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With large eyes, a delicate nose, and a pink cherry-like mouth, she looked like the girl next door. However, this girl was far from an ordinary neighbor; she was a warrior dressed in traditional indigenous attire.
The short skirt and strapless top made of fur were likely due to the hot climate here, leaving little to the imagination. At seventeen or eighteen, her figure was one that many well-endowed Caucasian women would envy—an hourglass waist, a curvy backside, and a pair of breasts that were almost excessive. Four words flashed in Xiao Yefeng's mind: youthful face, ample bosom!
These attributes might attract unwanted attention, but they were not what concerned Xiao Yefeng. After all, the spear in the girl's hand was pointed directly at his throat, clearly indicating that any movement on his part would lead to a fight. Yet, Xiao Yefeng sensed that her cultivation level was at most at the Pseudo-Spirit Pinnacle. However, the intense Qi fluctuations she emitted were undeniable, and her attack felt oddly familiar.
Upon seeing this girl dressed as a standard African indigenous warrior, Xiao Yefeng realized she was not one of the soldiers. He took a step back and cautiously said in American English, "Sister, please don't misunderstand; I mean no harm!"
After he spoke, it was clear she did not understand him. Instead, she responded with a flurry of foreign words that left Xiao Yefeng puzzled. Despite being fluent in six languages due to his extensive education from a young age, he found himself stumped by her language. He could manage simple conversations in many languages from various nations, especially those of Midfa, Italy, Japan, and Korea.
However, this indigenous language completely baffled him. It sounded like a mix between American English and German—who could possibly understand that?
Using gestures and sounds to communicate, Xiao Yefeng did his utmost to convey his friendly intentions. Yet the girl remained as confused as ever. Although she seemed to want something several times, neither of them could grasp what the other meant. Eventually, they could only exchange glances as Xiao Yefeng shook his head in frustration.
Since gestures weren't working, he decided it was best to leave. If he walked away, surely she wouldn't stop him. After all, her attack seemed aimed at driving him away; if he left voluntarily, there should be no issue! Glancing around for direction, Xiao Yefeng took two steps back to avoid the girl and headed eastward. He felt an inexplicable pull towards that direction—something was calling out to him: his Seven Star Needle and Bagua Mirror. Although he couldn't deduce whether it was fortune or misfortune awaiting him there, whatever attracted those two treasures had to be either a sword or a bell.
Just as Xiao Yefeng began to retreat, the girl felt equally frustrated. This Outsider was so powerful; could he be here to steal their tribe's treasures? What did this man want? Was he making those movements with his weapon to return with her to the tribe? No way! The chief had warned them that these Outsiders sought to rob them of their treasures; she couldn't let him near their camp.
Seeing Xiao Yefeng step back made her pause. What was this cunning Outsider up to? Was he pretending to retreat only to launch a surprise attack? She couldn't fall for that trick; Uncle Muto had been deceived by such tactics and ended up dead! Was he about to pull out those black tubes? Those tubes were formidable—they could shoot red beams from afar and kill Uncle Muto.
As she watched Xiao Yefeng continue to back away, her heart finally relaxed. Perhaps he was indeed leaving—had she scared him off? However, before she could fully exhale in relief, Xiao Yefeng's next move infuriated her completely. She finally realized he wasn't trying to leave at all; he intended to enter the tribe—he was definitely after their treasures!
"Ah~ Lululu!"
In an instant, the girl erupted with a series of strange calls, startling Xiao Yefeng, who nearly twisted his ankle as he stepped forward. What was she trying to do? However, when she pulled a bone whistle from her ample bosom, Xiao Yefeng realized something was amiss! According to the indigenous customs, this was a call for help! Why? Why was she calling for her companions? Had he somehow offended this girl?
Xiao Yefeng had no idea that he was heading toward the hidden location of the girl's tribe. Just as he hesitated, he quickly waved his hands to signal that he meant no harm. However, at that moment, the girl had already regarded him as a complete intruder and charged at him with her spear.
Faced with an attack from such a youthful and voluptuous girl, Xiao Yefeng felt a bit awkward. In the past, encounters with opponents had either been friendly sparring or life-and-death battles. Now, standing before this innocent-looking girl who harbored no ill intentions, he found it impossible to strike back.
Xiao Yefeng had killed many people, but they were all ruthless individuals. If it weren't for that bombing incident, his Yin Sin wouldn't have accumulated so much. Given that he had eliminated so many wicked people, his Yin Sin should have been positive. Therefore, Xiao Yefeng was not a bloodthirsty person; this girl clearly wanted to protect something, and he had no desire to harm her.
However, as the saying goes: while one may not intend harm, harm may still come from others! The girl believed that Xiao Yefeng was one of those who had caused severe casualties to her tribe, so she attacked without mercy. Leaning slightly forward, she sent her spear—wreathed in flames—straight for Xiao Yefeng's throat. It was only when the spear was nearly upon him that Xiao Yefeng realized it was merely a feint; the real attack came from the hand gripping the spear hidden below.
