Chapter 5, Pursuit

Qi Wei rallied herself, the great sword slashing diagonally towards Fengyue's neck. Fengyue raised her rusty knife to parry, and the female warrior used this force to elegantly arc the great sword, once again targeting the skeleton's cervical vertebra. The skeleton was caught off guard, raising its left arm in defense, but how could it withstand the heavy sword? With a crack, the arm bone was severed. Fengyue swayed and then fell down, motionless.

Rogge was also left speechless

Suddenly, a sound arose from behind, and Qi Wei sensed that something was amiss. She quickly crouched down, positioning her great sword behind her. With a loud clang, a rusty knife struck heavily against the great sword. Before the female warrior could react, she was kicked hard in the injured area of her arm. Qi Wei turned around to see that it was the skeleton "Fengyue," and she couldn't help but gasp in surprise; even skeletons can feign death

The female warrior set her great sword aside and suddenly noticed Rog staring into the depths of the alley behind her, a glimmer of joy appearing in his eyes. Qiwei let out a cold laugh, thinking to herself that such a trivial trick would not fool her. Nevertheless, she turned her head, pretending to be deceived, intending to catch Rog when he either attacked her or attempted to flee. "These foolish nobles never have any new tricks."

Although Qiwei temporarily suppressed the effects of the potion with her fighting spirit, she could not spare a hand to pull out the arrow. Moreover, the despicable fat man was right in front of her, making it impossible to retrieve the arrow from that position. It was better to resolve the situation quickly; she needed to deal with him first. At that moment, Rog, who had already stood up, began to chant a spell again, and a thin flame shot towards her. Qiwei did not dodge or evade, but accelerated forward. Just as the flame was about to reach her, Rog's eyes gleamed with intensity, and an invisible hand suddenly lifted Qiwei's breastplate along with the garment beneath it, causing the flame to scorch her ample, snow-white breasts.

With a bang, Qi Wei felt another wave of dizziness. Before losing consciousness, she vaguely saw the fat man holding an iron rod, grinning maliciously at her

Cold sweat dripped down Rog's forehead, and the flesh on his face trembled. Just as he was about to recite the third incantation, the figure of the female warrior suddenly vanished. In the next moment, Qiwei had already appeared right in front of Rog, their noses almost touching. Rog felt a tremendous force strike his abdomen; even with his robust physique, he could not withstand it. With a gasp, he vomited up the three meals he had eaten that day. Qiwei then struck him on the back with the hilt of her sword, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him several times, causing blood to flow from his mouth and nose. Rog felt a tremendous force strike his abdomen; even with his robust physique, he could not withstand it. With a gasp, he vomited up the three meals he had eaten that day. Qiwei then struck him on the back with the hilt of her sword, knocking him to the ground, and kicked him several times, causing blood to flow from his mouth and nose. Qiwei kicked him over and said fiercely, "Aren't you all very fierce? Don't you want to take me on? Come on, let me see how much you are worth, and whether you can satisfy me!" Saying this, she stepped on Rog's groin, her leather boots inlaid with silver trampling down hard.

A fierce battle ensued between the female warrior and the skeleton. Given the vast difference in their strengths, Qi Wei gradually gained the upper hand. Just as she was about to completely shatter the skeleton, a wave of black mist appeared. It turned out that Rog, sensing the unfavorable situation, had sent Fengyue and the books back.

The female warrior leaped into the air, her right toe just touching the stairs, when she heard a "crack" and the step collapsed beneath her. Qi Wei remained unfazed, executing a kick with her left foot, her body rising instead of falling. Fearing further ambush, she thrust her giant sword onto the stairs, continuing her ascent. "Whoosh, whoosh," two crossbow bolts shot towards her from the air. The female warrior swung her sword to deflect them, but inadvertently severed a nearly invisible thread. In a flash of lightning, a trap on the adjacent wall was triggered. With Qi Wei suspended in mid-air, she had no way to evade it and was immediately jolted, her body tingling as she fell to the ground. Fortunately, the trap was not very powerful, and equipped with magical defense gear, she felt dizzy for a moment but soon recovered.

Rog's entire face immediately turned a liver-like color, unable to utter a sound. He clutched the female warrior's boots tightly, futilely attempting to move that foot away. Qiwei, with a cruel smile, stomped down heavily a few more times before finally releasing her foot. Rog gasped for air, rolling on the ground while covering his lower body, occasionally letting out a few cries of anguish. Qiwei looked at the bloodied fat man with disgust and spat, "What’s wrong? Can’t handle just a couple of hits? Are you even a man? I still have plenty of methods left to use! Today, you will have to endure them one by one." Rog gasped for air, rolling on the ground while covering his lower body, occasionally letting out a few cries of anguish. Qiwei looked at the bloodied fat man with disgust and spat, "What’s wrong? Can’t handle just a couple of hits? Are you even a man? I still have plenty of methods left to use! Today, you will have to endure them one by one."

