"You're just a rookie who got kicked out. Don't act like you know it all." Xiao Feng disdainfully threw down the words and opened the door, walking into the heavily surrounded hospital room.
On the bed sat an old man.
He looked haggard, with long silver-gray hair draped over his shoulders, clenching three bamboo skewers stained with fresh blood in his hand, staring blankly as murky tears flowed from his eyes.
In terms of appearance, he truly didn't look much different from a madman.
"Hehe...hahaha...hahahahaha..."
The old man let out a laugh devoid of any emotional tone, like a dentia patient.
Xiao Feng frowned, looking at the three bamboo skewers, suddenly thinking of a possibility.
That the old man in the hospital room might have so connection with the Daoist who had previously had Wang Tiezhu draw lots.
Perhaps they were from the sa sect, or even closer, like a master and disciple.
Getting a dying person to draw lots to divine fate depended crucially on the words "dying person."
It could be natural death or a man-made circumstance.
"It's fate! Fate, indeed!" The old man suddenly kneeled, looking up at the ceiling, "Fate truly wants to destroy ..."
After speaking, he suddenly turned his gaze to Xiao Feng, "Fate wants dead, then even if I die, I must drag as many as possible to accompany in the grave.
Young man, you are honored to die with ."
"Are you out of your damn mind..."
Xiao Feng initially intended to say "Are you out of your damn mind," but he realized that asking this was as redundant as asking the obvious.
Who cries and laughs like this and wants to drag others to the grave?
"You're saying fate wants you dead. I find that amusing. Fate wants you dead, so you just die?" Xiao Feng kept a calm face, though he was secretly vigilant.
He simultaneously guarded against the old man's sudden action and looked for an opportunity to attack stealthily.
The old man shook his head with a smile, "Young man, you must have read too many novels, right? Haven't you heard that you can't defy fate?
I already know I'm dood to die today; there's no avoiding it."
Xiao Feng continued questioning, "Fate is hard to defy, true, but it's not impossible to resist.
Isn't there a saying, as long as your mindset doesn't decline, there are always more solutions than problems?
How about I show you a clear path?"
"Oh?" The old man showed interest, "Go ahead."
Xiao Feng replied sincerely, "It's actually simple. You turn around, jump out the window, and head east out of the hospital.
Because the east is where the sunrise erges, teeming with endless vitality.
If you run about 20 miles, you'll see a temple built halfway up a mountain.
Choose to walk up the mountain, taking one step and kowtowing once, and you must be sincere.
Once at the temple gate, use the blood on your forehead to knock on the temple door, go in, kneel in the main hall, and after tomorrow, you'll naturally escape this calamity."
Of course, this was utter nonsense. Xiao Feng had no idea if there was a temple halfway up the mountain, but he wasn't really trying to show the old man a way out; getting the old man to leave would achieve his goal.
"Hehe, trying that on , you're still too green." The old man sneered, "I was going to give you so ti to say your last words, but it seems you won't get that chance now."
With that, he picked up the Duster on the bed, quickly approached Xiao Feng, and snapped it toward him.
Already alert, Xiao Feng imdiately raised his right hand, his fingers slightly curved to form an arc, seemingly to catch the old man's Duster.
"Damn!"
As soon as Xiao Feng touched the Duster, his right hand retracted instantly, and nurous small dots appeared on his palm, with tiny beads of blood slowly seeping out.
The old man's Duster was surprisingly as hard as steel needles, not as soft as it appeared.
If he hadn't retracted his hand in ti, Xiao Feng's palm would have been riddled with holes!
"Not bad, not bad. You're quick in response. When you get 'down there,' you can be one of my main fighters." The old man nodded in satisfaction, like a leader discovering a talent.
Xiao Feng rubbed his hands together, silently reaching for the Thunder Pattern Steel in his back pocket.
"Stop those little tricks, do you think I'm blind?" The old man said expressionlessly, lunging forward again, thrusting the Duster out.
Xiao Feng swiftly pulled out the Thunder Pattern Steel, shouting, "Watch out, Dipper!"
The old man didn't underestimate him, imdiately withdrew the Duster, retreating three steps while staring at the Thunder Pattern Steel in Xiao Feng's hand, asking, "Does it contain electricity?"
Xiao Feng was sowhat surprised; this was the first ti soone recognized the Thunder Pattern Steel.
Of course, it had to do with the fact that he hadn't used it much.
There was just one thing that puzzled Xiao Feng; the other person only ntioned "electricity" but didn't directly na the Thunder Pattern Steel.
Could he have recognized it from the patterns on the surface of the Thunder Pattern Steel?
As he thought this, the old man's attack ca again; the Duster lunged at Xiao Feng's face to block his view, while a kick flew towards Xiao Feng's abdon.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Xiao Feng was slamd into the wall behind him, coughing uncontrollably.
He finally understood why Hua Ling couldn't handle the old man; the old man was indeed formidable, his actions, though not complicated, showed perfect battle awareness and timing!
After landing the blow, the old man didn't give Xiao Feng a chance to catch his breath, repeating his previous moves, using the Duster as a feint and following with body strikes.
However, this feint wasn't in the usual sense.
Xiao Feng could confidently say that if he dared ignore the incoming Duster, the feint would imdiately beco a real attack, leaving him severely injured or disfigured.
"Screw you!" Xiao Feng cursed, swinging the Thunder Pattern Steel randomly in front of him, forcing the old man to retreat temporarily, buying so breathing ti.
"Whoosh!"
A sharp sound of slicing through the wind was heard.
Almost simultaneously, an Arrow pierced through the wooden door, spinning towards the old man.
Xiao Feng recognized the Arrow; it was Hua Ling's handiwork.
However, the old man remained calm, instinctively swinging the Duster to entangle the Arrow, redirecting it off its original course.
"Thump!"
The Arrow embedded itself in the wall, quivering at the tail.
"Can you aim better?" Xiao Feng shouted towards the door.
"If you're so good, you do it!" Hua Ling retorted irritably, "It's easy to criticize when you're not the one doing it!"
As soon as Hua Ling's voice fell, three Arrows ford a vertical line, piercing the door towards the old man's head, chest, and waist.
Whether or not the old man could dodge, Xiao Feng seized the opportunity, swinging the Thunder Pattern Steel forward.
"Swish!"
Despite the old man's speed and reaction, the Thunder Pattern Steel brushed against his hand.
Instantly, a wave of numbness surged through his body, making him involuntarily start dancing the tap dance.
A trace of horror flashed in the old man's eyes. He knew the thing that looked like a Water Dipper contained electrical power but never imagined its intensity was so high.
Seeing he had gained the upper hand, Xiao Feng imdiately charged forward, ready to puml the fallen opponent, intending to shock him into losing combat capability.
But just as he got in front of the old man, the silver-white Duster was aid directly at him.
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