?Mobile reading Isabel understood the meaning of Qin Feng's gaze. However, if she launched an attack on Federer right from the start, her chances of success would be quite low. First, although Federer was severely injured, he wouldn't be foolish enough to simply endure suffering passively; second, the Angel of Death wouldn't remain indifferent. Therefore, the best course of action was to first join the campaign against the Angel of Death, waiting until both of them had weakened their defenses before striking decisively. When facing opponents of comparable strength, a flanking strategy works best; but when confronting adversaries stronger than oneself, alternative tactics are required. Immediately, Isabel aligned herself with Qin Feng and launched an attack on the Angel of Death. The Angel of Death wielded a classical French longsword, moving with calm and composed grace—seemingly simple maneuvers often caused significant difficulties for the two. Once again, they deeply realized that the gap in rank created an insurmountable difference in strength. Gradually, they began to lose ground, and at any moment, they could be overwhelmed. Federle watched his master on the verge of victory and shouted excitedly, "Master, keep going! Crush them utterly, so that no cultivator dares to challenge us again!" Hmph... The Death Angel confidently drove his sword forward, only to find it empty—both Qin Feng and Isabella had vanished simultaneously. Federle immediately raised his voice again, shouting, "Master, they'll reappear! Be careful behind you!" The Death Angel instinctively turned around, and there, indeed, Qin Feng materialized, poised to launch a surprise attack. "Ha ha ha! Your tactics have failed. Before the great Death Angel, you have only one path—death. Therefore, I urge you to surrender immediately. At the very least, you'll be spared the indignity of being torn to pieces." Federle, convinced he had accomplished a great feat by exposing Qin Feng's scheme, became boastful and shouted with full confidence. Yet, he was too excited and forgot there was another—Isabella—besides Qin Feng. Isabella had not appeared alongside Qin Feng; she quietly approached Federer from behind. Federer had assumed she would join the Death Angel, and thus remained unprepared. "Do you think you can preserve your body intact?" a cold voice resonated behind him. Federer felt a sudden chill rise to his chest. Before he could react, a sharp dagger appeared at the base of his neck, flashing white light. His massive head shot skyward, rolling gently to one side. Federer's lifeless body, arms outstretched as if reaching to retrieve his head and reposition it, lay there. Isabella raised the dagger and plunged it firmly into his back. With his head gone and his heart pierced, even if Federer had nine lives, he was now utterly dead. Only then did the Angel of Death realize he had fallen for a feint—within the blink of an eye, his subordinates were already dead. He roared, "Chinaman! I'll kill you!" and surged forward at full speed toward Qin Feng. Qin, the young officer, swiftly dodged, using his flying sword to propel himself to the side. Just as he seemed safe, the Angel of Death suddenly raised his membranous wings and struck him hard. Qin Feng was sent flying like a toy top struck by a whip. He spewed blood as he soared through the air, and every vital meridian in his torso was severely damaged. "Little Feng," called out the female instructor. "Stinking woman! You'll die too," the Angel of Death declared, knowing Qin Feng was now critically wounded. Next, he would deal with Isabella, and then eliminate both of them. Qin Feng crashed to the ground heavily, and Isabella, too, was no match for him—she knew this clearly. With great effort, he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Little Ding! Quickly get us both inside—otherwise, you're dead!" "Pfft... pfft... Isabella became a streak of blurred motion, yet the death angel's punch had already reached her form—barely a hair's breadth away from disaster. The two of them nearly simultaneously flew into the small steaming cauldron, just barely escaping. Outside, the death angel descended beside Federle's body. He looked down at his already lifeless subordinate, then roared skyward, "I will surely avenge you!" Inside the cauldron, Qin Feng sat cross-legged on the grass, gulping down two bottles of pills in one go, which helped calm the surging vitality in his body. "How are you, Xiao Feng?" the beautiful instructor asked with concern, reaching for a tissue to wipe the blood from his lips. "I'm not dead, though I've taken quite a beating," he gasped. "NND, the death angel—how on earth is he so strong? I couldn't even block his first attack. By the way, what's his rank?" "The esteemed instructor judged, 'At least at the level of a Baron, I believe he has likely already reached the strength of a Viscount. Otherwise, how could the Baron Federle remain so steadfast and devoted?' He chuckled wistfully, 'It's true—there's always someone better, someone beyond the horizon. In the past, I never lost a single match, and now I've grown a bit overconfident. That's a good thing—it serves as a timely reminder not to underestimate my opponent!' Isabel gently stroked his back, saying, 'Now, just be quiet and begin your healing practice right away. I suspect your meridians have suffered serious damage. If not promptly restored, problems may arise!' 'Very well,' he nodded, beginning his recovery. The instructor's assessment was well-founded—should meridians remain unattended for too long, they would eventually become lifeless, significantly impacting the practitioner's future cultivation and physical well-being." It's said that Li Tiegai, back in his day, had several dead meridians in his legs and still ended up achieving immortality—yet remained a lame man. Qin Feng swallowed two more bottles of pills before closing his eyes and entering a serene state, drawing a stream of spiritual energy from his dantian to begin repairing his meridians. The female instructor sighed and cleared her throat, holding her chest with one hand and murmuring, "The Death Angel truly is formidable—merely her punch wind touching my fading image has already caused injury. Indeed, quite impressive!" Nevertheless, her injuries were nothing serious and could heal on their own without any treatment. Given the sheer number of meridians damaged, fully unblocking them would take a considerable amount of time. Qin Feng, feeling he couldn't sustain the effort, activated energy stored in a "reservoir" facility. Where this refined energy flowed, the meridians were swiftly restored, healing much faster than before. Since it proved effective, he immediately activated another "storage station," enabling a dual approach that doubled the speed. The speed indeed improved significantly, but soon he encountered a problem: the two streams of energy began to surge wildly, completely beyond his control. As the saying goes, one cannot excel at two tasks at once; at this moment, besides these two energy streams, he was also managing the spiritual force drawn from his dantian, amounting to three tasks simultaneously—anything but trouble. The more urgent he became, the more mischievous the two energy streams grew, leaving him drenched in cold sweat.