Rogue twisted and turned, finally arriving at a small building, and as he opened the door, he slipped inside. "Alright, now that I know your hideout, let's see how you escape!" The female warrior rushed forward, kicking the door down with a thud, but was suddenly overcome by dizziness, and the injuries on her body throbbed painfully. Qiwei took a deep breath; the cool night breeze cleared her mind a bit. At that moment, sounds of furniture being knocked over in a panic came from the second floor, reigniting the fury in the female warrior's chest as she charged up the stairs toward the second floor. Qiwei took a deep breath; the cool night breeze cleared her mind a bit. At that moment, sounds of furniture being knocked over in a panic came from the second floor, reigniting the fury in the female warrior's chest as she charged up the stairs toward the second floor

Qi Wei let out a cold snort; this useless creature could actually perform some necromancy, but unfortunately, it was of no consequence, as it could only summon a single skeleton. Qi Wei stepped over the skeleton on the ground and walked towards the door

Hearing the triumphant and unpleasant laughter coming from the second floor, Qi Wei gritted her teeth and charged upward again. Just as she rounded the corner, there was another loud crash, and the female warrior immediately saw stars, flying backward and landing heavily on the ground. It turned out that a transparent energy barrier had been set up here. The trap was momentarily disrupted by the impact, flickering a few times before losing its effectiveness. However, Qi Wei also fell to the ground and was unable to get up for a moment

Qi Wei felt both shame and anger in her heart. She grabbed the giant sword and intended to strike down the despicable and vile fat man. As she turned around, a wave of intense pain surged through her injury, and she immediately saw stars. Soon, the pain transformed into a dull ache, clearly indicating that the arrow had been coated with poison. When she reached to examine the wound, she found her hand covered in blood; the short crossbow bolt had completely embedded itself in her flesh. Qi Wei took a deep breath and let out a delicate shout, a faint white light suddenly emanating from her body before vanishing. Rogge was horrified; this was fighting spirit! Whether he could survive before the anesthetic on the arrow took effect was still uncertain.

Qi Wei felt that this small library was eerie and terrifying for the first time

Rog was not having an easy time either; his magical energy was depleted, and he was seriously injured. Summoning Fengyue was already his last resort. He slumped on the second floor, watching the battle unfold below. This place was relatively safe; at least if Qiwei attempted to charge up, there were three traps waiting for her. Fengyue seemed somewhat different from before, now equipped with a rusty knife, and it appeared that all the ribs were intact.

The sensation of being suddenly burned in a sensitive area was unbearable, even for the exceptionally skilled Qi Wei, who let out a scream and crouched down in pain. Once she regained a bit of composure, she immediately lowered her breastplate to cover her chest, the humiliation causing her to lose her rationality. At that moment, Rog suddenly lunged at her, throwing punches and kicks. Although his movements lacked finesse, they were quick and powerful, showing no signs of a mage or someone injured. Qi Wei was taken aback; after fending off a storm-like assault, she was about to counterattack. Just then, Rog dashed past her and fled in disarray.

Rog stepped back to the alley and began to chant a spell. Qiwei sneered at Rog, her massive sword dragging behind her, waiting for him to finish the incantation. A flash of red light appeared between Rog's hands, and two magical missiles flew towards the female warrior, striking her squarely in the chest. With two loud bangs, a blue light flickered on the warrior's breastplate, but Qiwei remained unharmed. Rog then loudly recited the incantation for the Flame Finger spell, sending a burst of fire forward, which was again blocked by the blue light of her breastplate. Clearly, this was a piece of magical defensive armor; even if it were subpar, it was still more than capable of countering Rog's magic. Rog once more loudly recited the incantation for the Flame Finger spell, and another burst of fire shot forward, only to be blocked again by the blue light of her breastplate. It was evident that this was a piece of magical defensive armor; even if it were subpar, it was still more than capable of countering Rog's magic.

The female warrior propped herself up with a giant sword and walked down the stairs. "Who knows what other tricks are hidden in this damned little building? For now, I can only let this bastard go. Tomorrow, I will set this pigsty on fire," the female warrior thought with resentment.

As he gazed at the approaching female warrior, Rog forced himself to remain calm. Running away was not an option; as for fighting, a duel between a low-level warrior and a low-level mage would invariably yield one outcome. Although Rog could not discern Qi Wei's true strength, he knew she was at least level seven or eight. Even if she were merely a level three warrior, her fully armed appearance suggested that she could easily dispatch someone like him, who possessed only a magical ring. The only viable strategy was to lure her into his small building, relying on the mechanisms within to have any chance of success. Even if she were merely a level three warrior, her fully armed appearance suggested that she could easily dispatch someone like him, who possessed only a magical ring. The only viable strategy was to lure her into his small building, relying on the mechanisms within to have any chance of success.

A faint buzzing sound came from behind, and Qi Wei immediately sensed something was amiss. A sudden sharp pain struck her backside as a short crossbow bolt had embedded itself deep into her fair skin. The female warrior wore a very short skirt armor, and with Rog shooting from below upwards, combined with Qi Wei's tall stature, the bolt had certainly found an inappropriate spot

Rogge had made up his mind and began to survey his surroundings, preparing to make a quick escape. Behind him lay a wasteland, where many impoverished individuals had constructed makeshift shelters. Moving forward through the narrow alley, another five hundred meters would lead him to his small building. Unfortunately, Qi Wei was blocking his path.

A wave of black mist swept by, and the skeleton "Fengyue" blocked the path of the female warrior

Qi Wei was nearly fainting from anger. Gritting her teeth and disregarding the pain in her chest and hips, she chased after him