Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 190 - 131 Birds of Two Kinds_2

Chapter 190: 131 Birds of Two Kinds_2

"Hmm, not bad."

Luo Peiyun nodded, "You’ve merely enhanced your strength and now you possess almost eighty thousand jin of power, truly worthy of being called Innate Divine Strength."

Shi Zaixing’s expression was one of shock, his face filled with disbelief.

In Ancient Moon Village, his strength was unmatched, unstoppable, even greater than the masters of the Giant Bear Series.

Yet, he had never imagined that he would lose to someone who hadn’t enhanced his strength.

Luo Peiyun took out a rope, which like a living creature, flew through the air, fluttering erratically before shooting towards Shi Zaixing like a long snake, quickly wrapping around, binding, and enveloping him layer upon layer until he was completely restrained.

"Release me!"

Shi Zaixing struggled frantically, his muscles nearly tearing from the intense movement.

However, the rope was very tough, and cleverly wrapped around every joint on Shi Zaixing’s body.

The more Shi Zaixing struggled, the tighter the rope became.

"If you dare, release me and let’s fight again."

Shi Zaixing fell to the ground, roaring angrily.

"Shut up, you cornered rat!"

Luo Peiyun sneered dismissively, "If you weren’t Shi Xiangyang’s son and still had some usefulness, you would have died eight times over by now."

Upon hearing the words "Shi Xiangyang," Shi Zaixing’s face changed dramatically, his throat seemed to be choked, and he could not utter any sound.

A moment later, the world gradually quieted down.

The battle was over!

Luo Kezhao came over, laughing heartily, "Father, we’ve killed everyone in Ancient Moon Village, completely wiping them out, not one escaped."

Luo Peiyun nodded and smiled, "Good! You lead the people to clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded."

He scanned the crowd and ordered, "The entire army shall rest for two hours, and then we’ll head to Qingguang County."

"Yes!"

Everyone immediately got busy, rushing about more eagerly than during the battle.

They quickly looted the bodies, taking any valuables from the dead.

All the valuable things within Ancient Moon Village were naturally plundered and divided on the spot.

Fang Zhixing and his three hundred archers also hurriedly joined in.

At this time, whoever found valuables could claim them; truly, the slow hand gets nothing!

Everyone was unapologetically competitive.

Fang Zhixing moved swiftly, entering the village and exploring inside a loft.

"Xigou, hurry up!"

He whispered urgently, "There should be many martial arts manuals inside a Martial Alliance stronghold."

"Got it, why are you so anxious."

Xigou also ran fast, swiftly entering every room, sniffing here and there, searching for good things.

Fang Zhixing went straight to the highest floor of the loft.

Suddenly, Wen Yudong blocked the staircase entrance and said with a raised hand, "Instructor Fang, sorry, this level was fiercely taken by our infantry brothers and should be theirs to loot first."

Fang Zhixing casually brushed aside his hand and continued forward, smiling lightly, "Without the support of our archer brothers, would you have been able to take over this place so smoothly?"

Wen Yudong’s face darkened and he said coldly, "The second son has ordered that except for the infantry, no one is allowed to trespass on this level."

Fang Zhixing gave Wen Yudong a cold glance and said indifferently, "Unless I am mistaken, the Infantry Commander and the Archery Instructor are of equal rank, and the second son has no authority to command me directly, does he?"

"You!"

Wen Yudong was immediately left speechless.

Officially, they were indeed equals.

But with Luo Kezhao’s status, he definitely had more sway over Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing, who was usually obedient as a dog and harmless to humans and animals, always extremely respectful to the second son and didn’t dare to cross the line, now was openly defiant for the sake of competing for treasure.

Wen Yudong clenched his lips tightly, watching as Fang Zhixing passed him by, walking inside; he restrained himself several times from drawing his sword.

Fang Zhixing passed by a room where several infantry were rummaging through boxes and cupboards.

He didn’t linger and continued forward, looking for a place like the Xuanwu Pavilion.

Whoosh whoosh~

Suddenly, a room ahead burst into flames, emitting dense smoke.

Fang Zhixing turned his head to look and saw Luo Kezhao walking out of a room with a torch in his hand.

