Chapter 51: Kill Your Way Out!

  In the distance, a merchant caravan of thirty or forty people was moving slowly, but judging from the situation, among these thirty or forty people, there were actually more than ten young men, interspersed among them, and every single person's face showed a hint of expectation.

  "Wei Hong, we are among the last batch, I wonder if they have all arrived safely in Fog City?" The young man at the end of the caravan asked with a hint of excitement and expectation.

  Looking at the yellow-clad youth in front of him, Wei Hong smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Wei Bo, we had an agreement before, and now they should be arriving at Fog City soon."

  These young men were none other than the sixteen members of the Wei family clan led by Wei Hong and Wei Wuming, while several other teams had followed the merchant caravan a few days ago.

  "Wei Hong, I don't know why, but I have a bad premonition." Wei Wuming also quietly came to Wei Hong's side and frowned.

  The two leaders were Wei Hong and Wei Wuming. In the past three days, Wei Wuming's injuries had fully recovered, and compared to the previous battle, Wei Wuming's momentum had increased slightly at this time. Moreover, he did not resent Wei Hong, but on the contrary, the two of them had been exploring the realm together for the past few days.

  "Don't worry, even if they were pigs, they should have sensed that something was off. So, we have a tough battle ahead of us, which is why I had our two teams stay behind until last." Wei Hong said nonchalantly as he gazed at Wei Wuming.

  "Is that so? I truly hope the person sent by the Wei family this time is a bit stronger." Wei Wuming's eyes gleamed with excitement, and he licked his lips as he spoke.

  After finishing speaking, Wei Hong and he exchanged a glance, the two burst out laughing, true strong men always expect to have difficulties, to be tempered, only then can they make progress.

  This merchant group was going to sell some medicinal materials, although not extremely valuable, but on the road, they were naturally extremely careful, so when they saw a dozen or so young men with decent martial arts skills offering to escort them, they naturally hastened to agree.

  The leader of the merchant group was an elderly man named Wu Jin. At this time, he turned his head to look at Wei Hong and Wei Wuming's appearance, also revealing a hint of confusion. However, he didn't ask much, as life experience told him that such young men were generally not ordinary people, so it was better to pretend to be ignorant sometimes.

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  When the sun sets and night falls quietly, a day's hustle and bustle makes everyone feel a bit tired. Therefore, they find an open space to start a fire and cook dinner.

  Half a time after, Wei Hong ate the dry ration handed over from Wu Jin's side, raised his head to gaze at the sky, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. He had been walking for a whole day, yet no one came to intercept him. Were those people really dumber than pigs?

  Suddenly, Wei Hong's eyebrows furrowed, and his clear sense of feeling told him that he and his people were completely surrounded. His spiritual power sensed the number of people quietly closing in on them from all sides, and a cold smile spread across his face.

  It seems that these people are also anxious, and they all set out to prepare for the siege of this side. Since that's the case, no matter whether these guys are from the Wei family or scattered repairs they've found, since it's a trial, let's settle everything here.

  Wei Hong's expression remained unchanged as he subtly nodded to Wei Wuming, signaling him to get ready. Then, turning to Wu Jin on the other side, he said: "Thank you, Uncle Wu, for taking care of us this far. We'll take our leave first."

  Wei Hong didn't explain anything, and directly gathered all the young men together, pointing to a corner in the northwest direction of Fog City: "Break out from that side, move the battlefield away from these merchant troops, don't bring disaster to them."

  Wei Hong gazed at each person's face, where not a hint of fear was to be seen. Every single one of them had an air of determination and a hint of satisfaction. In a deep voice, he said: "Let us go to war!"

  As soon as the words fell, Wei Hong let out a loud whoop and rode his horse forward, directly rushing out. Wei Wuming also followed closely behind him, and the other young men were not willing to fall behind others, tightly following.

  Wei Hong took a few breaths and suddenly appeared several hundred meters away, staring at the incoming people. Without saying a word, he charged towards them with both fists.

  "Kill!"

  With a loud shout, Wei Hong directly smashed one of them into a meat pie, and then rushed towards another person.

  After a brief astonishment, the other side also reacted and immediately surrounded Wei Hong, waving their weapons in hand, attacking him.

  Wei Hong didn't even draw his sword, instead relying solely on his physical body to resist. Looking at the five people in front of him, Wei Hong's aura was not weak in the slightest. He swung his fists and unleashed a series of swift and agile footwork, appearing unusually light and nimble.

  "Go die."

  A faint shout came from afar, and in an instant, a long spear shot out, followed by Wei Wuming, whose eyes revealed a murderous intent. After the spear pierced one person's body, he immediately turned his hand over to grasp the spear and stabbed at another person.

  As the battle unfolded on this side, the other troops who were preparing to encircle and disperse also turned around and rushed towards Wei Hong's location, suddenly plunging into a chaotic melee.

  Boom

  Wei Hong and a middle-aged man exchanged a punch, after which Wei Hong involuntarily retreated several steps, looking at the only relatively strong middle-aged man among them. With a hint of fighting spirit, Wei Hong launched another attack on the middle-aged man.

  "The Tyrant Rules the World." With a loud shout, Wei Hong swung his massive fist, mixed with sharp martial energy, and directly slammed it onto the middle-aged man's face.

  "Looking for death." The middle-aged man's mouth corner revealed a hint of disdain, and with an extremely relaxed motion, he easily blocked Wei Hong's extreme move. Then, with a sudden aerial flip, he kicked three times in a row, and his fists collided fiercely with Wei Hong's.

  Wei Hong continuously retreated, while the middle-aged man was calm and composed. In their first exchange, Wei Hong didn't gain any advantage, and the middle-aged man also showed a hint of surprise as he looked at Wei Hong and said in a deep voice: "Youngster, you have some skills, but this alone is not enough."

  "The long sword is endless."

  Wei Hong's swift and fierce knife technique responded to the middle-aged man, after cutting out this knife, he instantly came to the front of the middle-aged man again, and cut another knife towards him.

  Bang!

  The middle-aged man directly and forcefully blocked Wei Hong's knife with a pair of palms, then his right hand transformed into a palm, like a sharp blade, fiercely chopping towards Wei Hong.

  Although it didn't come out of the knife, the knife gas that the hand knife transformed into made Wei Hong feel a hint of danger. He didn't even have time to react and hastily raised his knife to resist.

  As Wei Hong drew his knife, the middle-aged man's mouth curled into a cold smile. Wei Hong felt the power of this palm strike and his face changed color, silently crying out: "Not good."