Chapter 142: Eliminating a Powerful Enemy

There were at least twenty needles in that flying bunch of needles . Yan Liqiang continuously flung his arms with the fastest speed possible, sending out all the flying needles in just less than half a second .

The flying needles flew toward Mo Leng from all directions, toward at his head, neck, back, chest, abdomen, arms and legs… A few of them even flew toward him from a cunning angle, aiming at his rear and the areas below his knees .

The flying needles had been soaked in poison . Yan Liqiang would win as long as one of them hit their target .

However, Yan Liqiang had really underestimated the competence of a Martial Master expert . Rather, he didn't even think of how powerful a Martial Master was . Mo Leng was not just any ordinary Martial Master expert; he was an expert who was about to progress into becoming a Martial Grandmaster . He was simply far too powerful compared to Yan Liqiang .

Mo Leng's eyes, which had been shut all this time, suddenly snapped open when the flying needles were just less than two meters away from him during the quick ambush . Light flashed across his eyes as he leaned his entire body to the side in a strange way as though he was drunk before the gleams of his sword flashed around him .

DING! DING! DING! A series of subtle tinkling noises rang out at the same time .

Half of Yan Liqiang's flying needles instantly fell to the ground without hitting their targets while the other half were shattered by Mo Leng's gleaming sword .

If Mo Leng was only a Martial Warrior or a Supreme Martial Warrior, it would be difficult for him to dodge Yan Liqiang's flying needles . Unfortunately, this Mo Leng was simply too powerful .

"WHO!?"

With a frosty shout, Mo Leng's figure with a head full of white hair charged directly towards Yan Liqiang like lightning .

Yan Liqiang waved his hand and sent out two more flying needles towards Mo Leng . At the same time, he rushed towards the exit of the cave, pretending to flee .

The two flying needles in the air were also shattered by the longsword in Mo Leng's hands . Mo Leng caught a quick glimpse of Yan Liqiang's face which was veiled by the black mask before he immediately chased after Yan Liqiang .

Compared to that place with the big pit in the mountain, this cave passage, which was less than two meters high, was long and narrow . At most, only two people could pass through it at a time .

With Mo Leng in hot pursuit behind him, Yan Liqiang unleashed his Nine Palace Wind Shadow Steps . While fleeing, he continued to release flying needles behind him . In just a brief moment, both of them had reached the middle of the mountain passage .

When Yan Liqiang sensed that Mo Leng was only about ten meters away from catching up to him while they ran, Yan Liqiang took out the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon he had been hiding . While still running at a high speed, he spun around in midair and aimed the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon at Mo Leng who was rushing towards him .

Yan Liqiang saw Mo Leng's countenance instantly contort .

This was the moment where the life and death of both parties would be decided .

Yan Liqiang pressed down on the trigger of the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon which was aimed at Mo Leng . With a yell, Mo Leng thrusted the longsword in his hands towards Yan Liqiang .

A blazing white fire dragon swept toward the direction that Mo Leng was coming from . It took up every inch of available space in the narrow passage, making it impossible to evade . For a moment, the scorching high temperature actually made Yan Liqiang feel as though he were standing in front of a steelmaking furnace .

Mo Leng's longsword sliced through the flames as he flew towards Yan Liqiang .

The flames engulfed the longsword, momentarily slowing down the speed of the sword in the tunnel . It was during this brief moment that Yan Liqiang sensed that something sharp was already in front of him . Without even thinking, he used the metal pipe of the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon in his hands as a hidden weapon and smashed it against the gleaming blade while he turned around and leaped to the side without a second thought . . .

A blood-curdling scream rang out in his ears, and he soon felt a cold sensation on his arm soon afterward . His whole body was sent flying backwards by the huge impact before he heavily landed on the ground .

The final stage of their life and death duel ended in just less than a second .

Yan Liqiang, who had fallen to the ground, turned his head to the side and saw the longsword that Mo Leng had shoved toward him stuck in the ground right beside where he was, still vibrating . The tip of the longsword had pierced through the few layers of clothes he was wearing, right next to the skin on his arm . It left a wound that was neither severe nor light on his arm, and it had knocked him down to the ground at the same time .

"AHHHHHHH!!!!" A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the tunnel . The man engulfed in the white flames screamed loudly while he flailed his arms and legs around . Like a headless fly, he charged towards where Yan Liqiang was while he shouted crazily, "I'LL KILL YOU, I'LL KILL YOU!!"

Mo Leng's entire body was wrapped in the strange flames, and his face was no longer visible .

Yan Liqiang laid on the floor . Without even getting up, he sent two flying needles out again which disappeared into the figure engulfed by the flames .

"I'LL KILL…" The screams in the cave stopped abruptly as the human figure less than ten meters away from Yan Liqiang suddenly fell to his knees on the ground before he collapsed backwards and remained there motionlessly . Like a piece of ignited firewood, it burned silently in the cave .

Yan Liqiang gasped for air on the ground for a while before he reached out to pull out the longsword which had gone through a few of his clothes layers . He then got up .

When Yan Liqiang thought back about the scene from just now, he was shaken to his core . This was what it felt like to battle with your life .

In the battle earlier, he didn't expect Mo Leng's reflexes to be this quick as he was agile enough to dodge the flying needles while he was in the middle of his cultivation . He didn't anticipate Mo Leng's final attack in tossing his longsword before he died either . If it wasn't for the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon slowing down his longsword and Yan Liqiang's agility and reaction speed from training the hidden weapon technique cultivation, Mo Leng's final blow would have most definitely pierced through his chest .

Without a doubt, Mo Leng was the one that was in for the greatest surprise . He never expected Yan Liqiang to be carrying a terrifying weapon like the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon on him . It was precisely because Yan Liqiang had the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon that he turned around to run after his attacks had missed earlier . He didn't run to escape . Instead, he ran lead Mo Leng to the middle of the cave so he could maximize the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon's power in such a confined space .

Yan Liqiang survived and Mo Leng died — this was the final outcome . A Martial Master expert was killed by Yan Liqiang just like that in this strange cave .

Yan Liqiang held Mo Leng's sword in his hands and went to his corpse which was still burning . He lifted the sword and violently slashed Mo Leng's corpse a dozens times as though he was venting . After making sure Mo Leng couldn't be more dead, he turned around to pick up the metal cylinder that was left of the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon and turned around to quickly leave the cave . . .

The atmosphere outside the cave was still as dark and gloomy as ever . The incident which had transpired in the cave lasted for only less than half a minute . The winding way into the mountain cave made it impossible to see anything that was going on inside .

Two minutes later, Yan Liqiang arrived at a valley overrun with weeds and skeletons everywhere outside the mass grave . He tossed the longsword and the metal cylinder that was the remnant of the Thunderfire Dragon Cannon down there . Shortly after that, Yan Liqiang's figure blended into the darkness in just the blink of an eye .

By the time Yan Liqiang silently returned to his small courtyard in Wuyang Village, the 'firewood' inside the cave gradually grew dimmer and dimmer until nothing was left except for a pile of ashes . . .