After stepping out, Luo Kezhao sneered and threw the torch into the room before turning and walking away.

Fang Zhixing’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly sprinted over.

Upon reaching the door!

Just as expected!

The room contained rows of bookshelves, with books placed on the shelves.

However, the entire room had been doused with kerosene, and the fire was spreading rapidly.

The books and bookshelves were burning up.

Fang Zhixing was at a loss for words.

Being just a moment too late, Luo Kezhao had set fire to the place.

Fang Zhixing tore off a piece of cloth to cover his mouth and nose, charged into the blaze, enduring the agonizing pain of the scorching flames, and searched for any secret manuals that hadn’t burned.

He stepped on the flames, made a round inside the house—his boots got hotter and his trousers caught fire, as the flames gnawed at his leg hair and skin like ants.

Hu~

Suddenly, a row of bookshelves collapsed, sending a massive amount of flames rolling and leaping.

Fang Zhixing dodged quickly but was still swept by a tongue of fire, which scorched his shoulder and set his hair on fire.

"Ah, too late..."

Fang Zhixing, speechless, headed back outside.

Then, he noticed at the bottom of a bookshelf where the fire was very small.

Fang Zhixing peered inside and spotted a scroll tube that seemed to be fireproof; the flames hadn’t touched it, only scorching its surface slightly.

Seeing this scene!

Joy filled Fang Zhixing’s heart. He rushed over, grabbed the scroll tube, and then dashed out.

Once outside, he quickly patted down the flames on his body.

A few infantrymen happened to pass by. Seeing Fang Zhixing, his body smoking and charred, they were all shocked.

Fang Zhixing glanced at them and turned to enter another empty room.

"Upgrade!"

First, Fang Zhixing combined a second-level arrow to heal the burns on his body.

In an instant, all his injuries disappeared.

Unfortunately, the burned clothes were beyond repair.

Fang Zhixing didn’t care, he carefully inspected the scroll tube.

"Oh, it’s actually made of iron."

Fang Zhixing sensed he had stumbled upon a treasure, forcefully opened the lid, and poured out the contents.

What met his eyes was, indeed, a scroll.

"Could this be some supreme divine skill’s manual?"

Fang Zhixing, full of anticipation, opened the scroll, focused his gaze, and then his expression darkened.

The scroll was filled with many words.

But it wasn’t a supreme divine skill.

Instead, it was a list!

Fang Zhixing sighed and smacked his lips, "Well, it’s not entirely fruitless."

He tucked the scroll into his chest and got up to walk out.

"Fang Zhixing, come upstairs quickly!"

Suddenly, Xigou transmitted a message.

Fang Zhixing was invigorated and hurriedly ran downstairs.

Soon, he and Xigou met.

Xigou looked at him and expressed surprise, "How did you end up like this?"

Fang Zhixing replied simply, "It’s nothing, what did you find?"

Xigou was standing outside a room, indicating, "Quick, look, there are good things inside."

Fang Zhixing took a careful look and his expression turned to one of astonishment.

The room was very large, at least as big as a basketball court.

The vast space stored many kinds of exotic beast skins, each one very large.

A glance revealed the skin of a one-horned tiger and the hide of a Swamp Giant Crocodile, among others.

"All valuable goods."

Fang Zhixing quickly understood.

Rebels also needed to purchase food, weapons, and other supplies, all of which were expensive.

Most likely, their income came from hunting mutant beasts to sell their meat and skins.

Fang Zhixing walked in; the skins were either hung on the walls or piled on the floor.

He circled around, then suddenly stopped.

In a corner, there was a shadow that seemed empty at first glance.

At this moment, if it weren’t for the light from the flames outside illuminating it just right, Fang Zhixing would not have noticed that something was amidst that shadow.

Fang Zhixing crouched down and touched it.

The shadow shook slightly.

"What is this?!"

Fang Zhixing grabbed the thing and slowly lifted it.

Gradually, it revealed its shape—it was a piece of snake skin, over fifteen meters long.

Amazingly, the color of the snake skin kept changing, like a chameleon.

Especially when it met black, it seemed to blend into the darkness, becoming a part of it, making it hard to notice.

"Could this be the skin of a ’Shadow Dark Snake’?"