Chapter 358 342: Raid the Stronghold

But this was not the time. He immediately closed the text prompt and continued chasing after Feng Han.

He raised the Thunder Talisman in his hand again, waving it around nonsensically and yelling, "Hocus pocus... Let the heavens' thunder roll... I..."

How could Feng Han not understand Su Yu's intentions by now? He knew Su Yu probably didn't want to use the Thunder Talisman either, but he didn't dare to bet on it.

After all, his life was what he stood to lose!

So, he gritted his teeth and immediately threw the silver notes, gold ingots, and the leather pouch from his waist, scattering them behind him.

Su Yu's eyes lit up. He put the Thunder Talisman away again and moved to collect the scattered items, grabbing them one by one and continuously feeding them into his Storage Ring.

A stack of silver notes—over thirty bills, each worth one hundred taels, totaling three thousand taels...

Two gold ingots, one hundred taels each, worth two thousand taels of Snowflake Silver...

The leather pouch held a good number of valuable Pills...

However, while he was picking up these treasures, Feng Han managed to put some distance between them.

Su Yu wasn't worried. 'He's definitely heading back to the Wind Evil Stronghold anyway,' he thought.

And so the chase continued, one pursuing and one fleeing. Feng Han eventually threw away everything he had on him. Finally, to convince Su Yu he had nothing left, he roared in utter frustration:

"It's gone! There's really nothing left! I've even tossed you my damn clothes and shoes!"

A mighty expert at Jiao Tendon Perfection, forced to strip off his clothes and shoes, left with nothing but his underpants, sprinting barefoot through the torrential rain.

Especially with his body still charred black, anyone who saw this sight would have laughed themselves half to death.

Before long, Feng Han finally made it back to the Wind Evil Stronghold.

"Open the gate!"

Feng Han bellowed, hurtling through the stronghold's main gate.

The few bandits at the gate only saw a black shadow burst in. They stared at each other, utterly astonished.

One of them came to his senses and yelled, "Some black fiend got into the stronghold! Stop him!"

"GONG! GONG! GONG!"

As the warning gong rang out, bandits poured out from every corner of the stronghold.

Feng Han, who had just come to a stop in the courtyard, was instantly surrounded. "What manner of fiend are you, to dare trespass in our Wind Evil Stronghold!"

One of them roared, raising his long spear and preparing to close in.

"Get lost!"

Feng Han was already beside himself with fury. Seeing that his own men couldn't even recognize him, his rage boiled over.

His figure flickered, and he brought his palm down on the head of the man with the spear.

"SPLAT!"

The bandit was a Martial Artist in the Skin Tempering Realm, but the palm strike sent Gang Force surging into his body, causing him to explode instantly. Chunks of his flesh and blood splattered into the muddy puddles.

"You... You're the Village Chief?"

This brutal display, combined with Feng Han's voice, finally made everyone realize who he was.

But immediately, their expressions all turned strange.

'Is this really our fucking Village Chief? Haha, how did he turn into a lump of burnt charcoal?'

'And he's not even wearing any fucking clothes! He looks like a black fiend that even this downpour can't wash clean.'

'Who could have beaten him into this state? How humiliating for a powerful expert at Muscle Forging Realm Perfection.'

'Hahahaha, I can't hold it in anymore! This whole pathetic sight is just too funny.'

"Pfft!"

Someone couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

The others, who had been struggling to suppress their own laughter, also started letting out stifled chuckles one after another.

Feng Han's charcoal-black face somehow grew even darker. He instantly flashed in front of the man who had laughed first and threw a punch.

"BOOM!"

The man had no time to react before the punch sent him flying. He crashed into a distant weapon rack, scattering weapons and splintered wood all over the ground.

"Get to the gates! Man the Wind God Ballistas!"

After Feng Han's furious roar and the summary execution of two of their own, the rest of the bandits no longer dared to make a sound. Braving the downpour, they scrambled to their defensive posts.

