Nuannuan was severely injured and weak, so Yang Fei took off his camouflage suit and covered her with it.

Seeing Yang Fei's jacket, all torn and tattered with sleeves reduced to mere rags, Nuannuan couldn't help but giggle.

"Brother Fei, you're so cool! You killed one of the five envoys of Wooden Gate and severely defeated the other four. If this gets out, your name will be famous."

Yang Fei only knew about the Heavenly Fire Sect in the Wu Clan but didn't expect another Wooden Gate to suddenly appear.

He curiously asked, "Isn't the Wu Clan just the Heavenly Fire Sect? How come there's another Wooden Gate? How many branches does the Wu Clan have?"

Nuannuan rolled her eyes, her expression becoming extremely serious.

"The Wu Clan has twelve branches with over a hundred thousand disciples. It's not just the Heavenly Fire Sect."

"It's just that the Fire Gate entered the world early and has the strongest presence in the secular world, so people think the Heavenly Fire Sect is the Wu Clan and vice versa."

Yang Fei gasped, not expecting the Wu Clan's power to be so vast.

Suddenly recalling Zhu Butong, whom he had killed, Yang Fei was a little curious.

"The River Beaver belongs to the Fire Gate, so which branch did Zhu Butong belong to?"

Nuannuan snorted, "Zhu Butong was just an External Branch disciple with the title of a Grand Priest, moving in the secular world."

"He was only working for the Wu Clan's interests. Killing him means nothing since he's just a loose cultivator, not worth mentioning."

Yang Fei was secretly shocked, "Zhu Butong was a True Martial Master, yet the Wu Clan treated him like a mere dog."

"So how terrifyingly powerful is the true core of the Wu Clan?"

While Nuannuan and Yang Fei chatted, she never revealed her own identity.

Though curious about Nuannuan's identity, Yang Fei didn't ask since she didn't tell.

Just then, the Turtle Extreme inside Yang Fei's body suddenly emitted a faint warning.

Yang Fei's heart moved as he activated the Elephant Pulse Power, immediately sensing slight vibrations from the northwest direction.

This was due to someone stepping on the ground, causing the vibrations.

This principle is similar to lying on the ground in ancient times to detect enemy movements.

Just that with the Elephant Meridian Heart Method, the detection range is further and more effective.

Yang Fei felt the ground's vibrations, estimating the distance to be around a kilometer away.

Judging by the sound of the footsteps, the opponents were likely experts from Core Formation to Divine Communication or above.

Just as Yang Fei made this judgment, footstep vibrations also came from the northeast, south, and north, suggesting skilled individuals.

Seeing Yang Fei's expression change repeatedly, Nuannuan asked, "What's wrong?"

Yang Fei put a finger to his lips and softly shushed her, lowering his voice to speak.

"Someone is sneaking up again."

Nuannuan was startled but also somewhat disbelieving.

"How do you know?"

Yang Fei didn't answer. He picked up Nuannuan, placing her on the motorcycle and gently said,

"We rush out, not knowing which forces have surrounded us."

Nuannuan gritted her teeth, "I understand now, it must be from other branches of the Wu Clan."

"The Heavenly Fire Sect and Wooden Gate are more than fifty kilometers away, but it's unclear if it's the Gold Sect or Earth Sect that's approaching."

Seeing Yang Fei puzzled, she explained.

"We're near the territories of the Earth Sect and Gold Sect. Other branches wouldn't reach here that quickly."

Yang Fei nodded, suddenly noticing the distant footsteps quickening.

He no longer hesitated, hearing no noise from the southeast, he suddenly revved the motorcycle engine, and it roared, breaking out southeastward.

The engine's massive roar immediately drew the enemies' attention, and they chased towards the southeast.

Ahead lay a series of sand dunes, undulating. The Turtle Extreme inside Yang Fei gave a faint warning.

Yang Fei suddenly executed a beautiful drift, turning the vehicle, spraying sand with the rear wheel.

He changed direction and headed straight west.

Nuannuan was puzzled, "Why did you turn the vehicle around?"

Yang Fei chuckled, raised a big middle finger behind them, and said calmly,

"This is the standard pocket tactic, ambushes set in all directions."

"But the absolute silence in the southeast, doesn't that point to something?"

Nuannuan realized, "I understand, you mean the enemy intentionally left an opening there, setting up a trap for us to walk into?"

Yang Fei nodded in approval, "You're not entirely foolish."

"If I'm not wrong, the enemy surely planted a minefield in the southeast. If we had charged through, we'd be blown to pieces."

Nuannuan shivered, then anger welled up in her heart.

"Bastards, so cruel! Luckily, you saw through their plot."

Yang Fei snorted, "This kind of child's play, I knew how to play when I was three. Dream of making me a prey!"

As they spoke, the motorcycle roared, skimming over the rolling yellow sand, charging forward.

After about more than ten kilometers, Yang Fei suddenly noticed between front dunes, vague silhouettes indicating many people in ambush, many holding firearms.

Yang Fei jumped off the motorcycle with Nuannuan, allowing it, propelled by inertia, to head straight ahead.

Bang, bang, bang!

The opponents opened fire, bullets like torrential rain hitting the motorcycle, making it resound aloud.

In the darkness, fiery sparks blossomed wildly from the other side.

Yang Fei retrieved a large-caliber Desert Eagle pistol from his backpack, pulling Nuannuan down to lie low, silent and secretive.

At that moment, a bullet hit the motorcycle's fuel tank, and amidst the splattering sparks, it exploded with a bang, flames shooting up to the sky.

The enemy stopped shooting; soon, a small squad approached to inspect.

The squad found the motorcycle a heap of scrap and began spreading out to search, forming a three-three formation for mutual cover.

Yang Fei frowned, tossed the Desert Eagle to Nuannuan, and softly instructed,

"Hold onto it for self-defense. Don't shoot unless the enemy discovers you."

Nuannuan nodded, only to see Yang Fei draw a black-painted anti-glare dagger from his chest and bite it in his mouth.

Then, using both his hands and feet, he crawled up the undulating dunes.

Nuannuan's heart raced, making a gesture to Yang Fei to be extremely careful, to which Yang Fei waved, indicating it was nothing.

Under the faint moonlight, Yang Fei vanished without a trace within just three to four meters.

Nuannuan almost screamed. Could this guy be a ghost?

At this moment, Yang Fei lay concealed behind a protruding sand dune, his body covered with sand, looking no different from an ordinary dune.

Just then, a three-man team advanced cautiously, backs to each other in a triangular formation.

The desert sand, heated by the daytime sun, was scorching, yet hiding within was warm.

No one noticed a pair of shining eyes peeking from behind the dune.

To avoid his eyes being detected by their reflection, Yang Fei calmly closed them.

Listening as the three soldiers approached, Yang Fei slowly extended the dagger from the sand pile.

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