I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1939 - 368: Qianxi Village’s Anomaly

The hunters’ wariness and escape caused a moment of hesitation among the team members, as they were already quite fatigued from the mountainous journey. Another inexplicable confrontation would be a costly affair.

As the team hesitated, Tang Xing’s expression suddenly shifted. After a brief pause, he walked forward, lifted a frozen wolf leg with one hand, and calmly ordered, "To see people is a great blessing, and any precaution can naturally be resolved."

Along the way, when had the territory ever been so reckless?

The team members were doubtful, but after a glance at each other, they followed out of habit.

Perhaps Tang Xing had been a reckless person in the past, but through years of experience, he had learned the meaning of responsibility and would not take risks lightly.

Even when approaching such wary hunters, one should be cautious, and the sudden interaction was due to a secret voice transmission.

The familiar voice made him realize that this was the third lesson ground for the team.

With that in mind, no matter the difficulties ahead, they had to forge ahead.

Leading the members to the top of a peak that looked like a crescent from afar, Tang Xing pointed at the ruins of a village at the foot of the mountain and said, "That is Qianxi Village, your first stop in Zhongzhou."

Before he finished, the initially hesitant team members turned serious, quickly turning their gaze beyond the valley.

Looking down the mountain, everywhere was a mess from the avalanche, with fallen trees and collapsed houses impacting the village in the valley center.

However, due to the crescent-shaped mountain acting as a natural shield, the damage was not severe, with a few dozen scattered houses affected only partially, with the worst being collapsed.

Compared to some towns in the south, the avalanche hadn’t submerged the treetops nor erased traces of civilization here.

More importantly, through simple analysis, it was apparent that the hunter wasn’t the only survivor in the village.

But why was such a small village the first stop for their journey in Zhongzhou?

As the team focused on the small village, Tang Xing continued, "Now, you go down, do your best to help this village through this crisis."

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This was their first mission since entering Gegong, so they were a bit excited.

Yet despite the excitement, the four of them remained grounded and chose not to act independently.

They hadn’t forgotten about the hunter who dropped his prey and ran. If they were in Longzhou, they wouldn’t worry, as a village’s martial power was limited.

Not to mention Yang Fan, Tang Nianfan, Tang Tianyu, even Pei Mu, the weakest of the four, had made a name for himself on some country path.

But this was Zhongzhou, the birthplace of the Xiehe Human Race, the origin of all cultivation techniques on earth. Every village on this land could be home to an ancient clan with thousands of years of history according to legend.

Of course, from the extent of the avalanche hitting this village, it’s clear that Qianxi Village isn’t one of those legendary villages, but caution is needed.

Like that hunter with his cultivation, if seventeen or eighteen such attackers suddenly appear, even they could face trouble, so caution is wise.

The four approached the village slowly, but no ambush came, only deathly silence surrounding them.

"Is anyone there?"

Yang Fan, leading the way, hoisted the wolf carcass and shouted, "Is anyone here?"

Other than the echo through the mountains, there was no response.

"Let’s split up to search."

Tang Nianfan frowned and suggested, "With so many houses unaffected, there must be survivors."

"Alright, let’s split up but not too far apart, and shout if you encounter anything!"

Though the silence of the village felt eerie, Yang Fan agreed with Tang Nianfan’s proposal.

Your mountains have strengthened their legs. Now, dividing into groups improved efficiency, allowing them to quickly survey the village and gather much information.

"This village likely has several survivors!"

After regrouping, Tang Tianyu led them to the central well, pointing at the numerous footprints, "But for some reason, they all fled outside the valley."

Pei Mu speculated while looking at the footprints, "Could the avalanche have driven wild animals into the village, causing them all to flee?"

"People can’t outrun beasts in the snow, plus there are no animal tracks here."

Tang Nianfan shook his head, "And look at these footprints, they’re too uniform to be a chaotic escape, more like deliberate migration."

"Migration, my foot. I checked several houses, and they didn’t take their bedding or clothes or any kitchenware, and there’s salted vegetables in some jars."

Pei Mu disagreed.

"Who’s lurking!"

Amidst their discussions, Yang Fan suddenly shouted, drawing his sword and sending a streak of sword energy toward a distant rooftop.

Baili Wuchang never expected that his Concealment Technique, undetectable even to mountain bears, would be so easily seen through. By the time he reacted, the silver sword light was almost upon him.

He had to forcefully gather his breath and stomp, nearly falling from the rooftop, narrowly evading.

When he landed and flipped up, the group had already surrounded him in a triangular formation. Baili Wuchang’s eyes sharpened, he drew a short knife and attacked one of them.

Years of dealing with beasts in the mountains had given Baili Wuchang sharp instincts to identify the weak and weary among predators.

Yet, none of these people were pushovers, besides the man who unleashed the terrifying sword energy. The other two were intimidating too, leaving only one choice for him—charging towards Pei Mu.

Among the four, he felt Pei Mu’s area was his only chance of breaking through, so he acted.

Heart as iron, blood as forge, moving as lightning.

The hunter’s martial technique was straightforward, like a tiger’s pounce without flourish, seeking to kill.

But who was Pei Mu, forged through urban battles, feared nothing of desperate tactics.

As the short knife aimed for his throat, he crouched, and with lightning fists raised palm and its speed was outshone only by the shards of ice he grabbed from the ground.

The full-force assault left Baili Wuchang without time to dodge, plastered in the face, and his sight went white before feeling a hammer blow to the forehead.

"Boom!"

With just one strike, nimble Baili Wuchang went down, seeing stars.

Meanwhile, the other three closed in, readying to handle the situation.