However, he was a ninth-rank expert after all. In the critical moment, he flicked his wrist, and the long spear that had been hanging down was lifted up from below, blocking the opponent's path. If he did not dodge or avoid it, he would be at risk of being disemboweled.
By this time, he had seen the other person's face clearly—an ordinary face that wouldn't attract any attention under normal circumstances, which was why he hadn't noticed it before.
He noticed that even with such high-speed movement, the other person's face did not change at all. He immediately realized that this was probably not the other person's true face, but rather that they were wearing a mask or something similar. Such a thin mask, as thin as a cicada's wing, was so ingenious that no flaws could be found. Only an ordinary person could possess such a mask.
Sure enough, the man neither dodged nor avoided the attack, but instead reached out and grabbed the gun.
Yang Sheng thought to himself, "Has the other guy gone mad? He actually thinks he can catch a blade bare-handed? If I just twist it with my hand, won't his hand be crippled?"
He snorted coldly, shifted the long spear slightly to the side, and thrust it straight at the opponent's palm.
However, having witnessed the opponent's skillful timing, he dared not underestimate him and secretly held back some of his strength.
The opponent crossed his hands, gripping the spear tightly like eagle claws. At the same time, like a water snake, he slithered along the shaft and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Yang Sheng was shocked. He couldn't care less about anything else at this moment. He immediately abandoned the long spear in his hand and used the force to retreat backward.
Fortunately, he hadn't underestimated his opponent and had secretly held back some of his strength; otherwise, the opponent's hand would probably already be piercing his chest.
Even though he dodged quickly, his blood and qi had just surged, so he couldn't unleash his full peak strength, leaving several deep bloody marks on his body.
Zuan, who was on the mountaintop, saw all of this and thought to himself, "The seventh-ranked gold medalist's claw skills are truly remarkable."
Moreover, he also realized that the seventh-ranked gold medalist had actually held back; otherwise, how could he have only left Yang Sheng with a few bloody marks when he had such a great opportunity to launch a sneak attack?
The seventh-ranked gold medalist's main purpose this time was to kidnap people to verify some things, not to rebel, so naturally he would not kill them.
At this moment, Yang Sheng was both shocked and furious. After distancing himself from the enemy, he began to command his soldiers to form a battle formation. With the help of his men, he was able to barely hold off the attack of the seventh-ranked gold medalist. However, the entire valley was in complete chaos.
Zu An glanced at the hiding place of the men in black and frowned when he saw that they still showed no intention of making a move.
The time to discuss things with the seventh-ranked gold medalist is almost here, and he doesn't want those men in black to reap the benefits after he makes a move.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. He looked at the old man in black robes who had been thrown aside and wondered how the old man had initially planned to give his men a signal.
After searching his body for a while, they found something like a signal arrow.
So they took it out and fired it downwards. The sharp, mournful sound of the whistling arrow pierced the valley, and the hidden men in black, receiving the signal, rushed out to fight.
The seventh-ranked gold medalist was also taken aback. He initially thought it was an accomplice brought by the eleventh-ranked gold medalist, but judging from their attire and ruthless actions, they were clearly not government officials.
With their arrival, the escort team's formation was completely disrupted, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in the carnage, except for the carriage, which remained quiet.
Soon, more than a dozen men in black rushed toward the carriage. The guards near the carriage tried to stop them, but they were quickly outnumbered and fell to the ground.
The men in black slammed open the carriage door and were about to say something when suddenly a sharp sword aura shot out, instantly tearing the men in black at the front to pieces.
"Sword energy!" The seventh-ranked gold medalist, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, immediately recognized that it was Liao Ling, the city lord of Yi County, who had made the move.
"The intelligence indicated he was at the peak of the seventh rank, but I didn't expect him to break through recently." He was very worried. Although Gold Medal Eleven was quite clever, his cultivation seemed a bit weak. How could he possibly snatch someone from him?
He wanted to go and help, but Yang Sheng was not someone to be trifled with. He surrounded him with a large number of his men.
At this moment, a middle-aged man slowly stepped out of the carriage. He had square features and seemed to exude an aura of righteousness.
Nourish your sword with the righteous energy of heaven and earth!
The seventh-ranked gold medalist grew increasingly worried. This sword was a gentleman's sword, a sword of righteousness, and its power was even greater than that of a master of the same level. He would probably have to put in a lot of effort to deal with it. What could the eleventh-ranked gold medalist possibly do?
At this moment, the remaining men in black near the carriage held their knives horizontally in front of them, forming a simple attack formation and charging towards the enemy.
"The Five Elements Formation of the Demonic Cult!" Gold Medal Seventh's heart sank, as some of his guesses seemed to be confirmed.
Just then, Liao Ling moved. A flash of cold light left countless afterimages within a radius of ten feet. Then, in the next second, those afterimages all merged back into one and returned to his original body, as if he had been standing still the whole time.
But the men in black clutched their necks, blood flowing uncontrollably, and collapsed helplessly to the ground.
He didn't even glance at those people, but instead looked in the direction of the seventh-place gold medalist, his brows furrowing slightly.
The men in black nearby, still intimidated by the power of his sword strike, hesitated and dared not step forward.
“Miss Qiu, your sect has only sent these people to rescue you; I’m afraid they will have to return empty-handed.” He did not go to help Yang Sheng, but instead stayed by the carriage closely.
A soft, charming sigh came from inside the carriage: "Lord Liao, since you were attacked here, you should know that it's not that simple."
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