Chapter 16: You were looking for me, right

Xie Jin shouted into the dense mist, "Li Weiyi, your senior brother Zhao Meng is in our hands, and he's in a terrible state. His kneecaps have been shattered. Don't you two have a deep bond as fellow disciples? Hand over the Buddha's relic, and we'll immediately arrange for a doctor to treat him. To protect a single Buddha's relic, you're truly selfish. And you're a coward, afraid of death, ha ha, a real tortoise hiding in its shell..."

Zhao Meng's legs and right arm had been broken by steel bars, and they were swollen due to restricted blood flow. Xie Tianshu ordered his men to strip off Zhao Meng's clothes and pants. Immediately, his dislocated arm bones and his shins, fractured forward, were exposed to everyone's view. It was a gruesome sight; even looking at it made one feel pain deep in their bones.

Seeing Zhao Meng in such a state, and hearing the constant muffled groans of agony from his mouth, Xie Tianshu momentarily lost the urge to torture him further. In such a condition of intense suffering, any additional torture seemed superfluous.

"I'm getting old, can't fight it anymore!" Kong Fan walked out of the medical tent, dressing himself, muttering about "getting old," but the triumphant smile on his face betrayed his inner smugness, as if he had recaptured his youth. He had only been inside for ten minutes.

Upon seeing the portly Kong Fan, Gao Huan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "You're all f***ing scumbags! I'm going to kill you!" Gao Huan couldn't charge forward; a member of the kitchen crew kicked him to the ground.

"Kid, you have good taste. She's truly fair and supple." Kong Fan sneered triumphantly, as if he wouldn't feel comfortable until Gao Huan died of anger. After walking over and looking at Zhao Meng, who lay naked on the ground, he asked, "Haven't gotten anything out of him yet? Xiao Lin, go to the kitchen tent, find a can of chili oil, heat it up until it's boiling, and bring it here. Let's add some 'flavor' for the first mate."

Before long, the expedition member named "Xiao Lin" ran over, carrying a bowl of steaming hot chili oil. Kong Fan instructed, "Pour the chili oil onto his wounds. If he still doesn't speak, then pour it into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth." The chili oil in the bowl was likely two or three hundred degrees Celsius. Just hearing Kong Fan's description made many expedition members tremble with fear, unable to imagine such cruelty.

Only Zhao Meng remained calm, regretting that he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide quickly. It was too humiliating, bringing disgrace to his master's sect.

"Whoosh!" A piercing whoosh cut through the air. A long yellow streak of light flew out of the dense mist, striking Xiao Lin's right shoulder blade. It was a sword, the Yellow Dragon Sword. The entire blade of the Yellow Dragon Sword pierced through, with only the hilt remaining exposed. The powerful impact sent Xiao Lin flying, landing obliquely on the ground two meters away.

As Xiao Lin's scream erupted, the bowl of scalding chili oil flew from his hand, splashing onto Kong Fan's feet. "Aargh..." Kong Fan screamed in agony, hopping wildly as blood blisters erupted on the tops of his feet.

"Clang!" The sound of metal scraping against stone and rapid footsteps filled the air, arriving from the depths of the dense mist and appearing before everyone in an instant. Li Weiyi dragged a spear, its tip creating a trail of sparks as it scraped against the ground. His speed was incredible, hardly inferior to the Ghost Bear Emperor.

Just as Xie Tianshu drew his pistol, aiming to fire, the ten-foot-long black spear was already above his head, descending with the force of Mount Tai. The whistling wind from the swinging spear staff was enough to pierce eardrums.

"Thwack!" Xie Tianshu narrowly dodged, saving his head. However, his right shoulder was struck by the spear's tip, and like cutting tofu, his entire arm was severed and flew off. "Boom!" After severing Xie Tianshu's arm, the long spear crashed heavily onto the ground, leaving a deep crater. His pistol fell to the ground along with his severed arm.

After collapsing to the ground, Xie Tianshu tightly clutched his spurting severed arm, writhing and convulsing in agony, his vision blurring to darkness as he nearly fainted.

"Shu Ge!" "It's Li Weiyi! He's alone! Everyone, attack him together and kill him!" Only then did the others react to the sudden turn of events. Although some realized that the long spear Li Weiyi wielded was a heavy weapon belonging to the skeletal humans, which was baffling, now was clearly not the time for cowardice.

Led by Xie Jin, a total of five people charged at Li Weiyi from different directions. They were armed with various weapons, including stun guns, riot shields, steel bars, and even kitchen knives.

Li Weiyi merely glanced at his senior brother's appearance in the distance, and was immediately filled with rage. His gaze swept over them, revealing undisguised murderous intent. Only seven days had passed! How could they have become so evil? Just seven days ago, on the Arctic Ocean, they had been chatting, laughing, full of vigor, and enjoying each other's company.

"Xiao Li, be careful... there are many of them!" Old Liu, the technical team leader whose hands were bound, finally dared to speak, seeing someone stand up to these villains. The others, like Old Liu, felt a surge of joy, as if seeing a ray of light in a desperate night. Yet, at the same time, they were immensely worried. After all, Li Weiyi was alone and outnumbered.

Even facing an attack from five people simultaneously, Li Weiyi showed no fear. Hot currents of air surged from the sole of his right foot, and then he suddenly leaped forward two consecutive steps. Each step covered ten feet as his long spear swept horizontally.

