Chapter 15: Mysteries of the Cemetery

“The signal was sent successfully—within the time it takes to burn an incense stick, from that third tomb raider’s hands!”
The system’s message filled Kai Xin with ecstasy. Seeing two of the three villains leave, leaving only the third to chase him, Kai Xin felt a surge of optimism, as if out of despair came hope.
Although the third raider was skilled in throwing weapons and had excellent light-footing skills among the three, Kai Xin was by no means an ordinary novice in their eyes…
Though his internal energy was weak and he was unarmed, he believed he could still manage to escape unharmed in a one-on-one fight against the third raider.
Whoosh!
A sound of wind rushed toward him. Kai Xin judged the direction by the sound, flipped forward in a graceful motion, and dodged a flying dagger that passed right by him.
Clang! The dagger struck the giant sword mountain behind him, sparking sparks. Kai Xin landed steadily on the ground, not daring to pause, and slithered into the towering Sword Tomb like a loach.
The third raider didn’t mind the missed shot.
The Sword Tomb had complex terrain, making it easy to hide. Moreover, since this youth was from the Murong family and possessed some cultivation skills, it was only natural he knew some evasion techniques—unlike the panicked villagers!
But…
After several more missed attacks with the flying daggers, the third raider finally realized how formidable his opponent was. Gnashing his teeth in anger, he growled, “Once we leave this cemetery, I’ll see where you can hide!” He stopped attacking and simply followed closely behind.
Kai Xin, who was running ahead, laughed loudly:
“Think I’ll leave? I definitely won’t.”
He changed direction, taking a path into a side branch of the Sword Tomb, heading back toward its eastern side.
The situation had changed. If it had been the three tomb raiders here, Kai Xin would have fled the Sword Tomb as quickly as possible, as being surrounded meant certain death. But now, without the terrain to obstruct him, the third raider’s flying daggers could fully unleash their power. Even with his agility, it would be impossible for Kai Xin to dodge an endless barrage of attacks.
So…
At this moment, it was wiser to return to the Sword Tomb and buy time against the third raider.
“You brat!”
Seeing through the youth’s plans, the third raider shouted angrily. He pushed off the ground, leaping high, and from above, Kai Xin’s movements became completely visible. The third raider promptly threw another flying dagger.
Yet, the moment the opponent leaped, Kai Xin laughed loudly:
“Think you can hit me? That’s about as good as Tang Sect’s casual skills.”

A crude technique with hidden weapons might hit every target against villagers with no experience, but it was clearly inadequate against someone as battle-hardened as Kai Xin.
Huh!
With a rustle of clothes, Kai Xin executed a perfect “Python Dragon Roll,” twisting his body miraculously mid-air to avoid the willow leaf knives. Before his opponent could throw another knife, he swiftly moved forward in a series of steps, using the “Meteor Chasing the Moon” technique to dart into three tombs on the left side and vanish into darkness.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Lao San gritted his teeth and chased after him with renewed vigor.
The opponent was from the Murong family, and they had seen his face. If he couldn’t be killed, the consequences would be severe. So, he had to eliminate him quickly no matter what.
His gaze darkened as a faint white energy stream surged from his dantian, circulating rapidly throughout his body. His stride lengthened dramatically, and in an instant, he spotted Kai Xin again.
“…”
Feeling the growing wind and pressure behind him, Kai Xin frowned slightly.
That thief had activated his internal energy level—this was bad. The opponent was going all out…
Swish! Swish!
Two more willow leaf knives flew at him. His skin felt cold as two cuts appeared on his clothes, with the knives embedding deeply into the tombs beside him. Kai Xin broke into a cold sweat—his opponent’s strength and speed had clearly improved.
Huh!
Before he could react, Lao San leaped several times atop the tombs, blocking Kai Xin’s path with murderous intent in his eyes:
“Kid… now let’s see where you run!”
Yet…
Something surprised Lao San.
Faced with such a formidable opponent, instead of changing direction, Kai Xin accelerated even more. Riding on his momentum, he clasped his hands together and charged forward without hesitation, his determined eyes filled with fierce fighting spirit!
Since he couldn’t escape, then…
Fight!
Unintentionally, Kai Xin had taken the initiative. With a swift movement, he used the ninth-level Shaolin fist technique, delivering a full-force strike at Lao San’s hastily raised arm.
Boom! Boom!
The immense force was so powerful that even martial artists from other regions could feel its intensity and essence. Lao San trembled as he stumbled back two steps involuntarily.
“Again!”
Facing such a strong opponent, Kai Xin knew that the slightest lapse would mean death. His gaze darkened again as he switched from fists to claws, gripping the opponent’s right arm tightly while channeling energy from his dantian…
Golden Dragon Claw!

He grabbed the thug, used his momentum to rise, and with a move called “Bird in Flight,” swept over the opponent’s head in a “big” shape before landing behind them. Crouching down, he smoothly used a sweeping leg strike from behind to knock the third man down. Following with “Reversing the Universe,” he then used the martial monk’s reverse palm technique to deliver several fierce blows to the third man. Before the opponent could react, he quickly fled like a bird diving into the forest.

In this critical moment, the continuous use of the Shaolin long fist techniques advanced this martial art a little further, but Happy had no time to focus on that for now. Although he took the opportunity to practice a set of moves on the third man, the latter had extremely strong muscles and never stopped protecting his vital areas during the fierce attacks. The previous strikes hadn’t caused much damage, and continuing the fight would be pointless and could easily put him in danger.

Fight and run—to relieve his own crisis and buy time while waiting for reinforcements from the Murong family. Happy wasn’t blinded by his temporary advantage.

“Damn you!” The third man quickly stood back up with a “carp leap,” pulling out a gleaming great sword from somewhere. Under the moonlight, his face red and neck thick, he scanned the surroundings angrily, clearly furious and ashamed at having been outmaneuvered by an ordinary disciple from the Murong family.

“If you’ve got what it takes, come out! Hiding like this—is this how the Murong family operates?!”
“Hmph, don’t you tomb robbers just like this kind of thing?”

Happy’s counterattack came from afar, tinged with pride and mockery.

Instead of getting angry, the third man was pleased. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, leaping over several graves as he chased in the direction of the voice from above.

“Clever,” Happy thought suddenly. The third man had already lost track of his exact location and was deliberately provoking him to reveal his position. He cursed inwardly.

However, the third man changing weapons surprised Happy a bit.

When the third man charged at him loudly, a shadow mixed with a faint smell of soil rushed down on him from above…

The third man was shocked and reflexively raised his sword to block.

A gust of wind hit!

An extremely powerful force struck the third man’s lower abdomen. He cried out in pain as he was sent flying…

But!

To Happy’s own surprise, the third man was actually kicked by his well-planned “Mandarin Duck Kick” straight into a protruding giant sword in the graveyard.

Ah!!

The third man let out a shrill, brief scream as he was pierced through the hilt of the sword. His weapon clattered to the ground, and he died on the spot.

After landing, Happy looked up at the scene before him and was stunned.

He… had killed someone.

And it’s a tomb raider who has reached the exit.