Chapter 47: Slaughter of the Eighth-Level Spirit Master

Gu Feng saw the anger in his opponent’s eyes and knew the man was quick-tempered—just the type to walk into a trap with the slightest provocation. With this in mind, Gu Feng used the system to mask his intentions and secretly sent a transmission to Senyuan Town’s ninth-level spirit wielder, a gaunt old man: “In a moment, I’ll enrage him and challenge him to a duel. Once he comes near me, seize the opportunity and deliver a fatal blow. As long as we kill this ninth-level spirit wielder, victory will be ours.”

The gaunt elder immediately refused the idea, looking down on Gu Feng for suggesting such underhanded tactics. In his eyes, someone so young who already favored sneaky ambushes was bound to be unfit for the grand stage in the future.

Gu Feng replied in exasperation, “This is a battlefield. On the battlefield, you use every means to defeat the enemy. Victory is all that matters—do you understand?”

The old man, himself a soldier, fell silent at those words.

Worried that the bandit brute might grow suspicious, Gu Feng sneered at him, saying, “You think you’re a threat to me? If you’re really a man and not a coward, come out and fight me one-on-one.”

“What did you say?”

The words were so startling that both the people of Senyuan Town and the bandits stared at Gu Feng as if he were mad. They all thought he’d lost his mind. The bandit brute was a solid eighth-level spirit wielder, and even if Gu Feng was prodigiously gifted…

But when Gu Feng rose into the air, unleashing the unique aura of a spirit wielder, everyone was stunned once more. It was obvious at a glance that Gu Feng was still young, with a hint of boyishness in his features. Yet he was already a spirit wielder. For someone of his age to possess such power, not even his detractors could find the words to speak.

The bandit brute was furious. Despite his astonishment at Gu Feng’s talent, he was infuriated at being called less than a man. What man wouldn’t be? Only someone who truly wasn’t a man could remain unmoved by such an insult.

“You arrogant brat! I think you’re the real bandit here.”

His unexpected retort made even the people of Senyuan Town look at Gu Feng—it seemed the bandit brute made a fair point.

Gu Feng laughed coldly. “Cowardly wretch, with your character, you’re only fit to be a beast, not a bandit.”

“You’re courting death!”

The bandit brute released his eighth-level spirit wielder’s formidable aura, pressing down on Gu Feng so hard that he was forced down beneath the city wall.

The people of Senyuan Town who witnessed this were shocked.

With a thunderous crash, Gu Feng hit the ground, shattering the flagstones and collapsing the earth within a ten-meter radius, forming a pit. Stifling a grunt, Gu Feng used the system to withstand the crushing pressure and managed to remain standing.

The bandit brute was once again amazed. This youth was not only insolent, but he truly had some ability. Despite being suppressed by someone seven minor realms above him, he didn’t collapse; he was still on his feet.

With the immense pressure bearing down, Gu Feng continued to provoke, “Is this all you’ve got?”

With a swish, Gu Feng unleashed his full strength and sent a “Heavy Qi Slash” straight at the bandit brute.

Everyone watching was flabbergasted. The disparity was so great, yet Gu Feng dared to strike back.

Repeatedly scorned by Gu Feng, the bandit brute finally lost all reason. With a casual wave, he shattered Gu Feng’s attack and lunged toward him with a burst of speed.

As the bandit brute charged, the bandits’ ninth-level spirit wielder moved his lips as if to speak, but in the end, he said nothing. He simply frowned deeply at the ninth-level spirit wielder of Senyuan Town.

The latter watched as the bandit brute drew near the city wall, the perfect moment to strike. He hesitated, struggling internally, but seeing Gu Feng’s unwavering composure in the face of danger, he was moved. With a sudden surge of resolve, he erupted into action, attacking the bandit brute.

The bandits’ ninth-level spirit wielder shouted, “No!” and leapt forward, also accelerating toward the Senyuan Town elder.

Both sides held their breath as their top experts clashed, not daring to make a sound, eyes fixed on the confrontation.

Sensing the expert rushing him, the bandit brute was alarmed. Glancing at Gu Feng, he saw the cold smile on his face—he realized too late that he had fallen into a trap.

“Die!” roared the ninth-level spirit wielder of Senyuan Town, his longsword slashing down with deadly force.

A streak of azure sword light fell.

“No!” cried the bandit brute, but as he looked up, the sword light was already upon him—there was no time to evade.

With a thunderous crash and a spray of blood, the bandit brute was cut in two by the sword light, his body falling to the earth in halves.

The onlookers stared, dumbfounded.

It was almost unthinkable—an eighth-level spirit wielder killed like that. Was the gap truly so vast, or had the bandit brute simply been careless?

With a furious roar, the bandits’ ninth-level spirit wielder slashed at the Senyuan Town elder, a blue light arcing through the air.

But unfortunately, water-based attacks lacked speed. The Senyuan Town elder, a wielder of wind, gathered his strength quickly after slaying the bandit brute and slashed at the incoming attack.

The two forces collided in midair.

A thunderous explosion rang out, blue and green lights bursting like fireworks, dazzling and beautiful.

Yet as those beautiful lights rained down, everyone scrambled to avoid them, not daring to touch. The aftermath of ninth-level spirit wielder attacks was not something they could withstand.

Gu Feng, his scheme a success, rose into the air once more, dodging the shockwaves as he shouted, “Charge! Annihilate these bandits!”

Without hesitation, he led the assault against the bandit ranks, deliberately avoiding any enemy spirit wielder above the third tier.

On the city walls and among the distant bandits, everyone was still stunned. Usually, it was the bandits who attacked the city, but now, they were being counterattacked. It took them a moment to process the reversal.

“Kill!” roared Zhu Genghua, the town chief, quickly grasping the situation. He leapt into the air and led the charge against the bandits.

With the town chief leading, the others snapped out of their daze.

“Kill!”

The cries of battle erupted in unison.

All three city gates—one large, two small—were thrown open, and waves of regular troops surged forward.

Having slain one of the enemy’s eighth-level spirit wielders, Senyuan Town had won a decisive first victory. Their morale soared, and the soldiers charged with reckless courage.

Of course, what truly inspired these warriors was Gu Feng’s example—a youth, unafraid of death, leading the assault. As true soldiers, how could they lag behind?

The bandit army, meanwhile, was thrown into disarray, having lost an eighth-level spirit wielder—their commander, no less.

Another eighth-level bandit, seeing his comrade slain by trickery, glared at Gu Feng with murderous fury, longing to tear him apart.

He had been seeking an opportunity, but never imagined Gu Feng would be so brazen and overconfident as to charge in alone. Such a chance—how could he let it slip by?