"Bang!" The kitchen crew member holding the cleaver never imagined Li Weiyi could leap like an ape, almost flying. Unable to dodge in time, he was sent flying several tens of feet by the long spear like a scarecrow. The ten-foot-long black spear must have weighed several hundred jin. A blow from it could shatter every bone in a body. The kitchen crew member crashed heavily outside the medical tent, blood pouring from his nose and mouth. He couldn't get up again and was most likely dead.

A security team member with a riot shield tried to pick up the pistol on the ground. Li Weiyi's peripheral vision caught him instantly. How could he let him succeed? "Thwack!" The black spear was thrown, flying nearly ten meters, piercing through both the riot shield and the security team member. A large amount of blood splattered across the ground.

He was incredibly fierce, slaughtering them as if mowing grass. Xie Jin and the others were terrified, their courage failing. They were caught between advancing and retreating.

"Weren't you looking for me? Come on!" After roaring this, Li Weiyi shot forward towards Kong Fan like a projectile.

Kong Fan saw that Li Weiyi's strength and speed were utterly inhuman. Not daring to confront him head-on, he decisively moved to seize Zhao Meng, intending to use him as a hostage. Without the black spear, Li Weiyi's speed was even greater, like a gust of wind.

Before Kong Fan's hand could even reach Zhao Meng, the wind from Li Weiyi's approach was already upon him. "So fast?" Kong Fan was scared witless. He had no choice but to abandon Zhao Meng and unleash a full-power punch forward. He wore the immortal item "Silver Thread Gloves" on both hands, making his strength formidable.

Li Weiyi did not dodge, meeting his punch head-on. With a "thud," Kong Fan felt as if he had punched an iron wall. His fingers throbbed as if they would break, and the bones in his entire arm rattled incessantly. This single punch shattered his dream of becoming extraordinary, forcing him to realize he was merely a mortal. Terrified, he turned and fled.

Li Weiyi gave chase, casually pulling the Yellow Dragon Sword from Xiao Lin's shoulder blade as he went. After only seven steps, he caught up to Kong Fan and slashed him across the back with the sword.

"Thud!" A wound half a meter long and half a palm deep appeared on Kong Fan's back, slicing diagonally from his left shoulder downwards, severing his spine. With a brief howl, he fell straight forward.

Just then, Sima Tan and two disheveled security team members rushed out of the medical tent. They saw Kong Fan bleeding profusely from his back nearby, and Li Weiyi, a god of death wielding a blood-stained sword. All three were so terrified they lost their footing and tumbled to the ground.

Li Weiyi ignored them and turned back.

"Swish!" With a casual swing of the Yellow Dragon Sword, he cut the ropes binding Gao Huan's wrists. Then, he leaped over three meters high, covering a distance of five or six meters, and slashed his sword towards another figure attempting to pick up the pistol.

That man, one of the security team members, was carrying a thumb-thick steel bar. As he grabbed the pistol, a wild grin spread across his face. The Yellow Dragon Sword descended from above and struck his neck. His head rolled to the ground like a gourd, and blood spurted from his neck like a fountain.

Li Weiyi's clothes were instantly soaked red with blood. He kicked the pistol towards Gao Huan.

Gao Huan snatched up the pistol and charged directly at the dying Kong Fan, firing three shots in quick succession with a "bang, bang, bang." With each shot, he let out a hoarse roar, his entire being consumed by madness.

Then, he charged towards Sima Tan and the two disheveled security members. The three men immediately scattered, running faster than they ever had.

Gao Huan pursued Sima Tan, firing continuously. On the fourth shot, he finally hit him. Sima Tan was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground. Seeing Gao Huan approach, he immediately knelt and kowtowed, begging for mercy: "Gao Huan, Gao Huan, we're classmates, you can't kill me... If you kill me, you'll be breaking the law..."

"Bang! Bang..." Gao Huan gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce. He didn't listen at all, continuing to fire shot after shot. He fired an unknown number of shots until the clip was empty, then continued to pull the trigger several more times. Out of bullets, Sima Tan lay on the ground, his head riddled with bullet holes.

Gao Huan trembled all over, his breathing ragged. Then, gritting his back teeth, he used the pistol to smash Sima Tan's face repeatedly until the entire head was a bloody mess, only then slumping to the ground as if all his strength had left him.

The other two disheveled security team members frantically dashed into the dense mist, not daring to look back. Gradually, the deck became quiet once more.

Qi Shanshan walked along the gunwale with light steps, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment. She couldn't believe Li Weiyi was so formidable, defeating all his opponents alone. Gazing at his tall and upright figure, standing with his sword held horizontally, coupled with his calm and handsome face, ripples inevitably stirred in her heart. She couldn't help but admire Cai Yutong's judgment.

Xie Tianshu, with his severed arm, had bled profusely, and his face grew paler and paler. Xiao Lin's injuries were lighter, but he dared not get up at all; if he made even the slightest move, Li Weiyi's gaze would fix on him. That gaze was no different from the stare of Death himself.

Xiao Lin stammered repeatedly, "I didn't do anything; it was all Kong Fan's orders, he coerced us. Li... Young Master Li... I won't dare again, I'll listen to you from now on."

Ignoring him, Li Weiyi's gaze was fixed on Xie Jin and another security team member holding a stun gun. Simultaneously, he channeled hot currents of air along the silver lines to his ears, making his hearing acutely sharp. This was because Old Liu had just warned him to be careful of Chen Hong. The rifle was in Chen Hong's hands; his senior brother had been ambushed by him, which was why he was so severely injured.