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"Where did this bunch of reckless scoundrels come from, daring to run wild on Grandpa Wu's land? Are they all tired of living?!"

Before they had even rounded the hill, they heard a powerful, deep shout.

When they went around to take a look, sure enough, there was a burly man with a dark face, as strong as an ox, holding a broad axe, with a full beard, looking down at everyone like a giant.

Someone nearby had already been knocked to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and was huddled to the side, trembling and clutching what appeared to be a broken leg.

Qin Sang's pupils contracted slightly, and Xie Suian subconsciously pulled her behind him.

"Thunder... Thunder God?!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, trembling.

Qin Sang asked, "Who is that?"

"The top-notch thugs of Master Wu's family," the gambler, who looked like a half-scholar, said in a trembling voice, "that axe in his hand, one blow and either a hand or a leg is broken or crippled, quick, quick, get out of the way!"

Qin Sang reached out and tugged at Xie Sui'an's clothes, but the man in front of her remained unmoved. She whispered, "You can beat someone like this?"

Xie Sui'an: "We can't beat them."

Qin Sang: "..."

Xie Sui'an: "If I have to do everything myself, what's the point of having servants and guards? Just you wait and see, those with strong physiques are bound to be clumsy, while those with small and agile figures like Jinyun are his nemesis."

As they spoke, the burly man with a dark face and a bushy beard had already focused his gaze on the two of them, because these two were the only ones present who dared to stand still and whisper to each other in front of him.

Qin Sang quickly looked away and whispered, "Where's Jinyun? Call him over to fight!"

Xie Sui'an feigned composure: "It should be here soon..."

Qin Sang: "..."

A massive axe, carrying a menacing aura, finally came hurtling through the air, causing it to whistle and rumble. Xie Sui'an had just pulled Qin Sang aside to narrowly avoid it when he felt the ground tremble—the burly man was running towards them!

Because of his obesity, Lei Gong's limbs are slightly spread out when he runs, but his speed is not slow. Every step he takes gives the illusion of the earth shaking, making people feel a lot of pressure.

"Have a moment, sir! Let's talk this out..."

Qin Sang tried to act coquettishly like a little girl, but the other party didn't even blink, gave a contemptuous smile, his facial muscles twitched, and he kept walking.

Seeing that her coaxing was ineffective, Qin Sang had no choice but to take drastic measures and rush to pull the axe that had sunk into the ground.

Xie Sui'an's eyes widened: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Qin Sang: "Throw his weapon away!"

Without divine weapons, a martial artist's strength is halved when fighting bare-handed.

But this axe was as heavy as its owner. Qin Sang struggled for a long time until her face turned red, and finally pulled it out of the ground. She swung it around in place, using the force of the pull, and finally used centrifugal force to swing the axe into the tea garden next to her.

"Although it's not that he can't find it, he wouldn't have the nerve to bend over and go to the tea field to look for an axe, right?" Qin Sang clapped her hands and looked up to ask Xie Suian.

Xie Sui'an was utterly astonished, and even Lei Gong frowned, probably thinking this little girl was incredibly bold. Wherever he appeared, people would flee in terror; who would dare stay and try to pull out his giant axe?

Taking advantage of the moment when the two were stunned, Qin Sang commanded, "Attack quickly, he's out of weapons!"

Xie Sui'an was pushed onto the field.

However, there was more than one person on the other side. A group of lackeys, seeing that their leader's axe had been thrown away, were so angry that they cursed and rushed down the hillside, showing no mercy to Qin Sang.

Although Qin Sang was too powerful to defeat, she didn't take these small fry seriously. She parried and countered their attacks with remarkable skill and fluidity. Xie Suian was surprised but also relieved. He easily dodged Lei Gong's punch and then circled behind him, delivering a powerful kick to the back of his knee.

However, Lei Gong's lower body was incredibly stable. This kick only made his opponent sway slightly. He calmly turned around, grabbed the fan that Xie Sui'an was swinging at his neck, and with a gentle twist, broke the beautiful bamboo fan inlaid with jade into shards of bamboo.

"Outrageous! How dare you break my Jade Bone Fan!" Xie Sui'an's anger surged. After letting go, he used both legs to leverage the force from Lei Gong's abdomen and quickly wrapped his arms around Lei Gong's neck.

He naturally wanted to attack the weakest point of the body, but this man not only had a rock-solid lower body, but also a very thick neck. Even his leg entanglement could not shake him. Instead, he was grabbed by the legs and thrown outwards.

He was slammed against the broken wall, his injuries worsened, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Qin Sang thought to herself that this person was all show and no substance, and was defeated so quickly. Despite her complaints, she was also anxious, but she couldn't break through the encirclement of the group. She watched as Lei Gong walked step by step toward Xie Sui'an, who was lying on the ground injured. She was determined to get away from them, even if it meant taking a knife to her hand.

Lei Gong stood in front of Xie Sui'an and spat. It looked like he was about to punch him hard. In her anxiety, Qin Sang had no choice but to pick up a big rock from the ground and throw it at the back of his head. However, the other party shrugged and swung the rock away.

Qin Sang's jaw dropped to her chest in shock: "!! Is this person made of iron?!"

Lei Gong pursed his lips and raised his thick thigh...

Qin Sang was so frightened that he almost closed his eyes. Fortunately, before his leg landed, he suddenly staggered back two steps—Jinyun had arrived!

