Chapter 73: The Snipe and the Clam

Clang—

The blade tip stabbed at the first-tier enforcer's throat, as if stabbing into steel, making a harsh sound of metal clashing!

The Fire-Tamper immediately felt his hand go numb, and a bad premonition surged into his heart. The next moment, the enforcer who had lost his balance suddenly twisted his body, and a black fist smashed into his jaw with a whistle. The terrifying force directly sent him flying!

Broken teeth mixed with blood scattered on the barren earth. This punch left the Fire-Tamper dizzy. He subconsciously raised his hand to steal the other party's weapon, but stole nothing...

He couldn't steal someone else's "fist".

That enforcer didn't expect that the frontal combat power of this group of "thieves" would be so unbearable. His confidence grew wildly, and he whipped his leg out suddenly!

Just then, his eyes suddenly went pitch black!

Having lost his target and direction, his kick could only hit the void, and he almost fell to the ground himself because he lost his balance.

"What's going on? I, how did I..."

Losing his sight in such a chaotic battlefield made this enforcer who had just stepped onto the divine path panic. He raised his hands like a blind man, groping in the darkness and calling out in terror.

Then, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if something was pressed against it.

Bang—!

A gunshot.

His head exploded instantly, and blood and brains splashed on the ground like a blooming bouquet.

A wisp of blue smoke drifted from the muzzle. No. 8 stood behind the collapsed corpse with a gun in one hand, his face expressionless.

"I said, don't underestimate the enemy."

That Fire-Tamper whose jaw had been shattered by a punch struggled to stand up, his eyes full of pain.

No. 8 looked at the battlefield to the side. Four first-tier Soldier God Path users and four Fire-Tampers were fighting in a group. In close combat, the Soldier God Path had a clear advantage, almost suppressing the other Fire-Tampers, while the latter could only barely maintain the situation by constantly stealing weapons.

Among the seven Fire-Tampers who entered the Ancient Soldier Path Treasury this time, only No. 8 had reached the third tier. He snorted coldly and was about to walk toward that battlefield when a voice came from afar:

"Fire."

A sheet of rice paper opened in the wind, and a scorching fireball shot out from the [Fire] character, smashing straight at No. 8's face!

No. 8 frowned, and his figure immediately retreated. The intense fire exploded at his previous position, almost engulfing him...

"Just a first-tier Book God Path user, truly courting death!"

Cold light flashed in No. 8's eyes. He immediately gave up helping the other Fire-Tampers and turned to rush toward Pu Wen on the hill. The latter's expression was extremely solemn. He didn't hesitate to take out another sheet of rice paper from his sleeve, and just as he was about to open it, the paper disappeared into thin air.

At the same time, No. 8 tore the rice paper in his hand into pieces and said coldly: "Stole your character, let's see what else you can do?"

Seeing No. 8 getting closer and closer, Pu Wen subconsciously took a step back and shouted to the side:

"Yan Xicai! What are you still waiting for?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Xicai, who had been hiding on the side watching the show, finally made a move. He raised his hand wearing the ruby ring in the air and spat out a cold word from his throat:

"Knead—"

Invisible torque erupted from the void. No. 8's hair stood on end, and he dodged to the side without hesitation. Even so, his right hand was still caught in it!

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and No. 8's arm was visibly twisted into a twist, hanging limply. He let out a painful growl, his eyes full of rage as he looked at Yan Xicai!

The moment Yan Xicai met his gaze, he turned and ran without hesitation!

"Sure enough." Pu Wen's eyes flashed with brilliance. "Your 'Stealing Objects' also has a distance limit... You can steal my rice paper now, but you can't steal his ring. This limit distance... should be less than fifty meters?"

No. 8's heart jumped, and he looked at Pu Wen with unprecedented solemnity... He still underestimated these young people.

This guy had already formulated a plan against him!

No. 8 gave a look to the Fire-Tamper beside him, who immediately understood, stole a few weapons, and chased in the direction Yan Xicai was fleeing!

Originally, there were many enforcers who hadn't stepped onto the divine path blocking that path, but when they saw No. 10 rushing over with killing intent, they all exclaimed and ran to the sides for their lives, clearing a path for him.

"You are very smart, but so what?" No. 8 turned back and said grimly, "Your teammate doesn't seem that reliable... He ran away, how will you survive?"

Pu Wen didn't speak, nor did he take out any more rice paper. Instead, he formed a seal with one hand in front of him and whispered: "Wind."

At the same time, under his close-fitting clothes, a sheet of rice paper used for life-saving quickly faded. A whirlwind blew up from the void, blowing his robes fluttering... His figure swayed, and with the blessing of the wind, he fled into the distance at an astonishing speed!

He actually still had rice paper?!

No. 8 gritted his teeth and chased after him quickly. He could see that this young man of the Book God Path was Yan Xicai's strategist and the most difficult one to deal with.

No. 10 had already gone to hunt down Yan Xicai. As long as he stole the other party's sacrificial vessel, killing him shouldn't be difficult... As long as he killed Pu Wen and Yan Xicai, just relying on this group of mob enforcers, they wouldn't be able to achieve anything.

……

On the other side.

Yan Xicai ran wildly into the distance with two enforcers.

"Young Master Yan, aren't you following the plan to help Young Master Pu?" An enforcer asked blankly.

"How can I help? If I don't run, they'll steal my ring in a while, and then how will I defend myself?" Yan Xicai clutched the ring in his hand like a treasure. "This thing is very precious... it must never fall into anyone else's hands."

The three of them ran wildly for hundreds of meters before stopping to catch their breath. Yan Xicai was about to say something when his palm suddenly felt light.

He was stunned for a moment and looked down.

The red ring had already disappeared...

"Finally caught up with you." A voice came from not far away. Yan Xicai turned to look and saw the Fire-Tamper codenamed No. 10 playing with the red ring, sneering at the three of them, "Run, why aren't you running anymore?"

Yan Xicai's face turned deathly pale!

He pushed the two enforcers behind him without hesitation, pushing them toward No. 10, and turned to continue running down the hill!

The two enforcers didn't expect Yan Xicai to be so ruthless. Caught off guard, they crashed into No. 10's face.

No. 10 snorted coldly, a short sword slid into his palm, and after dodging half a step to the side, he instantly slashed the throat of one enforcer. The other reacted and screamed, wanting to flee, but was still killed by No. 10 with a sword.

Two corpses fell to the ground one after another. No. 10, covered in blood, looked in the direction Yan Xicai was fleeing, his eyes extremely cold.