Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and Su Yuzhuo also turned around, only to see a middle-aged man dressed in rags, his hair a mess like a bird's nest.

"No problem, you can continue. I'll make a move after you're finished," the middle-aged man said, waving his hand with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.

However, that wasn't the key point. The key was that although he was speaking, the middle-aged man's mouth never moved.

Xiao Feng and Su Yuzhuo exchanged a glance, and the same two words popped into their heads: ventriloquism.

Ventriloquism is not a supernatural ability, but rather a special speaking technique. With professional training, even ordinary people can speak without moving their lips.

The principle is to use breath to hit specific parts of the vocal cords, which then vibrate to produce sound.

However, unless it's for special circumstances, generally, no one bothers to learn ventriloquism because it's completely unnecessary.

"Did Bi Quan send you?" Xiao Feng asked.

"Yes, are you coming together, or one at a time?" the middle-aged man asked casually.

Su Yuzhuo immediately turned cold, instinctively reaching for his waist, but found nothing. He remembered that he had changed clothes and didn't have his weapon with him.

Xiao Feng chuckled, "Two people to fight you? I alone am enough to deal with you."

"Then enough talk, let's see the real skills under our hands!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man rushed towards Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng did not dodge, calmly waiting for the opponent to approach, his eyes locking onto the man's movements.

In terms of speed, the middle-aged man was clearly much stronger than the previous two groups of people, and his appearance signified that Bi Quan was determined to fight to the end.

After gauging the man's general level, Xiao Feng decided to continue practicing. If Bi Quan was willing to keep sending him whetstones, that would be a good thing.

However, what he didn't expect was that after the middle-aged man rushed over, he opened his mouth and spat a thick wad of phlegm.

"Damn!"

Xiao Feng cursed, bending backward to dodge it, his heart racing with a lingering sense of fear.

Thank goodness for a quick reaction. If I had been just a bit slower...

Thinking this, he was already putting strength into his waist to stand up.

But as soon as he moved, he saw the opponent had somehow drawn two bamboo chopsticks, now inches from his eyes. If he continued to stand up, he would be blinded.

And that wasn't all. With one chopstick in each hand, the middle-aged man's foot wasn't idle either. At that moment, it was aiming right between Xiao Feng's legs.

Damn it!

Xiao Feng was genuinely impressed. This guy really took being dirty and despicable to an extreme.

Such opponents are always terrifying, just like the black man he encountered earlier in the back mountains of Anping Temple, likewise unscrupulous to achieve their goals, with no bottom line whatsoever.

This scruffy middle-aged man, looking like a tramp, was clearly even more shameless than the black man, going all out with whatever dirty tricks he could muster.

"Get the hell out!"

Xiao Feng roared, rolling on the ground and kicking the man's knee.

"Bam!"

The middle-aged man grunted in pain, taking several steps back, a look of seriousness appearing in his eyes.

They say there's one move that can conquer all, referring exactly to situations like this for the middle-aged man.

He had used that set of moves countless times since he created it and could count on one hand the number of people who had perfectly dodged it without getting hurt.

Most suffered severe injuries, lost combat ability, and on a few occasions, it even ended lives.

Yet, for the first time, this seemingly invincible move was unexpectedly countered.

"Looks like you've got some skills," the middle-aged man said in a muffled voice.

Xiao Feng shook his head, "Not just some skills, I've got more tricks waiting for you."

With that, he took the initiative to attack, moving around to the man's back and landing two punches.

He was truly afraid the opponent might spit again. If he couldn't dodge it, it would definitely leave a lifelong psychological scar.

"Bang! Bang!"

After two heavy thuds, the middle-aged man stumbled forward, falling to one knee, a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

The two punches he had just received were not particularly heavy, but they left him feeling breathless. Could he have been poisoned unknowingly?

Xiao Feng didn't give him much time to think, seizing the moment to follow up with more attacks.

It was genuinely terrifying to face him head-on, and the time the opponent's back was facing him would certainly be short. Taking the opportunity to land a few more hits was only natural.

"Bang! Bang!"

Another two strikes landed, the middle-aged man hurriedly got up and turned to glare at Xiao Feng fiercely.

The next moment, he couldn't help himself and began to cough violently, "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Xiao Feng immediately retreated to avoid another spit from the opponent.

After the coughing fit, the middle-aged man clutched his chest with one hand, panting heavily.

At this moment, for the first time, he felt apprehensive about Xiao Feng.

Because those two punches just now left him breathless instantly, and the key was that the opponent's punches weren't heavy. Continuing like this had the middle-aged man feeling very unsure in his heart.

"It seems... I have no choice but to use my trump card..."

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, took a deep breath, his chest swelling visibly, and a gurgling sound came from his mouth.

Xiao Feng's heart skipped a beat, was he about to spit out something again?

But at that moment, the door behind the middle-aged man was suddenly flung open.

Su Yuzhuo had changed into his usual clothes, swiftly thrusting a long knife out.

"Pfft!"

The gleaming blade pierced through the middle-aged man's heart and out the other side.

The middle-aged man looked down, a flurry of panic and terror in his eyes.

With an expressionless face, Su Yuzhuo withdrew the blade, still seething inside.

He had finally mustered up the courage to create such a perfect opportunity, only for this bastard to suddenly pop up, ruining all his earlier efforts, utterly unforgivable!

Yet, even with the culprit dead, there was no reversing the lost opportunity. You couldn't just have Xiao Feng close his eyes again, could you?

Xiao Feng, on the other hand, felt a bit speechless. The guy had just left a threat hanging, and within seconds was taken down, making the whole scenario quite ironically absurd.

"Thud!"

The middle-aged man fell to his knees, then keeled over rigidly.

However, at the corner of his mouth, besides blood, there was also a fist-sized fleshy tumor, pulsating rhythmically as if breathing.

"What the hell is this?" Xiao Feng felt curious but didn't dare to approach recklessly.

The still-irate Su Yuzhuo, however, didn't care much and swung his long knife back to slash at it.

"No!"

Xiao Feng attempted to stop him, but it was too late. The tumor was already split in two.

"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"

An ear-piercing screech rose from the ground as a swarm of toad-like creatures climbed out of the tumor.

These toads were only marble-sized, but crawling together chaotically and emitting the shrill screech, they were enough to make one's scalp tingle.

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