A clapping sound came from in front.
“Who!” Zhao Feng was shocked.
He saw that on a tree top, two-hundred metres out, stood a slim as bones gary-clothed man. This person was like a ghost that hung on a tree. If one wasn’t careful enough, one would think it was a rag.
Through his left eye, Zhao Feng found that the person’s aura was converged in a weird way, making the aura turn to nothingness.
Through his first inspection the enemy had reached the fifth rank of the martial path and had also learned a skill similar to Hiding Air Technique, as well as another tracking skill.
“Who? Hehe… you’re going to die soon, haven’t you realised?” The gray-clothed man mocked. He did not seem to have any intentions of attacking in a short amount of time. However, his eyes had always been locked on to Zhao Feng.
Zhao Feng’s hand held three poison arrows as he faced off the assassin.
Why didn’t he make a move?
Zhao Feng felt weird. Soon however he got to know why.
“Hahaha…. Kid, come to your death!”
A few hundred metres behind him, two men, clothed in black, were coming. They had both reached the peak of the fourth rank.
Two pronged attack!
Zhao Feng’s expression changed. However, the man that gave him the most dangerous feeling was the one in front of him.
“It is time to end it now.” A curve blade appeared in the gray-clothed man’s hand.
What should I do? Zhao Feng thought urgently.
At this moment, from deep inside the left eye, came a familiar thumping sound. Under this danger, Zhao Feng fully pushed his left eye into max vision and reaction speed.
“Kill!”
The two men behind him were now one or two hundred metres away. Their every action slowed down in Zhao Feng’s eyes.
However, the gray-clothed man in front stood still like wood, not moving at all. Zhao Feng’s left eye however was still locked onto this man as he was the most dangerous one of all.
One hundred metres!
The two black-clothed men were laughing hysterically. They seemed to already picture how Zhao Feng would be cut into pieces. However, Zhao Feng was still calm.
Suddenly, Zhao Feng’s left eye felt the blood and Inner Strength stirring within the gray-clothed man’s body…..
At this moment!
Zhao Feng’s eyes flashed dangerously as he put the three poisonous arrows onto the bow.
Sou! Sou! Sou!-----
The three arrows were arranged in a queer position, like a triangle that shot towards the gray-clothed man.