Boom!!
In the mountain forest, electric lights flashed, and a large cluster of hornets buzzed together, triggering a chain reaction. In an instant, all the hornets were struck by the palm lightning, charred inside and out, falling to the ground like raindrops.
As Yan Shouyi stepped over the bodies of the hornets, he could even smell a burnt aroma!
Seeing their moves repeatedly and easily countered by Yan Shouyi, the Ma siblings' faces turned grim.
Although both originated from folk traditions, the reputation of a Lu Ban successor was indeed far greater than that of their Mojin school. The Ma siblings instinctively wanted to compete with Yan Shouyi.
Yan Shouyi had played in the mountains near Chenjia Village since he was a child. Although he hadn't come to Uncle Jiang's mountain much, the surrounding terrain was all similar.
Therefore, familiar with the environment and leveraging the physical advantages of his Tian Sha Shi Kui body, he weaved through the bamboo forest like a fish in water, as slippery as an eel. In the blink of an eye, he had left the Ma siblings far behind.
"Don't run!" Ma Jinxuan suddenly threw something from her back.
Yan Shouyi, whose guard had somewhat lowered, thought Ma Jinxuan was going to throw a flying knife again and quickly ducked to dodge.
To his surprise, he felt someone grab his ankle, and with considerable strength, they yanked Yan Shouyi to the ground!
"What the hell?!"
This time, it was Yan Shouyi's turn to face-plant. Fortunately, he managed to prop himself up with his hands in time to prevent his handsome face from being ruined.
Rolling over and looking back, he saw a large iron hand gripping his ankle. The iron hand, like a clamp, held his foot, and at the other end was a long rope, held by Ma Jinxuan.
"Flying Tiger Claw?" Yan Shouyi was annoyed. It seemed he had truly angered these two Mojin school members if they were resorting to their signature tools.
The Flying Tiger Claw was forged from fine steel, with a front resembling a tiger's claw that could be loosened or tightened. A long rope was attached to the back. When used, the flying claw struck an object. With a tug of the rope, the steel claws would abruptly retract, their tips digging in. It was quite effective for grabbing objects from a distance or climbing complex terrain.
In the hands of the Mojin school members, this Flying Tiger Claw had been honed to perfection, becoming as natural as their own hands. Within thirty meters, they could grab whatever they wished.
Now, Yan Shouyi had been caught.
Seeing that she had captured Yan Shouyi, Ma Jinxuan let out a cold snort and began to drag him back.
Although she was a woman, her strength was by no means small. Yan Shouyi, weighing one hundred and fifty pounds, was easily dragged by Ma Jinxuan.
Ma Xingping did not stand by idly. He strode towards Yan Shouyi, intending to cooperate with Ma Jinxuan and subdue Yan Shouyi together.
Yan Shouyi struggled several times, but the Flying Tiger Claw held too tightly. If he struggled any further, the claws might dig into his flesh.
Giving up his struggle, Yan Shouyi forced a smile and said to the approaching Ma Xingping, "Brother, don't be so agitated. Let's talk this through!"
However, Ma Xingping's mind was solely focused on obtaining the Flesh Ganoderma in the King Jian's tomb. Anyone who stood in his way was his enemy, so Yan Shouyi's words were completely useless.
Seeing Ma Xingping charging forward with fierce momentum, appearing formidable, Yan Shouyi abandoned his verbal persuasion. Since gentle methods didn't work, he decided to use a tougher approach!
"Take this!"
Yan Shouyi suddenly threw something. Without even looking, Ma Xingping raised his hands to block.
With a "ding," the hidden weapon Yan Shouyi threw failed to harm Ma Xingping at all; instead, it bounced back towards Yan Shouyi.
Ma Xingping then clearly saw that what Yan Shouyi had thrown was the very flying knife Ma Jinxuan had used to attack Yan Shouyi earlier!
"Are you Copper Head Iron Arm?" Yan Shouyi asked in surprise.
Ma Xingping snorted coldly, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms.
To his astonishment, his arms were clad in a pair of finely crafted iron sleeves. They perfectly covered his arms while not hindering his movement or flexibility.
Even more frightening, Ma Xingping shook his hands, and dense barbs sprang from the iron sleeves!
If one were to take a punch from Ma Xingping, they might very well have a whole chunk of flesh torn off by these barbs!
This was the Climbing Mountain Digging Armor, another signature tool of the Mojin school, much like the Flying Tiger Claw.
When the Mojin school members explored tombs, they often encountered perilous environments. If they accidentally slipped and fell from a height, pressing their arms against the rock face with the Climbing Mountain Digging Armor could save their lives.
Of course, this item was even more formidable in combat.
The flying knife Yan Shouyi had thrown had struck the Climbing Mountain Digging Armor, thus failing to harm Ma Xingping in the slightest.
Sensing the unfavorable turn of events, Yan Shouyi picked up the flying knife, intending to cut the rope of the Flying Tiger Claw. However, the material of the rope was no ordinary stuff; how could a mere flying knife sever it?
Ma Xingping sneered, approached Yan Shouyi, and punched towards his head!
"I dodge!"
Yan Shouyi quickly turned his head, narrowly dodging the punch.
Ma Xingping's punch was also terrifying. With one blow, he punched a large hole near Yan Shouyi's head, splattering dirt onto Yan Shouyi's face.
Glancing to the side, Yan Shouyi angrily exclaimed, "You're hitting so hard, do you want to kill me?"
Ma Xingping said coldly, "You have corpse qi on you, and I presume you are not an ordinary person. This punch won't kill you!"
"Even if I'm not ordinary, you can't hit me like this!"
It appeared that the Ma siblings, who had dealt with the dead for years, could easily discern that Yan Shouyi's constitution was different from that of ordinary people.
This fact alone was enough for Yan Shouyi to unleash his full power and take the Ma siblings seriously. They were not pampered descendants but opponents with genuine skills and rich experience.
Ma Xingping gave Yan Shouyi no chance to stall. He pressed one hand against Yan Shouyi's chest and raised the other, striking down again.
At that moment, Long Feicheng's figure emerged from the nearby woods. He raised his peach wood sword high and swung it down at Ma Xingping's back!
This sneak attack caught even Ma Xingping off guard. He distinctly saw Long Feicheng leading his men in another direction, so how did he reappear here?
The power of the lightning-struck peach wood sword was no joke. Even an ordinary person like Long Feicheng, with one strike, caused electric sparks to fly. Ma Xingping convulsed all over, entering a brief state of rigidity.
Seeing that the sneak attack was effective, Long Feicheng grinned and reached out to pull Yan Shouyi, "Brother Yan is in trouble, and I, your brother, am duty-bound to help!"
But before Yan Shouyi's hand could touch Long Feicheng, Ma Jinxuan from a distance had already charged over. Seeing this, Long Feicheng immediately retracted his hand, disappeared back into the woods without looking back, leaving only a voice echoing in the mountains:
"Brother Yan, hold on, I'll find another chance to save you!"
Yan Shouyi: "..."
Long Feicheng's mouth was the devil's tongue!
Seeing Ma Jinxuan about to attack and Ma Xingping about to recover, Yan Shouyi no longer held back. He directly summoned his Soul-Cutting Blade and cleaved the rope of the Flying Tiger Claw!
Although the rope of the Flying Tiger Claw was formidable, it was ultimately an ordinary item, with no comparison to the Soul-Cutting Blade!