Chapter 12
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Chapter 12: Fighting Alone Against Multiple Cultivators
Li Hui found himself surrounded.
In front of him stood Brother Zheng and the triangular-eyed man, who quickly leaped to intercept him from above. Behind him were more than twenty others, overwhelming in number.
With so many people closing in on him, he truly felt trapped; there was no way to escape.
“Brother Zheng, we have no grievances between us. Why force me?” Li Hui’s face turned pale as he slowly backed away, appearing quite frightened; no one noticed his fingers curling tightly.
“Hmph, do I need a reason to eliminate you?” Brother Zheng sneered. They had used their talismans to gain a rare opportunity to leave the mountain gate, and they were not fooling around. Many were eyeing Jin Buduan’s accounts room, especially since the sect had recently become very wealthy and thriving.
The inner sect had issued orders to the outer disciples, hinting at a crackdown on the sect’s peripheral areas. Perhaps the next step would involve expanding territory, and by chance, Li Hui was included in the orders.
To eliminate this trouble once and for all, it was better if the dead were all gone. With a bit of maneuvering, Jin Buduan would not pursue the matter further.
The gathered crowd scoffed; what was the need for so many people to deal with a weak little brat? However, Brother Zheng enjoyed making a show, and the triangular-eyed man catered to his whims by bringing out all his men. Thus, they responded to his call.
Suddenly, Li Hui stopped moving back.
“Dash!”
At some point, Li Hui had slipped hollow iron finger armor onto his right hand’s index and middle fingers, resembling bird beaks. With a clear shout, sparks flew forward.
The speed was too fast; only Brother Zheng reacted in time, backing up and spreading his wings. The triangular-eyed man watched as the talisman light shined, followed by a gathering storm that summoned a vast cloud of mist, enveloping the area in an instant.
The fog spread so quickly that visibility was reduced to nothing within a fifty-zhang radius.
“Not good, it’s the Cloud Pattern Talisman.”
“Fool, the Cloud Pattern Talisman isn’t that powerful! It must be a six or seven-pattern Cloud Rising Talisman.”
Amid the mist, curses were heard, and Li Hui was astonished because the talisman he activated was merely a common Cloud Pattern Talisman, creating only two layers of thin mist. He didn’t know how long it had been in the Artifact Pavilion; the motifs were almost faded, yet its power was unexpectedly strong?
To quickly activate this spirit talisman, Li Hui had put on the specially crafted iron finger armor, sprinkling white phosphorus in the gaps to ignite it, but the talisman light burst forth so rapidly that it seemed the armor had little effect.
With no time to ponder, he welcomed the results brought by the Cloud Pattern Talisman. Li Hui glided forward quickly, raising his hand to unleash rays of cold light.
“Not good, hidden weapons!”
“Damn it, increase defense now!” The screams abruptly ceased; these disciples were not mere good men and women, and their reflexes were sharp from having dealt with piracy after entering the sect. They tried hard to conceal their positions in the thick mist.
Then, Li Hui flicked his hand and shot countless rays of cold light.
“Clink, clink, clink…”
The metallic sounds rang out; these were golden money darts, made simply from split copper coins. Yet, Li Hui, aware of his insufficient strength, had coated the coins with various toxic substances. The battlefield was always a place where he would go to extremes.
Snake venom, scorpion toxin, centipedes, toads…
These items were common in the sect, and utilizing convenient purchases, he had specially acquired a lot of lethal magical monkey liquid.
“Ten steps to the left.” Li Hui moved rapidly, cold light dancing in his hands.
“Fifteen steps to the southeast.” He closed his eyes to focus on sound when throwing the hidden weapons, relying entirely on his hearing while striking hard and accurately.
What if his power was low? What did it matter if he hadn’t unlocked the Spirit Motion marks? As long as his opponents weren’t impervious to attacks, as long as there were vulnerabilities, they had to play to his rhythm.
For the past four years, Li Hui had envisioned these outer disciples as hypothetical enemies, even finding joy in it, his interest deepening. Although he had never fought before, he had already simulated thousands of scenarios in his mind, gaining a detailed understanding of these outer disciples’ techniques and combat styles.
“Clink…”
With a sound and vibration, the force behind the copper money darts intensified. To train his hand strength, Li Hui had endured countless hardships.
“Kill!” With a roar in his heart, Li Hui broke through the limitations of his hidden weaponry and unleashed twelve sharp rays of cold light, speeding toward his targets.
At that moment, he quickly shifted his form, darting three zhang along the ground.
With a “Boom,” the area where he had stood exploded, sending up a plume of steam and warmth that spread outward, failing to disperse the mist but creating a chain reaction that thickened it further.
In an instant, a series of clinking sounds echoed, proving Li Hui emerged unscathed, infuriating the triangular-eyed man: “Outrageous! Where did this kid get that Cloud Rising Talisman?”
The back of spirit talismans forms unique patterns; nine-pattern talismans are the highest, but even six or seven-pattern ones are substantial. Low-level spirit motion practitioners using six-pattern talismans can only rely on wealth to describe their status. Moreover, unless one reached the Condense Essence Stage and developed their spiritual sense, they would need to surpass the opponent’s talisman tier to activate scouting-type talismans; clearly, these people didn’t have seven-pattern scouting talismans.
In mere moments, Brother Zheng and the triangular-eyed man had utilized five scouting spirit talismans but could not discern the brat’s specific location due to the fog. During this brief window, Li Hui had launched three hundred golden money darts.
“That’s enough, more than enough! This Cloud Pattern Talisman is fantastic; it truly lives up to the Artifact Pavilion’s reputation.” Li Hui felt a wave of relief in his heart. He had anticipated far more danger initially, expecting to shoot only thirty copper darts before fleeing, and had even prepared to bring out artifacts for a grand fight. He never expected that just one Cloud Pattern Talisman would be so incredible.
His hands trembled slightly, and his stamina decreased. At this moment, Li Hui had to pause; further use of hidden weapons would significantly weaken, needing time to recover.
However, the enemies did not grant him that time.
The pitiful little figure dared to show off before the outstanding disciples, igniting a fire of rage in Brother Zheng’s heart. The rune wings made from numerous talismans flapped fiercely.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…” With a howling sound, Brother Zheng launched into the air, his spirit power surging wildly as the mist rapidly converged towards him, forming a massive tornado that quickly swept away the obscuring cloud.
Suddenly, visibility cleared; the sun had set, leaving only a sliver of twilight in the sky, revealing Li Hui’s achievements laid bare before them.
Two disciples were dragging themselves back, three others were falling victim to poison, and two more were engaged in mutual attacks, while the rest utilized medicinal talismans to suppress the toxins.
“Li Hui, die!” The triangular-eyed man raised his talisman light and stepped forward, never expecting such a turn of events.
How quick was Li Hui’s reaction? With a flick of his fingers, he activated a second talisman. However, his gaze showed something unusual, as the silver snake bracelet on his right wrist suddenly flashed.
