Although none of the three items he obtained could be used immediately, Han Li unceremoniously stored them all away. Then he stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and cast a half-smiling gaze toward Jia Tianlong and the others from the Wild Wolf Gang.
“Will you sever your own meridians, or shall I send you on your way myself?” Han Li’s tone was polite, but his words left no room for negotiation for the Wild Wolf Gang members.
Upon hearing this, Jia Tianlong felt an intense chill that seemed to freeze his entire face stiff.
He repeatedly told himself to stay calm, that there must be a way to deal with this person, yet he couldn’t help but wipe his face, only to find his forehead drenched in cold sweat. Jia Tianlong smiled bitterly, knowing that without even looking in a mirror, his current complexion was undoubtedly terrible—likely ghastly pale.
With great effort, he turned his neck to glance at the people around him. Everyone else was also pale-faced, wearing expressions of panic and despair as if doomsday had arrived. They were at a complete loss, showing no trace of fighting spirit.
Feeling disheartened, Jia Tianlong turned his gaze toward the Seven Mysteries Sect. His archrival, Wang Juechu, was staring coldly at him with a look that seemed to regard him as already dead. Most of the others wore expressions of long-awaited vengeance.
Jia Tianlong felt lost. His eyes unconsciously drifted beyond the death arena, falling upon those who should have been his loyal subordinates. Their expressions varied—some were anxious, some indifferent, but a large number actually wore gleeful smiles, huddled together and whispering, clearly reveling in his misfortune.
“No! I cannot die here like this! I must survive and continue my ambitions!” Perhaps triggered by someone’s expression, a wild glint suddenly flashed in Jia Tianlong’s eyes.
“Guards! Iron Guards, forward! Crossbows at the ready! Everyone else, prepare your hidden weapons!” Jia Tianlong suddenly roared with all his inner strength.
True to his status as a gang leader, this roar infused with inner energy jolted everyone in the death arena out of their stupor. Whether members of the Wild Wolf Gang or experts from other smaller factions, they all seemed to find their backbone again, clenching their fists and adopting battle stances, ready to fight to the death.
Han Li slightly frowned and let out a soft humph. Then, with his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly walked toward Jia Tianlong alone.
“It seems I’ll have to put in a bit more effort,” Han Li thought self-deprecatingly.
“Fire!” the moment Han Li stepped within the crossbows’ range, Jia Tianlong licked his dry lips and gave the order without hesitation.
Instantly, hundreds of gleaming steel bolts shot densely toward Han Li, sealing off the small space in front of him completely.
An astonishing scene unfolded! Jia Tianlong watched as the young man showed no fear toward the incoming bolts. Instead, he gave him an eerie smile before his figure began to blur. The bolts passed straight through him without any resistance, flying into the distance, as if his body had become intangible. Then, in broad daylight, the figure swayed a few times and vanished without a trace.
Jia Tianlong’s face turned ashen. Just as he was about to warn his men to be careful, Han Li suddenly reappeared just a dozen steps away from them.
This time, without waiting for Jia Tianlong’s order, the Iron Guards unleashed another volley of bolts, accompanied by hidden weapons like throwing darts and sleeve arrows from others, all aimed at Han Li. To their bewilderment, the target once again vanished into thin air right before their eyes.
Just as Jia Tianlong was gripped by fear, two blood-curdling screams erupted from behind him. Startled, he quickly turned to look.
Not far away, two Iron Guards standing close together had suddenly turned into human torches. The vanished young man was withdrawing his palms from their bodies, and the moment his hands left them, the two guards turned to ash and dissipated. From the young man’s retreating palms, Jia Tianlong faintly glimpsed a flickering red light—some unknown mysterious technique.
What Jia Tianlong witnessed was a perfect demonstration of Han Li combining spells and martial arts. The red light in his palms was the small fireball of the Fireball Technique.
Han Li circulated the spiritual power within him, replenishing the fireball that had shrunk from consumption back to its original size. Then his figure vanished again, only to reappear at another end of the crowd, turning another person into a blazing inferno.
And so, Han Li flickered in and out among the crowd. Each time he reappeared, another victim fell. No matter which part of their bodies his hands touched, they would instantly burst into flames and vanish completely from this world.
Jia Tianlong stared blankly ahead, his eyes devoid of spirit, his face ashen like a corpse.
In just these short moments, more than half of his subordinates had perished. Those who remained were terrified for their lives, scrambling to flee in all directions. But against the ghostly movements of their opponent, they were all reduced to ashes one by one.
By the time his last subordinate vanished in flames, Jia Tianlong had become completely numb.
He knew he had been spared until now intentionally, but with only him left, he guessed the flames of death would soon claim him too.
Han Li did not keep the gang leader waiting any longer. After eliminating Jia Tianlong’s last subordinate, he immediately flashed behind him and, with a full-powered Fireball Technique as a final courtesy, sent the great gang leader on his way.
After Jia Tianlong met his end, Han Li brushed his hands together and murmured softly to himself, “It seems killing a few more people isn’t too difficult after all. If only you had ended yourselves earlier—it would have been painless. Now that I’ve had to do it myself, the taste of being burned by fire is hardly pleasant.”
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