Only My Way

Chapter 42: It seems I've won... ...

“Awoo ~ ~ ~”

Watching the wolf pack being quickly dealt with amidst mournful cries.

Ling Wuyuan, squatting on the big tree, immediately felt very satisfied.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Only one oriole is needed.

Therefore, the wolf pack, as an uncertain factor, needed to be cleared out in advance.

After being forced out by him.

Facing two stronger individuals filled with killing intent, let alone ordinary wild wolves, even the wolf king among the pack could only be described as having no power to resist.

Although it was massive in size.

Its thick and glossy fur was like paper when faced with the enemies' swords, easily cut open!

As for its claws and teeth, which it relied on for hunting, they had no chance of hitting the enemy, easily dodged by the two with exceptionally rich combat experience.

In just a few seconds.

The wolf king, the size of a bull, fell forever under the blades of the two.

Even its huge wolf head was chopped off on the spot, allowing fresh wolf blood, steaming with heat, to flow continuously, slowly irrigating the soft surface of the soil, nourishing this land bit by bit.

After successfully eliminating the wolf pack that wanted to take advantage of their injuries, the two, unaware that the wolves were purely being schemed against, finally completely relaxed.

Feeling that there were no additional disturbing factors around.

Next.

It was time to test each other's true strength.

With the emergence of this thought,

The flashing of knives and swords between the two naturally became more ruthless, with no reservations!

The exquisite and profound nature of the techniques greatly benefited Ling Wuyuan.

After all, no one was willing to use their life to practice martial arts for him before.

Many things, for him, were merely staying on the pages of books.

Therefore, the life-and-death struggle between the two.

Made him have more practical insights into the real battle of life and death.

For example: cost.

One cannot expect perfection in battle.

Sometimes, one should pay some price to make the opponent pay more.

Fighting is not just about skill, speed, and strength, but also about who is more ruthless, ruthless to oneself, ruthless to others… …

After seeing a guy deliberately sacrifice one of his arms to gain an attack opportunity, allowing his long sword to successfully stab into the enemy's abdomen and stir it twice, Ling Wuyuan couldn't help but smile… …

Then.

He quietly took out the special arrow he had put back into the quiver and nocked it on the bowstring.

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In the area full of battle scars and wolf corpses.

Che Xianwei, as a swordsman who no longer had a sword in his hand, took a deep breath and did not continue to approach his severely injured opponent.

Instead, he tore off a strip of cloth from his body and quickly tied his left arm, which had lost its left palm, tightly to prevent the blood from continuing to flow out in large quantities.

Then, he picked up his severed palm and slowly retreated.

He had no intention of continuing to finish him off.

The reason was simple.

He was worried that the dying opponent would launch a desperate attack.

Having already secured victory.

He didn't need to take that risk.

Thinking of this.

Although Che Xianwei was very embarrassed, he was still quite satisfied.

While slowly retreating.

He pondered that he must go to the nearest town as soon as possible to reattach his severed hand.

Although it was very difficult to ensure that there would be no sequelae after the severed palm was reattached, it was not difficult to restore most of its function, as long as the time was not delayed for too long.

And as he was already right-handed and good at using the sword with his right hand, he didn't have much need for the flexibility of his left arm.

Therefore.

The price he paid now was completely within acceptable limits for him and would not affect his most fundamental strength.

And.

Thinking that he could take the treasure alone and receive the inheritance of his two companions, he even felt that he could be considered to have made a profit.

How should I put it… …

Although the development of the matter was a bit beyond his expectations and did not conform to his previous idea of the three of them finding the treasure together, then escaping to a distant place and jointly establishing a force, and living a good life from then on, but… … since his companions could not be of one mind with him, then finding a way to kill them and then receiving their inheritance was also a very good choice.

Anyway, the approximate location of the treasure has already been found, within a radius of dozens of miles.

If I can't find it in a year, I'll spend ten years.

If I can't find it in ten years, I'll spend a hundred years!

I still have hundreds of years of life, I can afford to wait… …

Right now.

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Although he didn't know what Che Xianwei was thinking, his opponent was full of unwillingness as he watched the other party retreating.

The opponent stood in place with a knife in one hand, looking at the sword still stuck in his stomach and the through hole that was forcibly stirred out of his stomach, blood flowed from his mouth before he could even open it.

He wanted to move forward, forcibly exchanging one life for another with Che Xianwei.

However, just after taking a step forward, a large amount of blood and fragments of internal organs, along with the sword, slowly fell to the ground… …

“Ding ~”

“Whirr whirr whirr… … ”

Listening to the sound of the sword falling to the ground, and the sound of his blood, along with fragments of flesh and internal organs, slowly dripping to the ground.

Looking at Che Xianwei, who was still slowly retreating to widen the distance.

Although the long knife in his hand was still tightly held.

His heart had already fallen to the bottom.

He understood that he probably had no chance anymore… …

However, looking at the egg-sized penetrating wound in his abdomen and the opponent who was getting further and further away, obviously trying to drag him to his death, he still reluctantly took two more steps forward.

“Whirr whirr whirr… … ”

That was the blood that flowed more and more with his movements.

Before long.

“Thump… … ”

In a muffled sound, the opponent's legs softened and he knelt on the grass.

Even the long knife in his hand was unable to be held tightly.

A large amount of blood slowly spread out with him as the center… …

Looking at this scene.

Che Xianwei also showed a smug smile.

His footsteps stopped retreating and he stood still.

He calmly announced in the posture of a victor: "Wen Changyu, it seems I've won... ..."

Causing the other party to glare angrily but helplessly.

However.

The next moment.

A sharp whistling sound rang out without warning behind Che Xianwei!

Not one sound!

But several sounds! !

That was a sound that formed a piece! ! !

Indistinctly.

Che Xianwei also heard the slight vibration of the bowstring.

In an instant.

‘Rain of arrows?’

Although he didn't know what had happened, Che Xianwei instinctively tried to dodge.

But at this moment, Wen Changyu, who had already given up struggling, unhesitatingly chose to use his last bit of strength to throw the long knife beside him with all his might, trying to block Che Xianwei's dodge direction… …