Chapter 13: Counter-kill in the Snow!

"Stop!!"

In the midst of the stern shout,

two figures had already surpassed the pavilion master's shadow and rushed into the jungle.

Bear Peak Pavilion Master glanced at the hunter he was holding in his hand, a chill flashing deep in his gaze.

"Stone Hunter, Xiao Ba's vengeance, we will certainly avenge it."

"Master, you must catch... "

Crack!

The hunter's words abruptly ceased, staring in disbelief at the man with an indifferent expression.

Bear Peak Pavilion Master casually tossed aside the hunter's corpse and his legs forcefully exerted strength.

Boom!

Snowflakes and dirt erupted from the ground creating a pit, and his huge frame, like that of a real black bear, charged into the jungle.

Liang Hui, who was rapidly weaving through the forest, felt the figures behind him starting to lag.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly upward.

"Compared to Green Wolf Fist, Bear Rock Fist truly suffers in speed. Even if he's a realm ahead of me, it's no good, not to mention that I've mastered the Exotic Beast's power techniques."

However, Liang Hui did not increase his speed but instead began to slow down gradually.

Maintaining a sufficient distance from the three men behind him,

ensuring they wouldn't give up the pursuit, yet keeping their attacks from harming him.

Time passed in such a chase, half an hour went by.

Liang Hui felt the weariness in his body and a hint of ice flashed through his eyes.

He gripped the bow and arrows strapped to his back.

He turned around!

He took the bow and arrow, drew an arrow, and nocked it.

His arm exerted force suddenly, pulling the bow to full draw.

He shot! He shot!

Whiz! Whiz!

His target was the man with the scarred face.

The arrow, shining with a metallic chill, crossed the spatial barrier in a blink.

As the man's panicked eyes watched, it sped toward him.

Ah!

He bellowed with all his might, trying to dodge.

But the fatigue from the prolonged chase caused a natural hesitation in his movements.

Rip! Rip!

One arrow entered the eye socket, another passed through the throat.

With chunks of flesh, they pinned him to a tree.

The scarred-faced man fell instantly, sliding several meters across the snowy ground due to inertia.

"Elder brother!"

"Third Junior Brother!"

"Scoundrel, I'm going to kill you!!!"

Two figures suddenly stopped, then their speed increased once more, charging towards Liang Hui.

Meanwhile, Liang Hui had already turned away at the moment the arrows were fired, not even looking at the results of the battle.

He turned and fled once more.

After running some distance, Liang Hui looked behind him and saw that his pursuers had not caught up.

He slowed his pace and after waiting a moment, he turned around and went back.

Thump!

He kicked the snow off a tree, attracting the attention of the two men tending to the body below.

Holding his bow and arrow at them,

"Scoundrel, die!"

Bear Peak Pavilion Master and his leading disciple had to give up on tending to the body and began the pursuit once again.

But, because of the bow and arrow, they were even slower, constantly wary of the arrows.

After chasing for a while, the two men stopped in their tracks.

Whiz!

An arrow sliced through the air towards the remaining young man.

Crack!

The young man, having prepared himself, swatted the arrow shaft aside while simultaneously dodging to one side.

But the arrow was too fast, and his long pursuit had left his spirit unable to remain highly focused.

The barbed arrowhead grazed his face, slicing off a large chunk of flesh.

Ah!

The shrill howls echoed through the jungle.

The young man covered one side of his face with his hand while constantly retreating.

And the Bear Peak Pavilion Master immediately got in front of the young man, using his huge body to shield the disciple's retreating form.

The Bear Peak Pavilion Master watched intently, his gaze heavy as he looked at the figure standing by the tree trunk with bow in hand, his fists clenched tight.

Through the repeated pulling earlier, he had a rough idea of the masked man's intentions.

Undoubtedly, the masked man planned to exhaust them to death here with his bow and arrows, and at this moment, he felt some regret for killing the hunter too soon.

If the hunter were still alive, at least he could have restrained the masked man.

"The chase just now was a misunderstanding on our part, I am willing to make compensation. How about we let bygones be bygones?"

Phut!

Liang Hui couldn't help but let out a snort of sarcastic laughter.

This was a life-and-death struggle, not child's play.

The figure disappeared, moving continuously around the periphery of the two men, like a lead wolf about to hunt its prey.

And the Bear Peak Pavilion Master, with Liang Hui's movements, had to change directions to protect his disciple.

The two began a confrontation within a hundred meters radius.

Less than half an hour had passed, and the Bear Peak Pavilion Master felt exhausted. He knew he couldn't go on like this.

Once they ran out of sufficient strength and abundant spirit, they would likely both die here.

"Master, don't worry about me, you go first. The martial pavilion can't be without you," said a shaky figure, standing up and speaking in a low voice.

The young man's face was wrapped in a torn cloth, soaked with fresh blood stains.

However, his exposed eyes were filled with determination.

The Bear Peak Pavilion Master looked sadly at his first disciple for a moment, then his huge body suddenly surged with power and he burst into the jungle.

And Liang Hui simply watched the scene calmly, not immediately giving chase.

His gaze turned to the young man not far away, who was covering his vital parts with his palms, rapidly approaching him.

He raised his bow, placed an arrow, and shot it.

All in one breath!

Crrack! Crrack!

The arrows aimed at vitals were blocked, but they still pierced through the palm and arm.

Yet the young man, seemingly not feeling it, howled and charged at Liang Hui.

The collision was filled with violence.

If I die, you're coming with me!

The young man's eyes showed ripples of emotion, as he dropped his bow and arrows to directly face this desperate charge.

He dodged to the side!

His leg muscles powered up, condensing his waist, chest, and arms into a single force in an instant, like a pulled bow.

Then he snapped back, colliding with the young man in an even more explosive manner.

Crackle! Crackle!

Bones broke bit by bit like fireworks, echoing between them.

Afterward, the young man's body, like a torn sack, flew across the air, crashing into the snow without any further movement.

Pulling out an arrow, Liang Hui walked slowly towards where his enemy had fallen, looking indifferently at the young man with half his body twisted.

The young man's lips seemed to be moving, as if trying to say something?

Liang Hui's hand drove the arrow straight into the young man's eye socket.

Crrack!

A thrust deep enough to exit the back of his head.

Only then did he release the arrow, murmuring softly, "Of course, it's Bear Rock Fist, and I've mastered it better than you."

Only then did he look towards the direction in which the pavilion master had fled.

Picking up his bow and arrows unhurriedly, he followed in the direction of the pavilion master's escape.

Although it bears the diminutive 'small,' Small Golden Mountain is still a mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles.

And during the chase just now, Liang Hui had deliberately led the pursuit deep into the mountain range.

How could one possibly leave within a short time now?

In less than the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Liang Hui had caught up with the pavilion master.

Without hesitation, he shot two arrows with a raise of his hand.

However, all were dodged by the pavilion master.

Seeing the masked man catching up, the Bear Peak Martial Pavilion's pavilion master's eyes were filled with an icy intent to kill. He knew all too well what this meant.

His first disciple must have died.

Run!

But now, he could only run, otherwise, he was certain to be exhausted to death in the mountains by the masked man.

Watching the large figure pressing forward, Liang Hui followed with a deep, unfathomable gaze.