Chapter 107: Encounter with the Queen of the Wind

“Pitter-patter!” The rain gradually eased, while faint flashes of lightning flickered within the clouds above, followed by distant rumblings of thunder.

Cheng Feng continued to dash through the commercial street.

Along the way, he had already taken down two or three waves of demon hunters blocking his path. Just a little further, and he could break out of the encirclement.

No wonder the shop manager had warned him earlier that this route was safer; indeed, there were fewer association members encountered here.

He wondered how things were going back at the shop…

Although the Black Night Clan was formidable, the association had come prepared this time, dispatching numerous combatants. The odds were grim.

He sighed inwardly but focused on pressing ahead.

“Almost there.”

“As long as nothing unexpected happens, I’ll be out of here soon.”

Just as Cheng Feng thought this again, a sudden whooshing sound sliced through the air from a certain direction.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

Cheng Feng’s senses snapped sharp, and he abruptly halted.

Several small, bright cyan wind blades zipped past him, striking the ground just ahead and kicking up a cloud of gravel and dust, leaving the earth pockmarked and uneven.

Had Cheng Feng not reacted in time to stop, that would have been his end.

“…I really didn’t expect that after guarding here for so long, a stray one would slip through.”

A cool, clear female voice rang out.

Cheng Feng gripped his Thunderstrike blade and turned toward the direction from which the cyan blades had come.

There, a woman clad in a gray combat bodysuit overlaid with sleek silver light armor sat atop a shop’s rooftop, casually crossing her long legs with a faint smile gracing her lips.

She lightly leapt down like a falling leaf, landing gracefully on the road ahead, effectively blocking his path.

Now Cheng Feng could see her fully.

Her long black hair was held back by a white headband. Her exquisite features were unparalleled, and the gray bodysuit accentuated her tall, curvaceous figure, breathtaking to behold.

The silver armor added an air of heroic elegance.

Cheng Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly, a chill running through his heart.

This was bad. Encountering others would be one thing, but this woman’s terrifying strength posed a serious threat.

Cheng Feng remembered her name.

He Mo Li.

During the previous battle at the monster auction, He Mo Li served as the tactical team leader. Cheng Feng had met her once and learned some details about her.

She was cold and somewhat cunning, apparently twenty-three years old, about 171 cm tall, with an impressive figure that demanded respect.

But that wasn’t the crux. The key lay in her awakened power.

He Mo Li was a psychic with wind-element abilities, a fierce fighter of elite caliber. Even compared to Liu Shiyu, she was evenly matched.

Back then, when everyone was helpless against the colossal Black Web Spider, only He Mo Li and Liu Shiyu could handle it.

Together, their combined powers of whirlwind and frost beat back the monstrous creature, severely wounding it.

In the end, they both unleashed their ultimate move, “Dance of Blades,” to slay the giant spider completely.

Her strength was indisputable.

Cheng Feng’s own raw power did not reach Liu Shiyu’s level, leaving a considerable gap; facing He Mo Li, who was on par with Liu Shiyu, left little chance of victory.

Now, Cheng Feng felt the long-missing pressure once more. Blocked by an elite member, escaping wouldn’t be so simple.

Yet, he did not lose heart. Gathering his focus, he prepared to fight.

“Are you one of Black Night Clan’s monsters?”

He Mo Li appraised the masked man in black before her—someone she had never seen before.

But the aura of a monster radiating from him left no doubt: he was an enemy to be slain.

She let out a cold, faint laugh. “You don’t look like a small fry. To break through the encirclement and reach here, you must have some skill. Too bad you met me—your luck ends here.”

Cheng Feng remained silent, inhaling deeply and tightening his grip on Thunderstrike, readying himself.

In the next moment, silver light burst forth from his eyes beneath the mask as he entered “Spirit Power Release” combat mode.

This enhancement skill surged his combat power across all fronts, releasing a potent aura from within.

“His fighting strength has increased,” He Mo Li murmured in surprise. She casually waved her hand, and an emerald green light streaked through the air, coalescing into a slender spirit blade called Gale.

“But with power like that, don’t even think of passing me.”

She spoke coolly, emerald gleams sparking from her beautiful eyes beneath long lashes, transforming them into vibrant green orbs swirling with layers of wind.

This battle was highly unfavorable for Cheng Feng. Amid the raging storm, He Mo Li’s wind abilities gave her a significant environmental advantage.

“By the way, you’re a monster, so why wear a mask?”

He Mo Li didn’t rush her attack but instead keenly observed the mask Cheng Feng wore.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, suspicion tinting her voice. “Could it be that you have something you don’t want others to see?”

‘This woman is truly perceptive,’ Cheng Feng thought.

‘She’s already starting to suspect even this.’

‘I must end this quickly! If other demon hunters arrive to reinforce her, it’ll be too late.’

Without hesitation, Cheng Feng activated Thunder Shadow Step and launched his assault.

The instant he stepped forward, his figure accelerated, becoming a dazzling streak of electricity racing along the ground toward He Mo Li.

His Thunderstrike blade slashed out, coiling with crackling electric serpents that amplified its power.

He Mo Li quickly raised Gale. In a flash, emerald wind energy surged around the blade, making it glow with a vivid cyan-green light. The wind infusion enhanced the blade’s cutting power.

As Cheng Feng’s attack neared, He Mo Li unleashed her fully charged strike to meet it.

“Clang!”

The two sharp blades crashed together fiercely, sparks flying like stars in the gloomy surroundings.

A powerful shockwave radiated outward, blowing away the falling raindrops.

Their blades were evenly matched in strength, generating a strong recoil that forced both Cheng Feng and He Mo Li to step back before launching their next moves.

“Clang clang clang clang clang—”

“Clang clang clang clang clang clang—”

Countless flashes of blade and sword light erupted suddenly, centering around their battle site. The dense raindrops shattered immediately upon nearing the clashing weapons, unable to penetrate even an inch.

“Why won’t you answer me? Are you mute?” He Mo Li seized the moment amidst the fierce clash to ask.

Cheng Feng still remained silent, concentrating fully on the fight.

Any sound could give him away.

A devilish smile spread across He Mo Li’s exquisite face. “Could it be… you’re someone I know?”