Chapter 148: Chapter 86 Qi-Blood Wolf Smoke! Ghost Bat!_2
In the Giant Whale Gang, Su Changkong couldn’t eat his fill, but his progress in the Giant Whale Skill was quite rapid. Now that he could eat to his heart’s content, Su Changkong believed that his progress would be even faster!
As he ate and admired the night view, time unwittingly passed. An hour had gone by, and the sky darkened completely. The weather was still very cold tonight, with few stars and a faint moon shining down. The bustling streets gradually emptied of pedestrians.
“After eating another two taels of beef, I’ll find an inn to rest for a bit.”
Su Changkong was already eighty percent full and he silently thought this to himself as he took a sip of tea.
“Buzz, buzz!”
At that moment, Su Changkong heard the sound of an insect’s wings buzzing in his ears. He saw a brightly colored bug flying near the window, resembling a fly or a bee.
The bug seemed to notice Su Changkong’s gaze and, out of fear, vibrated its wings and vanished from the window.
“What kind of bug is this?”
Su Changkong was slightly puzzled when a ‘thud, thud, thud’ of knocking on the door came from outside.
“Come in.”
Su Changkong withdrew his gaze, knowing that it was the server coming with dishes, and he spoke.
“Squeak!”
The door was gently pushed open, and a man dressed in simple clothes, carrying a wooden tray, entered the room.
“Hm? Why isn’t it the server from before?”
Su Changkong glanced casually but was surprised to discover that this simply dressed man, both in physique and attire, was different from the previous server!
The grey-clothed man walked toward Su Changkong as if nothing were out of the ordinary, appearing to be just a server coming to deliver dishes. However, Su Changkong felt an increasingly strong sense of alarm deep inside!
The grey-clothed man also seemed to sense Su Changkong’s wariness. He suddenly bared his teeth in a smile, “Found you!”
“Not good!”
Su Changkong’s pupils contracted slightly, realizing that this was a foe, not a friend, as his left hand already grabbed the Iron-Cutting Sword lying next to the table.
“Boom!”
The next second, the grey-clothed man lightly stepped forward, his speed increased dramatically, and he lunged forward, leaving a grey afterimage where he stood. His movement was as swift as a spirit out of body. His right palm ferociously headed straight for Su Changkong!
Before the palm even arrived, a piercing gust of wind battered Su Changkong’s face, bringing with it a heavy oppressive force. A normal Martial Artist, under such a palm, would struggle even to breathe, let alone resist.
Although Su Changkong was shocked, the appearance of this strange grey-clothed man at the door had already put him on alert. Despite the surprise, he did not panic. His strength coalesced, and his right hand tightened into a fist, which he ferociously thrust out to meet the heavy blow from the grey-clothed man.
“Bang!”
As fist met palm, a muffled collision erupted, the air churned, and the sturdy floor cracked. The entire tavern seemed to tremble briefly, and the once lively inn fell silent in an instant due to the explosive noise from the second floor. Everyone looked up in shock.
“Huh?”
Su Changkong’s expression changed dramatically. The palm of this grey-clothed man was so heavy it felt beyond the realm of flesh and bone. Even though Su Changkong had already undergone one Qi Blood Metamorphosis and his physical condition far exceeded that of a Martial Artist at the Great Achievement of Body Refinement, the immense force transmitted from the grey-clothed man’s palm uncontrollably sent Su Changkong flying backward!
Su Changkong’s back slammed into the wall, causing it to collapse, and he was hurtled out from the second floor. In midair, he adjusted his posture and landed on the street below. The ground where his feet touched indented slightly, and this finally stopped his retreat.
“Ah!”
On the street, passersby were startled to see such a commotion on the second floor of the tavern and then a man crashing down onto the street. They screamed in alarm, many reacting instinctively and retreating in all directions, creating chaos.
“An expert… far surpasses the likes of Liu Bairen and Li Lie by more than just a bit! No… he’s not even on the same level of mastery!”
Su Changkong was also astonished. Despite being ambushed, the grey-clothed man’s speed and power completely overwhelmed Su Changkong, which was why he was able to suppress him with a single palm strike and send him flying from the second floor to the street below!
This indicated that the grey-clothed man had undergone Blood Refining many times, far more than Su Changkong, thus achieving such prowess.
Whoosh!
Silently, from the broken wall of the second floor, a grey figure, like a ghost bat, elegantly leaped down and landed on the street without stirring a speck of dust.
Only then did Su Changkong clearly see the grey-clothed man’s face. He was quite ugly, with one eye larger than the other, over forty years old, his eyes brooding, almost the kind to make people steer clear of.
Su Changkong’s expression turned grim: “What do you mean by this? Why attack me for no reason?”
He had a vague guess in his mind but dared not confirm it. How had this person found him?
The grey-clothed man gazed at him and chuckled, “No wonder Li Lie died by your hand. To be able to take one of my palms, you’re indeed not ordinary!”
Indeed, this grey-clothed man mentioned Li Lie. There was no doubt he was a member of the Giant Whale Gang, specifically from Meng Sang’s faction. The reason for his presence here was obviously to hunt down Su Changkong.
But Su Changkong found it somewhat incomprehensible. After killing Li Lie, he had changed his appearance and entered the densely populated Ink Forest Prefecture City. By all accounts, even with Meng Sang’s extensive Divine Skills, it shouldn’t be possible to track his whereabouts.
Yet within just two or three hours, Meng Sang’s men had found him, and they recognized him on sight, even though he had changed his bone structure and makeup?
This made Su Changkong frown darkly: “How did you find me?”
The grey-clothed man’s mouth twisted into a sly smile, toying with him like a cat with a mouse, “Because I am the Evil Spirit! Capable of Thousand-mile Soul Tracking, isn’t it within the realm of reason?”