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At that moment, Pei Guanjing wore a grim expression as he faced Li Wangcai and said, "Even so, what does it matter?"
Seeing that Pei Guanjing was no longer as composed as before, Li Wangcai realized that his earlier words had struck a nerve. He replied in a cold voice, "Hand Ye Chen over to me, and I will take him to Lord Ren. I, Li Wangcai, guarantee that I will never disclose anything about Ye Chen's experiences in the army or his reputation."
The implication was clear: as long as Ye Chen was handed over to him, he would keep silent about the humiliation Ye Chen suffered at Zhao Yongsheng's hands and the mark left by Pei Guanjing.
For a Kun Ze, losing one's reputation before marriage would be more painful than death, as it would turn them into a disgrace in everyone's eyes.
Pei Guanjing let out a cold laugh, tinged with disdain. "Let's see if you can walk out of this tent first."
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand, which had been resting behind him, shot out like a black lightning bolt. His fingers curled into claws with fierce momentum, swiftly aiming for Li Wangcai's throat.
Li Wangcai was taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief. Pei Guanjing had suddenly attacked without warning during their conversation, and the first strike was ruthlessly aimed at a vital point.
In a panic, Li Wangcai instinctively leaned back, his upper body arching awkwardly to evade the deadly blow. Seeing that his attack had failed to seize Li Wangcai's throat, Pei Guanjing's eyes flashed with determination. He quickly altered his technique; his fingers converged rapidly, with his index and middle fingers shooting out like two sharp blades, slicing through the air towards Li Wangcai's lower back.
The Mingmen acupoint was one of the thirty-six lethal points on the human body. Even a light touch could leave someone sore and numb for half a day; now, with all of Pei Guanjing's strength concentrated in those two fingers, the force seemed capable of piercing through stone.
If that hit landed, even if Li Wangcai didn't die, he would surely be gravely injured. Fear surged within him as his heart raced violently in his chest, almost breaking free.
In this critical moment, he bent backward, muscles tensed as he contorted his body into an exaggerated arch. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked into the ground beneath him.
However, Li Wangcai's martial skills were far inferior to Pei Guanjing's. With Pei Guanjing’s murderous intent clear and every strike aimed to kill, each attack came like a torrential storm, leaving no room for him to catch his breath.
The acupoint of the Mingmen was barely grazed, and Pei Guanjing wasted no time. With a swift motion, he struck again, aiming directly at Li Wangcai's Qihai acupoint with the force of a gale. The Qihai was also a vital point; if struck carelessly, it could lead to death or severe injury.
However, this time Li Wangcai was not as fortunate as before. In his panic, he exerted all his strength, attempting to spring up like a carp leaping from the water, hoping to evade Pei Guanjing's attack and protect his Qihai. Yet Pei Guanjing's finger still brushed past his Qihai like a ghostly apparition.
In an instant, the energy and blood within Li Wangcai surged violently, akin to roaring waves.
A strong metallic sweetness surged up his throat, making it feel as if it were on fire. He gritted his teeth, desperately swallowing the bitter taste back down, producing a deep gurgling sound in his throat. If he let that blood spill out, he would lose all strength to resist.
Li Wangcai dared not linger any longer; he turned to flee. But Pei Guanjing would not allow him to escape so easily. Transforming his two fingers into a palm, he concentrated his internal energy and struck forcefully at Li Wangcai's back.
This palm strike carried an overwhelming momentum and landed heavily on Li Wangcai's back.
Ultimately, the metallic sweetness in Li Wangcai's mouth forced its way out; blood sprayed into the air, creating a mist of crimson.
His body flew forward like a kite with a severed string, crashing heavily to the ground. Li Wangcai lay sprawled on the ground, limbs twitching weakly. At that moment, every inch of his skin and every bone felt as if pierced by thousands of steel needles—pain radiated everywhere.
Behind him, Pei Guanjing's palm wind surged again, resembling a ferocious beast intent on devouring him completely.
In this life-and-death moment, Li Wangcai's mind raced. Suddenly, a name flashed through his mind. With the last of his strength, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Ye Chen!"
Upon hearing the name Ye Chen, Pei Guanjing's fierce palm wind indeed faltered for an instant. A flicker of panic crossed his eyes as he halted his movements.
He quickly turned his head and scanned the surroundings, fearing that Ye Chen might truly be nearby and had overheard their earlier conversation.
If Ye Chen truly heard this, given his temperament, it would likely lead to yet another misunderstanding. Before he had the chance to explain that he was aware of Kun Ze's situation, he had already taken the token and left the Military Camp alone.
If Ye Chen were to misinterpret things again at this moment and act foolishly, no matter how many times he faced death, he would never be able to atone for his mistake.
As Pei Guanjing hesitated, Li Wangcai seized the rare opportunity, using both hands and feet to scramble to the door, pushing aside the curtain with all his might and darting out like a startled bird.
By the time Pei Guanjing hurriedly pushed aside the curtain to chase after him, the outside was already empty; there was no trace of Li Wangcai to be found. Only the sound of the wind howled, as if mocking his negligence.
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