Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 69: Killing Ning Hongzhuo

Han Dong had helped Jiang Feng out of danger several times.

Jiang Feng couldn’t bear to implicate Han Dong.

Now Han Dong was in danger because of him. If he stood by and watched, Jiang Feng’s conscience could not rest easy.

He realized that at Minor Success Level, the Divine Arrow couldn’t do anything to Ning Hongzhuo.

Jiang Feng opened up his status panel.

He added six thousand Fortune Points to Divine Arrow.

He remembered that last time he upgraded Divine Arrow, it used three thousand Fortune Points. To upgrade it again, it should be double according to the pattern.

The panel display changed.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune Points: 5376

Cultivation Technique: Prison Guard Health Care Skill (Great Perfection)

Skills: Prison Guard Long Fist (Minor Success+) Divine Arrow (Great Success) Monkey Escape (Great Perfection)

Realm: Third Grade (Refining Divinity)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng saw that Divine Arrow had indeed become Great Success.

"Hand over the goods!"

Ning Hongzhuo spotted Jiang Feng at a glance, dressed in Night Clothes, face completely concealed, standing atop a distant rooftop.

He abandoned Han Dong.

And flew straight toward Jiang Feng.

The Dark Hall Martial Artist caught on and began flanking Jiang Feng together.

Jiang Feng focused his entire mind.

He seemed to merge with the world around him.

Once again, he drew the bow and noosed the arrow.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

This time, he shot five arrows in succession.

With each arrow he loosed, he felt as if it had fused with his Qi Blood; with his naked eyes, he could see the clear path of the arrows through the air.

It was as if those arrows he shot out,

were part of his own body.

At Great Success Level, Divine Arrow seemed to be true Human-Arrow Unity.

"Clang clang clang!"

"Hmm?"

Ning Hongzhuo had already experienced Jiang Feng’s archery, and believed that with his strength, he could handle it.

Especially after seeing Jiang Feng shoot five consecutive arrows, he thought Jiang Feng had nothing left.

As an archery expert himself, he understood all too well—the more consecutive arrows shot, the weaker the latter arrows become.

So long as he could block the first three arrows, the last two he could dodge with his eyes closed.

However, something unimaginable happened.

These five arrows from Jiang Feng,

each surpassed all expectations.

Both in speed, and in power, they had been greatly enhanced.

By the time he blocked the first three arrows, he was already exhausted.

Facing the last two arrows,

he had only enough time to press his saber to his chest and take them head-on.

"Clang clang!"

An ear-piercing clash rang out.

Ning Hongzhuo felt that the arrows seemed capable of piercing straight through his Horse-Cutting Saber—a powerful force of penetration seeped from the blade into his body.

He had just leaped from the alley to the rooftop, hadn’t even steadied himself, when he was sent flying back, crashing into the alley below. His throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face changed abruptly, as he quickly rolled under the wall, out of Jiang Feng’s line of sight.

"Careful, don’t come over here!"

Thinking of that Dark Hall Martial Artist, he couldn’t help but shout.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

he saw a figure crash onto the alley ground, ten meters in front of him.

It was that Third-Grade Dark Hall Martial Artist.

The man had three arrows stuck in his chest.

When he tried to roll under the wall to hide,

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

Five more arrows rained down in succession.

Each arrow struck his body, piercing through and nailing him to the ground.

Ning Hongzhuo felt his scalp tingle.

A feeling of impending death descended upon him.

Forget about ledgers or whatever.

He didn’t care anymore.

He tried to sneak along the wall under Jiang Feng’s line of sight, quickly escaping the area.

"Swish swish swish!"

But once the bow was drawn, there is no turning back.

Jiang Feng, forced to this point, would not relent until he killed Ning Hongzhuo.

He flashed onto another rooftop.

There, he saw Ning Hongzhuo crouching low, sneaking under the wall, clearly trying to flee.

Three arrows flew out.

Ning Hongzhuo dodged swiftly.

Using obstacles to evade Jiang Feng’s arrows.

Two of those three arrows tore through his clothes; he felt that if not for the eaves and courtyard walls around, if they had been outside Dragon Capital City, he would have been hit for sure.

In his panic,

he pushed his speed to its limit, sprinting along the ground, willing to take a longer route rather than dare leap over the rooftops, afraid he’d end up like the Dark Hall Martial Artist, shot dead on the spot by Jiang Feng.

"Huff huff!"

Jiang Feng, like a monkey, leapt through the alley air above.

Chasing after Ning Hongzhuo.

Han Dong stood in the middle of the alley.

Looking at that masked figure, for some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity.

She didn’t know why he would save her.

Watching him relentlessly pursue Ning Hongzhuo so fiercely—could it be he was just here to kill Ning Hongzhuo, and saving her was a coincidence?

"Who exactly are you?"

"Have you been with the Divine Arrow Army?"

Ning Hongzhuo shouted.

Dashing into a nearby courtyard.

He suddenly realized that his Body Technique was inferior to Jiang Feng’s, and if he kept running, he’d be dead for sure.

If that’s the case—

why not find a house to hide in?

As long as he wasn’t exposed to Jiang Feng’s sight,

no matter how strong Jiang Feng’s archery was, what could he do?

So, he risked vaulting over the courtyard wall, intending to hide inside someone’s house.

However,

Jiang Feng had already anticipated this.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

From the moment Ning Hongzhuo entered the courtyard, in the time it took to dart indoors, his figure was fully exposed to Jiang Feng’s sight.

Although this window lasted but a brief instant,

for Jiang Feng, it was more than enough.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

Five consecutive arrows were fired.

The arrows surged forward one after another.

Han Dong, leaping across the alley rooftop, saw that masked figure—his archery skills truly divine, five arrows like sword qi slashing through the air.

Leaving Ning Hongzhuo with nowhere to run.

At the crucial moment, he could only raise his saber to block.

The Horse-Cutting Saber hacked desperately.

"Clang clang!"

"Thud thud thud!"

But,

this time, Ning Hongzhuo only blocked the first two arrows.

The last three, his Saber Technique missed completely.

Three arrows struck him almost simultaneously.

The immense force, with his body in tow, slammed into a mud-brick wall of the civilian’s house.

The whole wall shook violently.

The roof tiles even came loose.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

Almost without pause,

Jiang Feng shot five more arrows.

All five found their mark on Ning Hongzhuo’s body.

One arrow fiercer than the last.

The mud-brick wall trembled again and again; when the final arrow struck, its powerful force smashed Ning Hongzhuo through the wall and flung him into the kitchen.

Startling the owner of the house.

"This..."

Han Dong was stunned.

She’d witnessed Ning Hongzhuo’s strength before, and now—he was killed on the spot by that masked man.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, she seemed struck by lightning.

The masked man was looking at her—and pointed his drawn bow and notched arrow straight at her.

Han Dong didn’t hesitate, smashing through the roof with one step and entering the house, staying out of Jiang Feng’s line of sight.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

Just as she fell inside, she heard terrifying arrows whistling overhead; if she had been just a bit slower, she’d have been riddled by a hail of arrows.

For a time, Han Dong did not dare leave the house.

Jiang Feng smirked secretly and vanished at once. Scaring Han Dong off was to prevent her from thinking he was there to save her, to avoid arousing suspicion again.