Just as Xie Suian had said, Jinyun was petite and had a ghostly figure. He pulled out a thin steel wire from somewhere and suddenly attacked from the side, trying to lock the strong man's neck.

Wu's top-notch fighter truly lived up to his reputation. He reacted extremely quickly, raising his hand to block the deadly steel wire. His hard skills were so refined that the thin steel wire couldn't even get into his flesh!

When Jinyun saw that the wire was ineffective, he immediately changed his tactics. He suddenly climbed onto the strong man like a nimble monkey and punched Lei Gong's important acupoint hard with his fist.

The indestructible Thunder God finally let out a muffled groan.

Qin Sang knew that a master like Jinyun, who was skilled in martial arts, must be a master among masters to accompany this noble young master, whom even the prefect looked down upon, on his journey of swordsmanship. He must have seen through Lei Gong's weakness. With each punch he delivered, it wouldn't be long before the man was crippled.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to help the frail and injured Xie Sui'an up. However, although Lei Gong was being held back by Jin Yun, his henchmen still had strength. Seeing that the two of them were weak, they took the opportunity to rush over.

Qin Sang gritted her teeth, held on to her last breath, picked up a sword, and prepared to fight. She thought to herself, "Damn it, why didn't I learn a few more powerful moves back then? I wouldn't be in such a sorry state now."

She was at her wits' end, silently praying to all the gods and Buddhas, begging them to help her and perhaps arrange for someone else who could fight?

No wonder they're called gods; their wishes are more effective than those of ordinary people. Just as I was thinking this, a tattered robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere and flew straight towards the direction where Jinyun and the others were fighting.

Jinyun shouted, "Take down this guy here first, and then I'll fight you!"

Qin Sang then realized that the tattered clothes were actually a person, the Madman, the expert who had ambushed them last night.

Why is he here too?

However, there were many beggars among the crowd going up the mountain today, so it's not impossible that he followed the crowd up without knowing anything about it.

The madman was very obedient to Jinyun, and without saying a word, he took over Jinyun's job and continued to beat the thunder god.

Even though Lei Gong possessed an indestructible body, the mad master seemed to know better how to break his internal energy, and in just a few moves, he beat the man until he bled from all seven orifices.

Jinyun was finally able to get away to help Qin Sang, who stood to the side, hands on her hips, panting: "That beggar brother, why is he here too..."

Jinyun said as he fought, "Young Master said there might be a fight today. It would be best if you could bring him along. I told someone to tell him that as long as he comes up the mountain with me, I will fight him. He obediently came along."

Qin Sang then looked at Xie Sui'an, whose face was pale. Xie Sui'an deliberately brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across his cheek and said in a smug tone, "The art of war is to know people and use them well. These are all common strategies and not worth mentioning."

"..." Although it was arrogant, it did resolve a major crisis. Qin Sang saw that he was sitting on the side without moving, so she guessed that he was seriously injured and went over to help him: "Are you alright?"

Before I could even touch his hand, I heard him hiss softly, "Be gentle, it hurts..."

"..." Qin Sang withdrew her hand. "Then why don't you sit here for a while longer?"

"No... Ouch, why don't you sit down?" Xie Sui'an looked weak. "Maybe I'll recover faster if I lean on your shoulder."

Seeing the blood on his lips, Qin Sang couldn't bear it any longer. She sat down next to him and said, "Turn around, let me see the wound on your back..."

“A minor problem… oh…” Before he could finish speaking, Qin Sang had already turned him around without a word, loosened his belt, and taken off his clothes… Xie Sui’an grumbled, “You… you… at least give me some face…”

When she took off her back, the knife wound that had been bandaged the night before had reopened, and the gauze was soaked in a purplish-red color. There was also a large, shocking bruise on her back from being pressed against a stone... Qin Sang held her breath for a moment.

But Xie Sui'an continued to be stubborn: "Actually, I'm not usually this weak. If I hadn't been injured last night, that Tie Niu might not have been able to hurt me. It's okay, a man with some scars is more heroic. What about you? You're not injured, are you?"

While listening to his nonsense, Qin Sang went to the side and found the small basket she had brought up the mountain. It contained a lot of medicine and gauze, just in case she needed it today.

The medicine powder was sprinkled down to stop the bleeding, and then the gauze was re-wrapped. The movements were gentler and more so than ever before.

As her fingers traced his chest, she suddenly felt the alarming heat and paused, asking, "Are you feverish?"

"..." Xie Sui'an blushed and stared blankly: "Huh?"

Qin Sang reached out and touched his forehead, her delicate brows furrowing slightly: "I didn't bring any fever reducers... Never mind," she lowered her hand and looked around, "You stay here and don't move, I'll go and see if there are any herbs to reduce fever and inflammation."

Xie Sui'an: "Ah, no need..."

Lei Gong finally collapsed under the madman's heavy punches, lying on the ground convulsing and foaming at the mouth. Qin Sang hurriedly called out, "Jinyun, come and take care of him, I'll go find some medicine."

Jinyun understood and continued to beckon to the mad expert: "Ah Chen, if you beat all these people down, I'll fight you!"

The madman arrived without hesitation, allowing Jinyun to escape and look after his young master. Seeing Xie Sui'an with blood at the corner of his mouth and bruises on his back, he almost cried, "Young master, young master, don't scare me..."

"Beauty for servants," Young Master Xie said impatiently, turning Jinyun's face to the side. "Stop wailing, I'm not dead."

"But the wound on your back..."

Xie Sui'an: "Shut up..."