"CRANK... CRANK... CRANK..."

In quick succession, three Wind God Ballistas were set up and loaded.

Just then, outside, amidst the lashing rain, Su Yu's figure appeared, strolling as if on a leisurely walk. Having pursued Feng Han all this way, he had now arrived at the gate of the Wind Evil Stronghold.

His decision to pursue his quarry to the Wind Evil Stronghold was one he had made after careful consideration.

For one, he had to see the act through to the end. Feng Han was now thoroughly terrified and certainly wouldn't dare to venture out anytime soon.

But if Su Yu were to just let him go, there was no telling if Feng Han would come to his senses and immediately lead his men back to intercept the cargo.

By blocking their gate for a while, his senior sister would have enough time to get away with the cargo.

For another, he wanted to see if he could squeeze out any more benefits. After all, a place like the Wind Evil Stronghold, which had been robbing travelers for years, was bound to have plenty of good loot.

"Someone's here! Fire!"

Upon seeing Su Yu's figure, the bandits of the Wind Evil Stronghold immediately launched their attack.

"WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH..."

Dozens of arrows flew toward Su Yu. More terrifyingly, mixed in with them were the powerful bolts fired from the Wind God Ballistas.

The projectiles from the Wind God Ballistas were actually siege bolts, powerful enough to shatter a massive block of stone at close range.

Seeing them now aimed at him, he couldn't help but frown.

His feet moved in a blur, using the Startling Thunder Flash Step to swiftly evade most of the arrows, including the most powerful of the ballista bolts.

"BOOM!"

A ballista bolt struck the ground with a tremendous roar, blasting a large crater in the muddy earth.

'So it really is a Wind God Ballista. How did something like this end up in the Wind Evil Stronghold?'

Su Yu was puzzled. Of course, Black Stone City had powerful siege weapons like this too, but they were all strictly controlled military assets.

It would be the same for Linyuan City. They would never allow such powerful armaments to fall into outside hands.

Yet here they were, in the Wind Evil Stronghold. 'No wonder this place is so formidable,' he thought. 'And no wonder they've repelled several attacks from the City Lord's Mansion.'

"WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH..."

Soon, another volley of arrows shot forth, easily piercing the curtain of rain. This time, three of the terrifyingly powerful ballista bolts were mixed in.

Even with Su Yu's skill, he had to put in considerable effort to dodge them all.

The last ballista bolt, in particular, actually struck his arm. If not for his Formless Flowing Gold instantly transforming into a small shield to block it for a crucial moment, allowing him to dodge, he would have been injured.

'This is tricky. With a defensive weapon like this, there's no way to break through the stronghold by force.'

Su Yu's gaze swept across the stronghold, and he spotted at least five or six more Wind God Ballistas in the distance, ready and waiting.

On a high platform in the center, Feng Han watched Su Yu with a cold stare. It was hard to tell how much of his injuries had recovered.

But in the next moment, Su Yu created some distance and took out the "Thunder Talisman"!

"By heaven's decree... hocus pocus..."

Waving his hands nonsensically, he pointed toward the distant Feng Han and yelled, "Feng Han, you've taken my spoils! Hand them over, and I will spare the Wind Evil Stronghold this time!"

Boosted by his Qi and Blood, Su Yu's voice easily pierced the curtain of rain and echoed throughout the entire stronghold.

After hearing this, the bandits of the Wind Evil Stronghold fell silent for a moment before bursting into roaring laughter.

"Haha, did I hear that right? Is this kid an idiot? He's trying to extort us, the Wind Evil Stronghold!"

"Who does this kid think he is? He can barely even dodge our Wind God Ballistas. What's he going to threaten us with?"

"Look at him waving his hands around like a lunatic. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was trying to summon heavenly thunder!"

"Idiot! It's always been the Wind Evil Stronghold robbing others! No one has ever managed to rob us!"