Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 422: The Old Witch’s Trump Card (Third Update)

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: The Old Witch’s Trump Card (Third Update)

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his feet, his body subtly shifting to one side.

The witch’s claw, carrying a gust of Yin Energy, skimmed past Chen Feng’s body and grabbed at thin air on the spot.

As the claw came up empty, the dispersed Yin Energy was stealthily absorbed by the Tianqi Holy Pearl hidden within Chen Feng’s chest.

Seeing this, Chen Feng temporarily abandoned his plan to defeat the witch with a single palm strike.

Since the Tianqi Holy Pearl seemed so fond of absorbing Yin Energy, he decided to let it absorb a bit more.

The last time it had absorbed the True Qi of Cang Ying, it brought Chen Feng a considerable advantage.

Chen Feng knew that as long as the Tianqi Holy Pearl absorbed enough and improved, his superpower would also enhance accordingly!

So, Chen Feng prepared to continue evading, allowing the Tianqi Holy Pearl to absorb more for a while.

After the witch’s first claw missed, she quickly retracted it and aimed a new strike at Chen Feng’s head.

Seeing this, Chen Feng twisted his neck and once again dodged with ease.

In this manner, the witch attacked Chen Feng dozens of times more, each effortlessly avoided by him.

During this time, the Tianqi Holy Pearl indulged in stealing Yin Energy, reveling in the act.

Chen Feng was delighted.

And the unfortunate witch, after attacking for so long, had not even touched the hem of Chen Feng’s clothes.

This was to be expected.

After all, she was merely a witch skilled in crooked spells and curses.

Casting a spell or hexing someone in the dark was her forte.

But when it came to physical confrontation, Chen Feng could be considered her ancestor!

After a series of continuous attacks, the witch was now nearly exhausted, her hands on her hips as she gasped for air.

Already approaching seventy years of age, her stamina was limited; her aging body could no longer bear the strain of her persistent offensive.

What puzzled her, though, was that the more she fought, the less Yin Energy there seemed to be around her, and she had no clue where it had gone.

However, the witch didn’t think too much of it, attributing it to her failing strength.

Little did she know, the missing Yin Energy had all been absorbed by the Tianqi Holy Pearl inside Chen Feng!

"Boy... if you... if you have the guts, then... just stop dodging!"

The witch said breathlessly, her eyes fixed on Chen Feng, her face showing an unwillingness to accept defeat.

"Alright!"

Chen Feng smiled faintly and stood still.

The Tianqi Holy Pearl had already absorbed enough, so there was no need to dodge any longer.

"You said it, no regrets allowed!"

The witch clenched her teeth, mustered all the remaining strength in her body, and lunged at Chen Feng once again.

As the witch got closer, Chen Feng’s mouth curled into a smirk, and without another word, he kicked out directly at the advancing witch.

The kick landed squarely on the witch’s abdomen.

"Aow!"

A shrill scream echoed.

The poor witch, having gathered all her strength, had not yet reached Chen Feng when she was kicked away once more, slamming heavily against the mud-brick wall, creating a large hole in the dilapidated structure.

And the witch’s body flew out through the hole, landing in a graveyard behind the house.

"Witch!"

Ma Qi’s expression changed as he quickly ran towards the direction where the witch had fallen.

Seeing this, Chen Feng shook his head and followed.

Outside the mud-brick house, within the graveyard.

At this moment, the ghostly old woman lay sprawled across a grave mound, her body battered nearly to pieces, barely hanging onto half a life.

It was fortunate for her that Chen Feng’s kick was just a casual one, or else she would have already joined the realm of spirits.

Still, even so, at over seventy years old, she was finding it hard to endure. If not for her yin energy forming a protective layer, she would certainly be in dire straits.

Ma Qi rushed into the graveyard, squatting next to the ghostly old woman, and looked at her with a face full of concern, "Witch, are you alright?"

"Girl, this time it seems I’ve capsized in the gutter, but rest assured, since I’ve taken your money, I’ll definitely see to it that the deed is done, and that woman won’t survive!"

The ghostly old woman coughed up a mouthful of black blood, saying with a pale face.

"You should take care of yourself first!"

Chen Feng walked into the graveyard, looked down at the witch, and said coldly.

"Hmph, kid, don’t be too smug. Did you really think that, after decades of cultivation, I wouldn’t have a trump card? Killing me, you’re thinking it’s a little too easy!"

The ghostly old woman snorted and said through clenched teeth.

"Really?"

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Boy, I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise, once I bring out my trump card, it will be too late for everything!"

The ghostly old woman glared at Chen Feng, her voice filled with fierce determination.

"I can leave, sure."

Chen Feng said with a faint smile, then continued, "But before that, I need to send you on your way!"

Saying this, Chen Feng lifted his leg and began to walk step by step towards the witch.

Seeing this, the witch’s face drastically changed, thinking to herself: What to do? Do I really have to use that move? If I do, all the efforts of half my life will be destroyed!

The ghostly old woman grappled with her reluctance, her face conflicted.

Yet, as Chen Feng drew closer and closer, the witch could only grit her teeth and, despite the pain, said, "Forget it, just let it be destroyed. If I don’t use that move now, I’m going to die here today, and all will have been in vain!"

Thinking this, a resolute expression rose on the witch’s face. She quickly flipped over to sit up on the ground, crossed her legs, closed her eyes, and began to recite a spell.

Chen Feng saw this and frowned, preparing to step forward.

And just then, a voice suddenly echoed in Chen Feng’s mind.

"Kid, it looks like you’ve really stirred up trouble!"

"Trouble?" Chen Feng was momentarily startled and asked in confusion.

"Yes, I can sense a huge wave of resentment awakening nearby, loud enough to wake me from my dreams!"

The old daoist said.

"What is that?"

Chen Feng asked in confusion.

"Don’t know, let´s wait and see!"

The old daoist replied.

"Okay."

Chen Feng nodded.

While they were communicating through their thoughts, the witch had finished reciting the spell and suddenly opened her eyes.

At this moment, her eyes had turned completely blood red.

With those bloodshot eyes glaring straight at Chen Feng, she said in a voice filled with unspeakable misery, "It’s all because you forced me, you forced me to use this move, you forced me to destroy decades of hard work, you will pay for all of this!"

Having said that, the witch stood up straight from the ground, then turned and knelt down in front of a grave mound in the center of the graveyard, muttering, "Embittered infant spirit, be born!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the witch knocked her forehead against the grave mound three times, with heavy thuds.

With the witch’s third thud complete.

"Wuuu wuuu wuuu!"

A cold wind suddenly rose in the graveyard, like the crying of ghosts and howling of wolves, and the temperature around them plummeted.