Seeing the two bodyguards swing their longswords, Feng Yang simply turned slightly to the side, easily dodging their attacks.
He dodged?
The two bodyguards were shocked. How could this scholar be so fast?
After dodging, Feng Yang didn't hesitate, immediately retaliating with a backhand strike.
A flash of light, and a head rolled to the ground.
At the same time, the other bodyguard's face showed disbelief. He felt as if he were dreaming. His companion had been killed in the blink of an eye?
Bodyguards traveled far and wide, and their experience in the martial world was extensive. From Feng Yang's speed and strength, he could easily judge that this scholar was definitely not an ordinary person who hadn't yet mastered internal energy; his strength was no weaker than a martial artist who had entered that realm. In fact, the bodyguard believed Feng Yang's power had likely reached the level of 'Internal Energy Transformation.'
An Internal Energy Transformation master, this was no longer a level he could contend with.
Thinking this, the bodyguard instinctively took several steps back, putting distance between himself and the scholar. He rapidly calculated his options. He knew perfectly well that fighting head-on, given the vast difference in strength, meant certain death. Escape was out of the question; the scholar was as fast as a ghost, far beyond his ability to shake off.
Therefore, there was only one option…
After a brief moment of thought, the bodyguard knelt before Feng Yang.
"Don't kill me!" He begged in an extremely humble tone. "Just don't kill me, and I'll do whatever you want!"
"Really?" Feng Yang's eyes lit up.
It worked? Seeing Feng Yang's reaction, the bodyguard was overjoyed, knowing his life was temporarily spared.
However, just as he began to rejoice, a red light flashed before his eyes.
"You—!"
The next second, the bodyguard's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, his face contorted in death.
He couldn't understand it. The scholar was already incredibly strong; killing him would have been simple. So why, with such a vast difference in strength, had the scholar resorted to such a despicable sneak attack?
…
"It is really cool to fool people before killing them... Why I am behaving like a psychopath?"
After Feng Yang cleanly and efficiently killed the two bodyguards, Zhu Hao, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded. After all, those were two Internal Energy Entry-Level martial artists, killed so easily.
He found it hard to accept, and a possibility crossed his mind: could this young man dressed as a scholar be a hidden Internal Energy Transformation master?
'Internal Energy Transformation' and 'Internal Energy Entry' differed by only one character, but the gap in strength was worlds apart. It was no exaggeration to say that even four or five Entry-Level martial artists working together might not defeat a single Transformation-Level master. A master of that level would be treated as an honored guest in any faction.
Realizing this, Zhu Hao immediately stepped forward to befriend him.
He clasped his hands in salute to Feng Yang and said, "I am Zhu Hao. Thank you for saving me earlier."
"It's nothing," Feng Yang waved his hand, interrupting the gesture. "Don't waste time; let's go quickly."
"Where to?" Zhu Hao was taken aback.
"Back to the caravan. You don't want the money anymore?"
Back to the caravan?
Hearing this, Zhu Hao hesitated. He reminded Feng Yang, "That Head Bodyguard Li, I think he's also at the Transformation Realm. Are you sure we should go back?"
Even among Transformation Realm experts, there were differences in skill. Generally, when two martial artists of the same level fought, the outcome depended on their combat experience. Judging from Feng Yang's age, it was clear that if they fought, he might not be a match for Head Bodyguard Li.
Therefore, although Feng Yang had easily killed the two elite bodyguards, Zhu Hao didn't believe he could do the same to Head Bodyguard Li, who was guarding the caravan.
In fact, Feng Yang had already considered this. Returning would indeed likely lead to a confrontation with Head Bodyguard Li, posing a certain risk. However, considering the chest of valuables still at the caravan, Feng Yang believed the risk was worth taking. Being cautious didn't mean he had to back down at every turn. If he didn't fight for resources, he might miss his chance forever. Besides, with his current strength, he could easily escape if necessary.
…
On the official road, in the woods near the caravan.
To prevent an ambush, Feng Yang had been crouching in the grass, observing for nearly ten minutes. He found that, apart from the 'Golden Demon' disguised as a bodyguard, there was no one else around. The other bodyguards, including Head Bodyguard Li, seemed to have vanished.
As for the Golden Demon beside the caravan, it was now acting like a madman, constantly swallowing coins from the treasure chest. Keep in mind, this creature was clearly a person in disguise. He had swallowed coins earlier to mimic the creature's habits, which was understandable. But now that everyone was gone, he was still relentlessly swallowing. What was his purpose?
This bizarre scene made Feng Yang frown. He didn't know what method the 'Golden Demon' had used, but even after swallowing about half the box of coins, its body shape hadn't changed at all. This was very abnormal.
At first, Feng Yang thought the bodyguard was just wearing a 'Golden Demon' disguise and that the coins were hidden inside the fake skin. But now, that clearly wasn't the case. If he were really just wearing a fake skin, it would be impossible to 'swallow' so many coins without his body shape changing. At least, a human couldn't do that.
There is something strange about this person.
Realizing this, Feng Yang picked up his longsword and carefully walked towards the 'Golden Demon.'
He stopped about fifty meters away. For safety, he didn't rush to approach. Instead, he picked up a pebble and threw it at the creature's back.
"Roar!"
After being hit, the 'Golden Demon' didn't cry out in pain; instead, it let out a strange roar.
Hearing this, Feng Yang immediately retreated, his face full of fear. He knew a human could hardly produce such a sound.
Could this person have truly become a monster?
The scene was incomprehensible. After all, this bodyguard had knelt and begged for mercy when surrounded earlier. Monsters don't beg humans for mercy.
So, was this thing human or demon?
After being stared at by Feng Yang for a long time, the 'Golden Demon' finally spoke. The creature seemed to be in great pain.
While desperately clawing at its own 'skin,' it said to Feng Yang with great difficulty, "Save me... I can't get this skin off!"