Chapter 6: Berserker

  If Wu Fan's current mood is anything to go by, it must be "the most important thing in life is to keep a low profile". No choice, some people are just like fireflies on a dark night, dazzlingly bright. Obviously, Wu Fan is that kind of person. With the momentum of his subordinates charging forward and fighting fiercely, Wu Fan followed closely behind, launching sneak attacks and frequently striking from behind, under the protection of the crowd. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had beheaded seven or eight Maitreya Sect members!

  Wu Fan's highly efficient killing method soon caught the attention of Maitreya Sect's expert hiding behind the little rascal, who quickly turned around and killed his way over, vowing to give Wu Fan a good show.

  Bang!

  In the midst of the clashing sounds, one of Wu Fan's subordinates, who couldn't even be called by name, was struck flying by a violent blow from a steel rod. He rolled on the ground for a few times before falling silent. Looking at the Maitreya sect member whose hand still maintained its swinging motion, his ferocious face with three golden studs, truly sent chills down one's spine.

  "Sui dog! Accept death!"

  Maitreya's skilled hand tightly grasped the eyebrow stick, and the curly muscles on his arms seemed to be earthworms turned out of the ground. Under the scorching sun, he constantly flipped his body. The sound of cracking bones could be clearly heard by people, and the strong man shook his arm and swung his shoulder, making a starting move in the stick method "Xianren Zhilu". His sharp eyes were fixed on Wu Fan's body without moving.

  This is a martial artist who is still in the 'inner body breathing' stage, and at least 200 of the 365 acupoints have been opened! More than himself, but...

  Wu Fan made a quick calculation in his mind, carrying the knife sheath of the Fourteenth Style on his back, holding the knife with one hand, and sneering coldly: "Three golden seals on your face, it seems that you have committed great crimes in the three countries of Sui, Yan, and Liang! And you're so clumsy that you can't escape each time, being caught, sentenced, and exiled... Isn't your Maitreya Sect always boasting about 'loving kindness, universal salvation'? When did you start recruiting such evil people?"

  While talking, Wu Fan gestured for those beside him to leave, clearly expressing his intention - I'm going to take him on alone!

  Wu Fan was still confident in his own martial arts, especially with the fourteen styles of small weapons at his side. As long as his opponent wasn't a higher-level "gathered energy" warrior, he wouldn't be intimidated. The person in front of him looked like a minor leader of the Maitreya Sect. Killing him would not only bring more merit and gain but also provide an opportunity to hone his skills using the opponent as a whetstone. At worst... if he really couldn't beat him, he could wear down his energy and let others finish him off; after all, they had more people on their side.

  Maitreya's follower, ridiculed by Wu Fan, hummed and said: "What you said is the doctrine of the old teaching. We are no longer Maitreya's followers! We are Mahayana!"

  "What's Mahayana?", Wu Fan smiled with narrowed eyes, his tone as if chatting with an old friend: "My name is Wu Fan, the one who's about to kill you. And you? The one who's going to die!"

  Namo Buddhist glared at him with both eyes and shouted: "Sui dog! Listen clearly to me! I am called..."

  "Sunzi (read: zei)! Hahaha!"

  Wu Fan scolded someone very rudely and swung his knife to chop, where was the smiling face from before? No matter how you looked at that clear and delicate face, it all seemed ferocious.

  Namo's conversation with Wu Fan made him subconsciously relax his guard, and the opening move of his staff technique "Xianren Zhilu" revealed a flaw, allowing Wu Fan to close in instantly. Staff techniques excel at mid-range combat, as the saying goes, "sweeping away a patch of land". Once someone gets in close, without sufficient skill to counterattack, it's easy to be at a disadvantage.

  Wu Fan hadn't had time to study the Yu Yang knife he had drawn in the system, and was still using the Chun Han knife that was uniform among the Eagle Guards. Although the Chun Han knife technique was an existence like the Wan Jin oil, when it was created, it was specifically aimed at this kind of Jianghu warrior, with close-range moves that were extremely sharp, fast and ruthless. Wu Fan had taken advantage of his opponent's opening, how could he not make good use of it?

  "Woof woof woof……!"

  The sound of clashing steel echoed continuously, the blade and the iron rod collided incessantly, the tree canopy covering the sky in the mountain forest burst into fireworks, shining to the extreme.

  Naraku was forced to retreat step by step under Wu Fan's swift and fierce knife skills. The iron rod was still too long, so much so that in his haste, he couldn't fully wield it, only able to defend himself without being able to counterattack. What made him even angrier was that Wu Fan had previously asked for his name and taken advantage of him, leaving a lump in his chest that he couldn't swallow or spit out, making him feel extremely stifled.

  The two of them were just relatively skilled compared to ordinary people, not top-notch warriors. Therefore, in the fight, neither of them would say anything, once they spoke, they would lose their breath and die.

