Chapter 16: Weren’t You Looking For Me?
Xie Jin shouted into the Nether Mist, “Li Weiyi, your Senior Disciple Brother Zhao Meng is in our hands, and he’s in a terrible state; his kneecaps are shattered.”
“Don’t you brothers have deep affection for each other? Hand over the Buddha’s Sarira, and we’ll immediately arrange for a physician to treat him.”
“For a single Buddha’s Sarira, you’re truly selfish. And cowardly, afraid of death, haha, a turtle hiding its head…”
…
Zhao Meng’s legs and right arm were broken by steel rebar and had swollen due to lack of blood circulation.
Xie Tianshu ordered his men to strip off Zhao Meng’s clothes and pants. Immediately, the dislocated bones of his arm and his forward-bent lower leg were exposed to everyone’s sight.
It was horrifying, painful to the bone just to look at.
Seeing Zhao Meng in such a state and hearing his constant muffled groans, Xie Tianshu lost the desire to torture him for the moment. In such pain, any form of torture seemed redundant.
“I’m old, can’t deny it!”
Kong Fan emerged from the Medical Tent, putting on his clothes as he spoke. Though he said “I’m old,” the smile on his face couldn’t hide his inner triumph, as if he had returned to his youth.
He had only been inside for ten minutes.
Seeing the fat Kong Fan, Gao Huan’s eyes blazed with fury, and he roared, “He’s scum, I’m going to kill you!”
Gao Huan couldn’t charge forward and was kicked to the ground by a member of the kitchen team.
“Kid, you have good taste. She’s really fair and smooth.”
Kong Fan laughed mockingly and triumphantly, as if he would only be satisfied if he enraged Gao Huan to death.
Walking over, he looked at Zhao Meng, who had been stripped and thrown on the ground. He said, “Still haven’t gotten him to talk? Xiao Lin, go to the Kitchen Shed and find a can of chili oil. Heat it up until it’s scalding hot and bring it here to add some spice for the First Mate.”
Before long, the Scientific Expedition Team Member called “Xiao Lin” returned with a bowl of steaming hot chili oil.
Kong Fan instructed, “Pour the chili oil onto the wounds. If he still doesn’t speak, then pour it into his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all at once.”
The oil in that bowl was likely heated to two to three hundred degrees Celsius.
Just hearing Kong Fan’s description terrified many of the Scientific Expedition Team Members, making them tremble, unable to imagine that they could commit such a cruel act.
Only Zhao Meng appeared calm, only regretting that he didn’t even have the strength to commit suicide and die quickly. It was too pathetic, a complete disgrace to his Sect.
“Splash!”
A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.
A long yellow light flew out from the Nether Mist, striking Xiao Lin’s right shoulder blade.
It was a sword, the Yellow Dragon Sword.
The entire body of the Yellow Dragon Sword penetrated through, leaving only the Sword Hilt exposed. The powerful Impact sent Xiao Lin flying out, diagonally to the ground about two meters away.
With Xiao Lin’s scream, the scalding hot chili oil in the bowl was dropped, splashing onto Kong Fan’s feet.
“Ah…”
Kong Fan cried out in agony, hopping around incessantly, blood blisters forming on the top of his foot.
“Clatter!”
The sound of metal grinding against stone and the sound of running feet echoed, and in an instant, they appeared before everyone from the depths of the Nether Mist.
Li Weiyi dragged his Spear as he moved, the tip of the Spear scraping sparks along the Ground.
His speed was too fast, not much slower than the Ghost Bear Emperor.
Just as Xie Tianshu drew his Pistol to shoot, the ten-foot-long Black Long Spear, with the force of Mount Tai pressing down, arrived above his head. The wind generated by the swing of the spear shaft was enough to pierce eardrums.
“Swoosh!”
Xie Tianshu narrowly avoided his head.
But his right shoulder was struck by the spear’s edge, and like slicing through tofu, his entire arm flew off.
“Boom!”
After the Long Spear struck Xie Tianshu’s arm, it heavily impacted the Ground, creating a sunken pit.
The Pistol fell to the Ground along with Xie Tianshu’s severed arm.
After falling to the Ground, Xie Tianshu tightly clutched the wound where blood was gushing from his severed arm, writhing in pain, his vision darkening, nearly passing out.
“Brother Shu!”
“It’s Li Weiyi, and he’s alone! Everyone, attack him together.”
…
Only then did everyone react to the sudden turn of events.
Although some noticed that the Long Spear Li Weiyi wielded was a heavy weapon of those White Bones humans, making it unbelievable, it was clearly not the time to be cowardly.
Led by Xie Jin, a total of five people charged at Li Weiyi from different directions, armed with Taser Guns, Protective Shields, Steel Rebar, Cleavers, and various other weapons.
Li Weiyi merely glanced at his Senior Disciple Brother’s appearance from a distance, and his heart was already filled with rage. As his gaze swept over them, his killing intent was palpable.
It had only been seven days!
How could they have become so wicked?
Seven days ago, on the Arctic Ocean, everyone was laughing and chatting, high-spirited, and harmonious.
“Xiao Li, be careful… there are too many of them!” Old Liu, the leader of the technical personnel who had his hands tied, finally dared to speak up as someone was dealing with these villains.
The rest of the people, like Old Liu, felt a joy like seeing a glimmer of light in a dark, desperate night.
But at the same time, they were extremely worried.
After all, Li Weiyi was alone, too weak against so many.
Even when facing five opponents simultaneously, Li Weiyi was not afraid. Scalding hot qi flow erupted from the sole of his right foot, and then he leaped forward twice.
Each step was ten feet, his spear sweeping horizontally.
“Bang!”
