Shi Feng’s path was suddenly intercepted by a dark figure erging from the shadows; the person was clad in night clothes, their face veiled by a black cloth, giving off the impression that they were born from the darkness itself.
"Shadow No.9 has been ordered by the master to inform you that the fifty-five tis gravity room has been completed. Would you like to go there now?" the man in black spoke up.
"Shadow No.9? A mber of Long Chen’s organization?" Shi Feng, still frowning, looked at Shadow No.9. His martial intuition told him that the uncomfortable feeling he had earlier wasn’t coming from Shadow No.9.
"There must be another person hidden around here, and they’re not weak. I bet Long Chen has soone else secretly watching , huh!" thought Shi Feng to himself. He then told Shadow No.9, "Lead the way."
"Yes!" Having said that, Shadow No.9 already turned and with a flutter of his dark silhouette, he bounded away in the darkness, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Shi Feng also hurried to follow, sprinting rapidly; maintaining his speed at the limit every second was the most basic form of training to strengthen his body. Now that his Dantian wasn’t repaired yet, Shi Feng could only focus on how to make his body stronger.
With the shadowy figure dashing ahead, Shi Feng ran swiftly behind, and Shadow No.9 secretly marveled.
Originally, Shadow No.9, a martial artist at the peak of the Nine-star Warrior Realm using the Shadow Body thod, had thought that he would have to stop and wait after each dash for the young man, who was rely at the Two-star Warrior Realm.
Unexpectedly, the Two-star Warrior Realm youth maintained his limit speed and closely followed behind him the entire ti. Such speed, purely based on physical power, should at least be at the Martial Master Realm.
Shadows were operatives trained by Long Chen over the years, specialized in assassination and intelligence gathering. Shadow No.9 was rely an alias; once given such a code, their forr na ceased to exist, and Shadow No.9 would be their lifelong moniker.
Training in assassination and intelligence ant a focus on speed was critical – a successful assassination necessitated imdiate withdrawal, and intelligence had to be delivered to Long Chen’s hands as swiftly as possible.
Shadow No.9 wasn’t the fastest among the Shadows, but he firmly believed that with his unique Shadow Body thod, he was the fastest of the Warrior Realm. Yet today, he t Shi Feng, who matched his speed just by running. If Shi Feng were to use his movent technique...
Indeed, if Shi Feng were to employ his movent technique, a single leap or flash would place him imdiately in front of Shadow No.9. It wasn’t a comparison of speed that mattered now but rather requiring the other to lead the way.
In Shi Feng’s eyes, this Shadow Body thod that Shadow No.9 took pride in was nothing but garbage among garbage, a waste of ti even to practice.
Shi Feng wondered internally if revealing his thoughts aloud would make Shadow No.9 spit blood in anger.
Shadow No.9 led Shi Feng through a forest, which was the beautiful Xiuling Mountain beside Xiuling Village, nad for its scenic beauty.
In a dense area of Xiuling Mountain, beneath a towering cliff, an entrance to a cave had been hewn from the rock. Two imposing, fierce-looking n stood guard by the cave.
"Zhao Long, who is this expert for whom the highness ordered us to wait and even arranged a fifty-five tis gravity room? I thought in this remote little city our strength at the Two-star Martial Spirit Realm would allow us to do as we please without fear," remarked the big man nad Zhang Hu.
Zhao Long replied, "There are always higher heavens and greater people out there. Sotis small places can be ho to once-famous experts who have grown tired of fa, fortune, and strife.
Being able to cultivate in a fifty-five tis gravity room, they surely must be at the Martial King Realm. Even if not at the Martial King Realm, they’re at least a Nine-star Martial Spirit at the peak of their strength."
"That goes without saying," Zhang Hu nodded in agreent. Just then, a rustling ca from the forest before them, and Zhao Long and Zhang Hu looked towards the sound, spotting a dark figure leaping and flashing through the trees, followed closely by a younger figure in a frenzied sprint.
"What’s this?" frowned Zhang Hu and then said, "Didn’t they say that Shadow No.9 was to lead that expert here by the orders of the highness? Why did he only bring a kid at the Warrior Realm? Could Shadow No.9 have mistaken the person?"
"It’s unlikely," Zhao Long shook his head, "Shadows are always cautious in their missions; they would never make such a fundantal mistake. I suppose this young man must be the disciple of that expert, sent ahead while the expert himself will arrive shortly."
"You’re probably right," Zhang Hu nodded, accepting the reasoning.
In a few breaths’ ti, Shadow No.9 appeared before Zhao Long and Zhang Hu, followed shortly by Shi Feng.
Glancing into the cave and feeling the force of gravity within, Shi Feng nodded in satisfaction and said, "Long Chen’s work efficiency isn’t bad. I didn’t expect that in less than one night, he actually managed to complete the fifty-five tis gravity room."
"Impudent!"
"Audacious!"
As soon as Shi Feng finished speaking, he was t with furious shouts from Zhao Long and Zhang Hu. The two n’s faces filled with a murderous aura as they charged at Shi Feng. Zhang Hu bellowed, "Who are you to casually drop the highness’s na? If it weren’t for the esteed person behind you, I’d break your legs right now."
After Zhang Hu’s outburst, Zhao Long followed with his own shout, "The highness ordered us to prepare this gravity room for the person behind you as a gesture of honoring a noble and giving due respect to a powerful being. And you, you presumptuous brat, should hold your tongue!"
The tone of Shi Feng’s speech clearly made it sound as though Long Chen was his subordinate, there to attend to his needs, naturally inciting anger in two of Long Chen’s followers.
Seeing their attitudes, Shi Feng scoffed with disdain and said quietly, "I wonder how Long Chen teaches his servants, for they seem to have no sense of propriety whatsoever."
His voice was soft, yet it carried to everyone present.
"You!" Zhang Hu exploded once more: "Tonight, you’ll learn what rules are!" As his words ended, he threw a punch toward Shi Feng’s chest. His fist lit up with a purple glow, crackling with the sound of thunder, and streaks of lightning darted within the glow, faintly issuing roars like thunder.
Watching Zhang Hu’s punch barrel towards him, Shi Feng’s face showed no sign of alarm. Instead, he assud the air of a Martial Arts Master and comnted leisurely, "Electric Prison Thunder Fist! Quite a technique. However, it’s a pity that your fist carries the form but not the essence; its lethality is limited no matter how powerful it looks."
As Shi Feng spoke, Zhang Hu’s punch had already landed, his fist, accompanied by the purple lightning, struck with overwhelming force and penetrated Shi Feng’s body.
In the next mont, everyone present was taken aback...
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