  "Woof woof woof……!"

  It was another flurry of slashes, and Wu Fan felt his entire right arm trembling along with the blade, the tiger's mouth aching severely, almost unable to grasp the hilt. He thought to himself: "What's going on with this guy? How can he be so strong?"

  In his heart, Wu Fan was secretly cursing as he drew a short dagger from the scabbard behind him, abandoning the long knife in his hand, and truly engaging in close combat, attempting to cut off his opponent's head with the fastest speed.

  Wu Fan was pressing in close, and Maitreya's soul was escaping. However, his martial arts skills were all focused on the Qibrow Iron Staff in his hand, and his fist and footwork were mediocre at best, so he could only continue to defend himself.

  "Hiss!!!!"

  "Ah!!!!!!"

  After a long defense, Mi Le's Hanzi finally revealed his weakness and was stabbed in the abdomen by Wu Fan, crying out in pain.

  "Hoo-hoo!"

  He took a few steps back, pulling away from the Maitreya Sect's people. Wu Fang was panting heavily, his consumption was also enormous due to such a violent attack. If the Maitreya Sect's people could hold on for another moment, it might be Wu Fang who fell instead!

  That Maitreya teaching Han Zi held a Qizhong iron rod, his body swaying precariously, but his eyes stared fixedly at Wu Fan's face, cursing: "Sneaky little man! Shameless scoundrel! Sui dog! Ahhhhhh!"

  Wu Fanping took a deep breath, looked at the Maitreya cultist and said what all the reputable families liked to say: "No need to be polite when dealing with this kind of demonic person who deceives people's hearts! Let's go together!"

  "You want to kill me? Dream on!", Maitreya's Hanzi roared, quickly pulling out a bright red pill from his pocket and swallowing it, shouting: "I am..."

  "What are you all looking at? Watching a show? Kill him! He's seriously injured, but he's still shouting loudly!"

  Maitreya's face suddenly turned bright red, and then his eyes also became bright red. The exposed skin on his body seemed to be emitting steam like a hot iron...

  "What the...! Is this guy a Berserker?!"

  Seeing this scene, Wu Fan was both surprised and ridiculed in his heart, but no matter which one, he decided not to go forward for the time being, first see other brothers go to send death... No! Is to try to explore, probe the enemy situation.

  "Honk honk!"

  As expected by Wu Fan, the two brothers had just gone up when they were hit flying by the man wielding a pair of iron rods, and the blood mist spewed from their mouths was exceptionally tragic!

  "Ahhh!!!!!!"

  Maitreya's men were roaring like beasts, seemingly unaffected by Wu Fan's sword, and completely madly fighting against the Eagle Guards. Immediately after, something even more chilling happened to Wu Fan - one of the Eagle Guards stabbed a knife through his chest, but he didn't feel any pain, and with the knife still lodged in his body, he smashed the head of the Eagle Guard who had stabbed him!

  This...

  Damn it! He's a Berserker!

  Wu Fan secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, while on the surface he shouted: "Don't be afraid everyone! He's lost so much blood, he won't last long! Let's go together!"

  Several fearless subordinates really listened to Wu Fan's words and bravely rushed up, taking advantage of these people's cover, Wu Fan suddenly cut off the opponent's arm with a knife, causing the opponent to lose his weapon.

  "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

  Without his weapon, Maitreya could no longer withstand the chaotic blades of the crowd and was chopped to the ground in an instant, watching as he exhaled more than he inhaled.

  Wu Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, extremely grateful that the Maitreya sect's people, although not afraid of pain, had lost consciousness and were only flailing about wildly, without their previous martial arts moves. If it weren't for this, how could Wu Fan have succeeded so easily?

  "Hmph...!"

  Maitreya's eyes had faded to a dull red, and he vomited blood continuously as he lay on the ground, gazing at Wu Fang with an inexplicable, distant smile: "Killing one person makes... makes one a Bodhisattva of the first stage, killing ten people... makes... a Bodhisattva of the tenth stage. I, I am a Bodhisattva of the hundredth stage... Cough cough! You Sui dogs, things won't end like this~~~ Hehehe..."

  "What's the point of saying so much? Just die if you're going to die!"

  Wu Fan disdainfully curled his lip and beheaded the opponent.

  After a moment of contemplation, Wu Fan called over one of his subordinates and said: "You go and pass on the message to Zhao Qianhu, tell him that these Maitreya Sect heretics have on them a secret medicine that can drive people mad. Let Zhao Qianhu instruct our brothers to be extremely cautious in their actions, and under no circumstances give the enemy an opportunity to administer the medicine."

  "Ah!"

  Wu Fan stood still for a long time, his eyes wandering aimlessly as he gazed at his subordinates rushing down the mountain.

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