"Number Ten, we have known each other for so ti now, you can't just jack up the price like this. I really can't co up with that much cash." He Dalong's expression was almost tearful; he truly could not produce that much money.
"Then I'm sorry, goodbye." No sooner had Number Ten finished speaking than he and his n were looking to leave.
He Dalong knew the consequences if Number Ten and his n left, and he hurriedly grabbed hold of Number Ten: "Number Ten, I'll give you the money, as long as you kill this guy. Otherwise, I'll be the one dying."
At this mont, Ling Zhenfei began to feel impatient: "Have you guys settled on a price or not? I'm getting quite anxious waiting here."
Number Ten said to Ling Zhenfei with a smile, "Don't be in such a hurry to et your death; once the price is right, you'll be on your way to the Western Heaven imdiately."
"I'm really curious, with such little strength, how can you be confident you can kill ?" Ling Zhenfei looked at the n in black curiously.
The man in black laughed: "That's not for you to worry about. As long as we want you dead, we can send you to the Western Heaven at any ti."
"Fine, then I'll wait and see what skills you've got." Ling Zhenfei, arms folded, watched the n in black, doubting their ability to kill him since the gap in their strength was so vast.
Number Ten asked He Dalong, "Have you made up your mind? Do you really want to kill him?"
He Dalong looked at Ling Zhenfei and said, "Of course. We were just about to kill him earlier. He already knows I staged the attack, so if I don't kill him, do you think he'd let go?"
"You're quite smart, lad. With this man's strength, there are a thousand ways he could kill you. If I had known his strength was like this before, I wouldn't have taken on the job at all."
Number Ten's face was expressionless, but his eyes were deeply serious. Even though he verbalized that dealing with Ling Zhenfei was straightforward, he knew well the disparity in strength between himself and Ling Zhenfei.
"Are you going to make a move or not? I don't have ti to listen to your chit-chat; I've got a lot to do after dealing with you guys."
Ling Zhenfei yawned, looking as though he was about to fall asleep.
Number Ten glanced at his brothers, and though he said nothing, they understood his intention and instantly began to move, surrounding Ling Zhenfei.
Ling Zhenfei focused his attention. Knowing that Number Ten had the confidence to kill him, there must be a reason, so he couldn't let his guard down.
The four n encircled Ling Zhenfei, and as if soone gave a signal, they each stretched out a hand to draw their thirteen-section whips from their waists.
The thirteen-section whip, made entirely of steel with a sharp point on the last section, was extrely dangerous. The four n brandished their thirteen-section whips, which rattled with a nacing sound.
Ling Zhenfei had already taken notice of the thirteen-section whips at their waists, so he was not surprised. The difference in strength could not be bridged with re weapons; re thirteen-section whips weren't of concern to Ling Zhenfei.
"Is your confidence really based on these external weapons?" Ling Zhenfei smiled and asked Number Ten.
Number Ten also smiled: "You'll find out soon enough."
As he spoke, Number Ten was the first to swing his thirteen-section whip towards Ling Zhenfei. The whip, nearly three ters long, lashed out like a long snake aiming for Ling Zhenfei's body.
With Number Ten taking the lead, the other three n also struck out in unison. The thirteen-section whips were like four long snakes, striking from all directions at Ling Zhenfei.
Although Ling Zhenfei had not taken the four individuals seriously, as the fight began, he couldn't help feeling astonished. No wonder Number Ten was so confident; the technique of the thirteen-section whip was indeed extraordinary.
Four steel whips, each longer than three ters, flew at Ling Zhenfei from above and below, aiming for his vital spots. However, the whips didn't interfere with each other or get entangled.
While the four steel whips did not disturb one another, they complented each other perfectly. If Ling Zhenfei attempted to attack any one of them, the other three would imdiately lash out.
This situation left Ling Zhenfei flanked and extrely uncomfortable, forcing him to dodge in all directions and, for a ti, he found himself trapped within the whip formation.
Ling Zhenfei was incredibly surprised; this peculiar whip formation was clearly not ordinary. He had no idea who had created it, but it managed to trap him—a cultivator at the Fourth Level of ZhiYi Realm—with just four people at the mid-stage of Mingmu Realm.
Overcoming the strong with the weak was not unheard of, but it usually required either exceptionally clever techniques or powerful treasures. Now, the n in black were using the forr, combining their coordinated movents into a formidable formation.
Ling Zhenfei's spiritual power was extrely strong. At the heart of the whip formation, he used his Northern Spiritual Energy to fend off the attacks. Although it didn't injure him, defeating the four adversaries was not going to be easy.
It was at this mont that Ling Zhenfei suddenly heard his phone ring from inside his Di Tian Shen Sui, and upon checking with his Divine Sense, he realized it was a call from Bai Ling.
A phone call from Bai Ling surely ant she wanted Ling Zhenfei to pick her up. Looking at the current ti, Bai Ling should not have arrived yet, but it was almost ti.
Rembering the promise he made to Bai Ling to pick her up on ti, he knew that if he didn't hurry, he might miss her.
But breaking through this steel whip formation was not going to be easy.
"How are you feeling now, Ling Zhenfei? Still think we're not a match for you? Now do you believe you'll die by our hands?"
Number Ten, seeing Ling Zhenfei's plight within the formation, overflowed with confidence and mocked him.
Ling Zhenfei also laughed, "re child's play. You're not afraid your tongue will crack from blowing your own trumpet?"
Number Ten laughed heartily, "Since you're so confident, then we'll show you sothing special. Let's see how you handle our Qiu Long Whip Formation."
As Number Ten finished speaking, the technique in his hands changed, which prompted a corresponding change in the techniques of the other three.
Suddenly, Ling Zhenfei felt the whip technique intensify, and the encircling formation began to tighten, its strength seemingly multiplying compared to before.
Ling Zhenfei was astounded. Although he could cope, he was incredibly shocked, not knowing how many more changes this formation could undergo. If it kept on changing, he might indeed end up trapped and possibly perish within the whip formation.
Then, the phone from Di Tian Shen Sui rang once more with a call from Bai Ling. Ling Zhenfei knew he could not wait any longer; he had to find a way to break the formation.
Based on his past experience, one simple way to break a formation was to find its flaw, but he had tried and found none in this formation.
Moreover, the technique had just undergone a change, making it hard to locate any flaw. Yet, another straightforward thod to break a formation was to break through in one direction.
With four directions and four people, if he could break through one direction, one person, then the technique would naturally collapse.
But the designer of this whip technique was too cunning, creating it with such exquisite intricacy. Wanting to attack any one person was made difficult by the others, who coordinated in response, truly not easy to deal with.
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