense forest, trailing visible qi waves, before disappearing into a thick tree canopy.

I should have lost them for now.

Luo Feng found a thick tree trunk to sit on. Suppressing his aura, he released his Soul Power. Sensing no other presence nearby, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These martial artists were very familiar with the terrain of the Red Dragon Mountain Range and were skilled trackers. He had expended considerable effort to temporarily shake them off.

Currently, he was injured. Fighting two or three martial artists at the third level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm was his limit; he was no match for so many.

Taking out a medicinal pill and swallowing it, Luo Feng exhaled a turbid breath and closed his eyes to meditate.

Since encountering Yuan Xinglie, he hadn’t had a chance to rest. Even for him, more than half of his Yuan Qi was consumed.

As time passed, the Yuan Qi within Luo Feng gradually recovered.

CRACKLE!

Suddenly, Luo Feng’s ears twitched. He opened his eyes, and two sharp glints of light flashed and vanished.

They’re here!

Suppressing his aura, Luo Feng even held his breath. He showed no sign of life, as if he had merged with the giant tree.

The sound of rushing air grew louder as three figures gradually approached.

"Where on earth did that little bastard hide? When I catch him, I’ll skin him alive!" an angry voice resounded.

Through a gap in the leaves, Luo Feng saw that the speaker was the same thin martial artist from before.

"Vice-Leader, don’t worry. The Qi Tracing Art I cultivate can distinguish the Yuan Qi traces of a martial artist. Even if that kid dug a hole and buried himself, I could still dig him out!" a small-eyed martial artist chuckled.

The thin martial artist nodded. "Mm, when we find him, you’ll be well rewarded."

"Thank you, Vice-Leader!"

The small-eyed martial artist’s face broke into a smile. Suddenly, his expression froze, and his speed slowed. He looked up, and his pupils dilated.

A pinpoint of cold light in his pupils grew rapidly brighter.

SLICE!

With a flash of the saber and a spray of blood, the small-eyed martial artist’s head flew high into the air, his mouth still open in a scream that would never be uttered.

"Quite perceptive," Luo Feng said, landing steadily on the ground. "A pity you ran into me."

The sudden turn of events stunned the other two, causing them to stop abruptly.

"Kid, you actually dare to show yourself!" The thin martial artist glanced at the corpse on the ground, his eye twitching violently. A ferocious aura emanated from him as he stared fixedly at Luo Feng.

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Luo Feng looked at the thin martial artist, his expression calm.

The thin martial artist gave a sinister laugh. "You’re courting death! Since breaking through to the fourth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm three months ago, I’ve killed six peak third-level Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artists. Even injured, you will die!"

The thin martial artist roared, "Die!" He stomped, cracking the ground, and his figure shot towards Luo Feng.

"Night Light Like Water!"

Mid-lunge, the thin martial artist flicked his wrist. The sword light transformed into a fierce black Qi Force, twisting towards Luo Feng.

The sharp, ever-changing black Sword Qi, merely by its aftershocks, sliced through more than a dozen large trees, leaving cuts as smooth as mirrors.

Early-stage fourth level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm...

Facing the sweeping black Sword Qi, Luo Feng’s pupils contracted slightly. Five blazing suns rose behind him as he executed the Golden Sun Breaking Slash.

BOOM!

A circular Saber Gang shot out, piercing through the black Sword Qi. A hole the size of a washbasin appeared in the thin martial artist’s chest, and he fell to the ground, dead.

After slaying the thin martial artist with one strike, Luo Feng flicked his wrist, and another burst of saber light shot out.

The last martial artist, dressed in green, had his Protective Gang Energy split down the middle. A thin line of blood appeared on his forehead. In his hand, he clutched a black pellet.

He was trying to notify the others...

Luo Feng glanced coldly at the black pellet in the green-clad martial artist’s hand. He surveyed the ravaged forest around him and muttered to himself, First, I need to find a safe place to recover...

Quickly looting the bodies, Luo Feng activated the Teng Dragon’s Step, pushing his speed to the limit. In a few blinks, he was gone without a trace.