Battle of Wits and Courage

Yan Liqiang tightly gripped the hook in his hand as he panted violently while watching the three bodies on the ground.

He hadn't eaten anything since noon. A run of more than ten kilometers with three people chasing behind him and an intensive workout within a short period of time on top of that — killing three people in a row was indeed extremely exhausting for a youth who wasn't even a Martial Warrior yet.

The commotion from the cold and violent killing earlier seemed to have frightened the bugs in the forest. The buzzing noises around Yan Liqiang faded instantly in just a short amount of time. A few birds that were perched on the tree were also startled and had flown away. The forest was in complete silence.

The moment Yan Liqiang picked up the hook he had conveniently stolen from the roasted meat stall in the marketplace, he had already chosen this place as the location to send his pursuers to hell.