The kitchen staff member holding a cleaver never expected Li Weiyi to leap like an ape, almost as if he were flying. Unable to dodge, he was sent flying several yards away like a scarecrow by the spear.
The ten-foot black spear, who knows how many hundred jin it weighed.
A blow to the body could shatter all his bones.
That kitchen staff member landed heavily outside the medical tent, his mouth and nose full of blood, unable to get up again; he was likely dead.
The member of the Security Team holding a protective shield wanted to pick up the pistol on the ground.
Li Weiyi’s peripheral vision caught it instantly, how could he let him succeed?
“Swoosh!”
The black long spear was thrown, flying nearly ten meters, penetrating through the protective shield and the Security Team member together, with a large amount of blood scattering on the ground.
Too fierce, killing people like cutting grass.
Xie Jin and the others were startled and terrified, caught in a dilemma.
“Weren’t you looking for me? Come on!”
After roaring this, Li Weiyi sprang towards Kong Fan.
Seeing that Li Weiyi’s strength and speed were almost inhuman, Kong Fan dared not confront him directly. He decisively went to grapple Zhao Meng, intending to use him as a hostage.
Without the black long spear, Li Weiyi was even faster, swift as a gust of wind.
Before Kong Fan’s hand could land on Zhao Meng, the wind had already struck his face.
“So fast?”
Kong Fan was so terrified that his soul was scattered. He could only abandon Zhao Meng and unleash a full-power punch forward. His hands were wearing the Immortal Object “Silver Thread Gloves,” giving him immense power.
Li Weiyi did not dodge or evade, meeting his punch head-on.
With a “bang,” Kong Fan felt like he had punched an iron wall. His fingers ached as if they would break, and the bones in his entire arm creaked.
This punch instantly shattered his supernatural dream, making him realize again that he was just a mortal.
He was shocked and turned to flee.
Li Weiyi pursued him, casually drawing the Yellow Dragon Sword stuck in Xiao Lin’s shoulder blade. After chasing only seven steps, he caught up to Kong Fan and struck his back with the sword.
“Pfft!”
A wound appeared on Kong Fan’s back, half a meter long and half a palm deep, slanting down from his left shoulder, his spine severed.
He let out a short cry and fell straight forward.
At this moment, Sima Tan and two disheveled Security Team members rushed out of the medical tent. Seeing Kong Fan not far away with blood gushing from his back, and Li Weiyi like a god of slaughter holding a bloodied sword, all three were so terrified they could not stand and fell to the ground.
Li Weiyi ignored them and turned back.
“Screech!”
He casually swung the Yellow Dragon Sword, cutting the rope tied to Gao Huan’s wrist. Then, he leaped more than three meters high, covering a distance of five to six meters, and swung his sword at another figure who was trying to pick up the pistol.
That person was holding a steel rebar as thick as a thumb, one of the Security Team members.
He grabbed the pistol, and a smile surged across his face.
The Yellow Dragon Sword descended from the sky, striking his neck. His head fell to the ground like a rolling gourd, and blood gushed from his neck like a fountain.
Li Weiyi’s clothes were immediately soaked red with blood. He kicked the pistol towards Gao Huan.
Gao Huan grabbed the pistol and rushed towards the dying Kong Fan, firing three shots consecutively. With each shot, he let out a hoarse roar, completely in a frenzy.
Then, he charged towards the disheveled Sima Tan and the other two.
The three quickly fled, running faster than ever before.
Gao Huan chased Sima Tan, firing continuously. When he fired the fourth shot, he finally hit him.
Sima Tan was shot in the thigh and fell to the ground. Seeing Gao Huan approaching, he immediately knelt and begged, “Gao Huan, Gao Huan, we are classmates, you can’t kill me… killing me would be illegal…”
“Bang! Bang…”
Gao Huan gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce, not listening at all, firing shot after shot.
It’s unknown how many shots he fired, until the magazine was emptied, and he pulled the trigger several more times.
With no bullets left, Sima Tan lay on the ground with bullet holes all over his head.
Gao Huan shivered all over, breathing tremulously.
He gritted his back teeth and, holding the pistol, smashed it into Sima Tan’s face until his entire head was a bloody pulp, then slumped to the ground as if all strength had left him.
102 The other two dishevelled members of the Security Team rushed into the Nether Mist all at once, not daring to look back.
Gradually, the deck became quiet again.
Qi Shanshan walked over along the gunwale with light, unhurried steps, her beautiful eyes full of admiration. She couldn’t imagine Li Weiyi being so formidable, taking on all opponents by himself.
Gazing at his heroic figure standing with his sword drawn, coupled with his calm and handsome face, ripples involuntarily formed in her heart, and she couldn’t help but admire Cai Yutong’s taste.
Xie Tianshu’s arm was severed, a large pool of blood flowed out, and his face became paler and paler. Xiao Lin was less injured, but he didn’t dare to stand up at all; as soon as he moved slightly, Li Weiyi’s gaze would fix on him.
That gaze was no different from the gaze of the Grim Reaper.
Xiao Lin repeatedly said, “I didn’t do anything, it was all Kong Fan’s orders, he coerced us. Li… Young Brother Li… I don’t dare anymore, I will never dare again, from now on I will listen to you.”
Disregarding him, Li Weiyi’s gaze was fixed tightly on Xie Jin and another Security Team member holding a taser gun. At the same time, he mobilized scalding hot qi flow, directing it along the silver veins to his ears, bringing his hearing to its most acute point.
Because Old Liu had just told him to be careful of Chen Hong.
The rifle was in Chen Hong’s hands; Senior Disciple Brother was ambushed by him, which is why he was so seriously injured.
