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Chapter 118: 【094】Immortal on the Cliff_3

Chapter 118: 【094】Immortal on the Cliff_3

"Damn it!"

Wang Longhu calmed his mind and struck out with a punch. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell off the gun handle, plummeting downwards.

Fortunately, in an instant, he grabbed the gun handle with one hand, narrowly avoiding being smashed into pulp.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Feeling his heart pounding crazily at this moment, his blood pressure soared to astronomical heights. Wang Longhu was trembling all over, his face looking incredibly pale.

However, soon, an unknown excitement surged within him.

This was it! The feeling of walking on the edge of life and death, the sensation above death.

Climbing back onto the gun handle, Wang Longhu didn’t feel the slightest fear, continuing to practice Xingyi Boxing calmly. But this time, his punching posture was noticeably more fluid than before.

...

The sun set over the western hills, turning the sky a scorched yellow.

Two men with bamboo baskets on their backs trudged wearily towards the direction outside the mountain.

"Been in the mountains for three days; the harvest is not bad, should be about thirty thousand yuan."

"I got about twenty-three thousand; almost got bitten by a venomous snake."

They were walking together, but three meters apart, chatting sporadically.

They were factory herb collectors, coming from the same place. But in this deserted wilderness, all notions of fellow villagers and trust had to be put aside.

After all, if you get rid of the other, you could take all their harvest. By the time you leave the mountain, it’s tens of thousands in earnings. Sometimes a life could be that cheap.

"Lucky we came back early; otherwise, if we couldn’t get out before dark, it would be a problem." One man looked up at the sky, sighing with emotion.

But in the next second, his eyes widened in disbelief, staring at the high cliff in the sky.

"Old, Old Zhao, look over there, is there a person up there?"

The man called turned instinctively, reaching to his waist and gripping the machete he carried.

Before leaving the mountain, everything was a potential danger. Any strange question could be followed by a sudden ambush, as past experiences had taught the villagers.

Gripping the knife, Old Zhao raised his head, and his expression instantly showed astonishment.

The sun was setting over the western hills, the sunset painting the sky.

In the distance on the cliff, a vague figure seemed to float high in the air, pacing and maneuvering.

At this moment, Old Zhao even entertained a crazy thought.

Could he have encountered an Immortal?

"An illusion, it must be an illusion." Old Zhao instinctively wanted to take out his phone, but remembered that three days had passed, and the phone had long since died. There was no way to take a photo now.

Just then, the figure on the cliff leaped, disappearing above the mountain wall in just two or three seconds.

"This!"

The two exchanged glances, each seeing deep shock in the other’s eyes.

...

Returning to the factory hungry, Wang Longhu carried the iron spear, looking full of Spirit.

He had intended to return at noon for a meal and then continue into the mountains for more martial arts training. But unexpectedly, he got so immersed in practice that he lost track of time. By the time he realized, it was already afternoon, and lunch was long gone—he’d have to wait for dinner.

The sight of Wang Longhu carrying the large spear was somewhat out of place compared to the others, quickly drawing the attention of the workers heading to the cafeteria. They looked at him with surprised and curious gazes.

Wang Longhu wasn’t bothered by these looks. The day of practicing Xingyi Boxing had been very fruitful. Continuing at this pace, he might level up his Xingyi Boxing within five days.

As soon as he stepped into the workers’ cafeteria, Wang Longhu noticed several people glaring at him with hatred. He recognized these people; they were all Zhang Jinbao’s fellow villagers.

With Guo Shenggang and Zhang Jinbao both considered half-crippled, he figured these people couldn’t stir up much trouble.

"Brother Hu!"

A voice called out excitedly, and he saw Zheng Dongliang eating alone, frantically waving at Wang Longhu.

"As the son of the factory, can’t you have your meals delivered to your office?" Wang Longhu put down his spear, got his meal, sat down, and asked in confusion.

"Well, eating is all about the atmosphere. Eating alone is dull enough; hiding in the office would be doubly lonely." Zheng Dongliang waved his hand: "Hey, Brother Hu, where have you been all day? I went to your dorm but couldn’t find you, and I didn’t see you in the lecture hall either."

"Finding a place to practice martial arts." Wang Longhu was starving at the moment, uninterested in chatting, and immediately started devouring his meal, as if he hadn’t eaten in three or four days, leaving Zheng Dongliang dumbfounded.

He had seen people with good appetites, but never someone who could eat like Wang Longhu.

Since experiencing Dark Force refinement in his internal organs, Wang Longhu’s organs were nourished by Spirit, speeding up his metabolism and increasing his appetite.

Only with substantial energy replenishment could he sustain his strength and stamina during a fight; otherwise, it would seem unscientific for someone capable of exerting the strength of two horses to have the same food intake as an ordinary person.

"Young man, that spear of yours is quite impressive."

As Wang Longhu buried himself in eating, a hearty voice came from behind him. A six-foot tall, hefty man sat down on a chair beside him, courteously extending a cigarette branded Zhonghua.