Her slender hand transformed into four or five afterimages like fluttering butterflies and struck at Xiao Yefeng's abdomen with a concentrated burst of flame. Due to their height difference, this was indeed the most vulnerable spot.
Feeling the impending strike to his lower body, Xiao Yefeng could not just stand by. He thought to himself how fierce this girl was. However, unable to avoid it entirely, he used his Mechanical Longsword to deflect her hand aimed at his abdomen while simultaneously sweeping aside the spear aimed at his throat with his left arm. Although he still had enough strength to counterattack after their clash, he chose to withdraw instead to avoid escalating the conflict further between them.
At this moment, both were surprised by each other's abilities. The girl was astonished that her fiery palm strike had been seen through, while Xiao Yefeng marveled at her attacking technique. He had already discerned how she gathered her power; that last palm strike was roughly at the Mid Stage of True Spirit level. However, the flames within it were not Earth Spirit Energy because Xiao Yefeng did not sense any Qi being massively gathered by her.
An Elementalist! She was undoubtedly employing techniques from the Elemental Era! For three years now, Xiao Yefeng had been studying elemental manipulation; during that time, he had successfully summoned wind elements but could only use them faintly as a fan. Yet this girl's method of attack was undeniably pure Elementalist technique from the Elemental Era.
What? In an age dominated by Atlantis's Mechanical Civilization, there still existed Elementalists from an elemental civilization? This discovery thrilled Xiao Yefeng because those two recent attacks proved that her elemental power was unaffected by Qi dissipation. Glancing at the charred marks on his sword's blade made him somewhat sentimental; would his Mechanical Longsword—his companion for three years—be rendered obsolete?
Though that last palm strike wasn't heavy, it damaged one of the internal components of the sword's mechanism. While it didn't have a significant impact now, it posed a potential problem; if they continued to grapple like this, the Mechanical Longsword would likely face serious issues.
Ignoring these thoughts, Xiao Yefeng sheathed his Mechanical Longsword and was about to say something when suddenly several robust men from the Indigenous Tribe emerged from the tall grass around them. Each of them held a spear similar to the girl's but adorned with different colored feathers. Seeing the flattened grass caused by their earlier skirmish, they all pointed their spears directly at Xiao Yefeng.
Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Yefeng could only draw the long sword he had just plunged into the ground once more. His heart was filled with caution; if these people were like the girl and could wield Elementalist abilities, he would be in danger!
At that moment, an elderly man with a beard, dressed in a linen robe, stepped forward. Upon seeing Xiao Yefeng's appearance, he asked, "Are you from Huaxia?"
Hearing this standard Chinese, Xiao Yefeng nearly cried. It felt like a Huaxia person who couldn't speak American English encountering a fellow countryman on the streets filled with Americans. After being half a primitive person, he finally met someone he could converse with. Xiao Yefeng immediately reversed his grip on the sword and performed a ceremonial gesture before saying, "I am from Huaxia, a member of the Metaphysics Society. I mean no harm; I ask you to translate for me!"
"A member of the Metaphysics Society? My ancestors never mentioned this organization. However, as you are a guest from afar, come! The brave tribe welcomes you!" The old man was carried forward by several young men to stand before Xiao Yefeng. However, after the old man's appearance, it was clear that all the warriors surrounded him, fearing that Xiao Yefeng might pose a threat.
"Sir, what is this?" Seeing that the old man had been carried out and was clearly unable to move his lower body easily, Xiao Yefeng noticed the old man's face looked quite grim and thus asked.
"It's nothing; I've just been injured. Come on, we'll talk more inside the tribe!" The old man rambled on in an unfamiliar dialect that Xiao Yefeng couldn't understand at all.
Among them, some people spoke up and pointed at Xiao Yefeng, clearly questioning his identity. However, the old man's status seemed extremely high; after exchanging a few words, he gave Xiao Yefeng a friendly smile and gestured for him to follow his "palanquin" as they left. As Xiao Yefeng followed behind the palanquin, he felt scrutinized.
Five long spears were poking at his back; although they weren't pressed against him, Xiao Yefeng believed that if he suddenly stopped, one would surely jab into him. Nevertheless, he didn't mind at that moment and continued to follow the old man into a cave hidden beneath a mound of earth. At the entrance of the cave, a strong man carried the old man down from the palanquin.
The others quickly folded up the palanquin and hoisted it onto their shoulders. A line of people streamed into the cave while Xiao Yefeng walked in under the watchful eyes of five strong men. Once inside, he discovered that the underground was surprisingly beautiful; instead of complete darkness as he had expected, soft phosphorescence illuminated the walls of the Underground Cave. Every few steps there was a fire pit present, making it quite bright down there.
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