Perhaps it was because people really couldn't stand Fan Xian's arrogant behavior of relying on the power of others, the originally quiet street suddenly became turbulent again.
There was a loud rumbling sound from the wall of the alley ahead, and the solid stone brick wall suddenly broke and collapsed. A tall and strong man over two meters tall, like a wall, walked out of it and looked at the two people on top of the carriage with fierce eyes.
At this time, the roof of the carriage had been broken, and Fan Xian and Ya Mu were standing on the narrow sides of the carriage respectively.
Seeing the tall and strong man with bulging muscles, Fan Xian immediately realized that this was the man who had just thrown the stone millstone.
"Wow, this physique must be born with supernatural powers!"
Fan Xian looked at the sturdy man in amazement.
In the world of Joy of Life, the rank of any warrior below the level of Grandmaster cannot fully represent their combat power.
It's like two warriors of the same level, if one of them is of normal size and the other looks like the Hulk, the physical strength between the two will naturally be very different.
Fan Xian recalled the sturdy man's performance, pondered his own strength, and then made a quick judgment.
The realm of this sturdy man is at least the eighth level. Coupled with his strong body endowed with natural supernatural powers, even an ordinary ninth-level master may not be able to gain the upper hand in a head-on confrontation with him without weapons.
Wu Zhu had previously commented on Fan Xian's strength, saying that he had the potential of the third rank and the strength of the seventh rank.
All in all, at best, he can deal with an eighth-rank master.
So... I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is someone I cannot beat!
Fan Xian made up his mind, jumped behind Yamu, pointed at the sturdy man and said arrogantly: "Brother Mu, beat him up!"
Yamu: “…”
Teng Zijing: “…”
Too arrogant, too arrogant!
Teng Zijing couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, seeming a little too embarrassed to face people.
Even he couldn't stand Fan Xian's arrogance, let alone those assassins hiding in the dark.
In an instant, two black lights appeared on the left and right, like two pitch-black poisonous snakes, stabbing at Fan Xian's neck and temple respectively.
Feeling the sound of wind coming from his ear, Fan Xian was startled and immediately leaned back like an iron bridge.
But the two sword lights suddenly turned like poisonous snakes and followed closely.
“Zheng——”
The swords hummed as the two pitch-black swords stopped right in front of Fan Xian, who had a horrified look on his face.
Yamu held the junction of the two black swords with one hand, and looked indifferently at Fan Xian who was bending down on the ground.
"Are you still pretending?"
"……hey-hey!"
Fan Xian smiled awkwardly, looking a little embarrassed.
Yamu's palm shook, and the two swordsmen holding the black swords were hit hard in an instant. Their slender hands unconsciously loosened the hilts, and they fell heavily to the sides like two kites with broken strings.
“Bang!”
The two of them bumped into the walls on both sides of the alley and quickly stood up by holding on to the walls.
It was at this moment that Fan Xian discovered that the two assassins were actually women dressed in black.
Fan Xian immediately stood up and looked at the black sword in Yamu's hand and said seriously, "These two people are ruthless. Every move they make is aimed at taking my life. Moreover, the sword is painted with non-reflective black paint and is smeared with a deadly poison that kills instantly. It is obvious that they are experienced professional assassins!"
"Do I need to tell you that?"
Yamu said unhappily: "And shouldn't you worry about me getting hurt by this poison first?"
Fan Xian said with a smile: "I also use poison. The poison on this sword is indeed fatal to ordinary people, but in front of a master like you, Brother Mu, this poison is not very effective!"
“That makes sense.”
Yamu nodded, then turned around, with his back to Fan Xian, and said to the sturdy man running towards the carriage, "These two female assassins are about the same strength as you, so you can practice with them!"
“…Huh?”
Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that the two female assassins had been disarmed by Yamu.
So he changed the subject and said seriously, "Brother Mu is right. Leave these two female assassins to me!"
...How abominable!
This Fan Xian really deserves to die!
The two pale-faced female assassins glared at each other, their eyes almost spitting fire.
Judging from their appearance, even if the murderer behind the scenes died immediately, they would probably help kill people for free.
Yamu couldn't help but turn his head to look at Fan Xian. After a moment's thought, he raised his hand and threw the two black swords in his hand, which stabbed into the hands of the two female assassins respectively.
Not to mention Fan Xian and Teng Zijing, even the two pale-faced female assassins couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
"Brother Mu, what are you doing?"
Fan Xian's face froze slightly, and he couldn't help but ask awkwardly.
Yamu said without even turning his head: "You are too arrogant, so I will make it more difficult for you."
"...Ah?" Fan Xian's eyes widened.
At this moment, the sturdy man who was roaring like a wild beast had rushed to the front of the carriage.
The two horses pulling the carriage were frightened by the strong man's aura and paced back and forth in panic.
Seeing this scene, the sturdy man who was running wildly showed a grim smile on his face.
The next second, the sturdy man slightly turned sideways, using his shoulder as the impact point, and hit hard.
"Bang——"
A deafening thud erupted in the alley, shaking the nearby sycamore trees so much that their leaves began to tremble and fall to the ground.
The sturdy man who was running wildly flew high into the air, his eyes wide open in mid-air, looking at the figure below who had appeared at some point and was slowly retracting his feet with an expression of disbelief.
“Bang!”
The sturdy man drew a parabola and crashed heavily into the ground in front of him.
Yamu raised his hand and gently stroked the horse's head, saying calmly, "Since it was used to assassinate Fan Xian, what is the horse guilty of?"
The strong man spat out a mouthful of blood, stood up from the ground with some difficulty, and looked at Yamu who was comforting the horse in front of him in disbelief.
"What did you do?"
"..." Yamu turned his head in disappointment, "Still can't see clearly?"
The sturdy man was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't understand what Yamu was talking about.
Yamu shook his head and said, "I have sealed almost all of my power, but you still can't see my movements clearly. It seems that there is nothing worth learning from you..."
After hearing Yamu's explanation, the strong man finally understood.
He immediately roared angrily, then raised his feet and ran wildly, rushing towards Yamu again.
Yamu nodded slightly and said, "You have good fighting spirit... Then I'll give you another chance!"
“Bang!”
The air exploded and a strong wind spread, tearing the sycamore leaves floating in the air into pieces.
Yamu suppressed his own strength and fought with the angry strong man in front of him with ease.
After his journey to Earth in the Dragon Ball world, Yamu no longer looks down on anyone weaker than him.
In his eyes, no matter how small the world is, there must be something worth learning from.
Just like the Kamehameha he learned on Dragon Ball Earth, although it is just a move created by weak Earthlings, it is a powerful skill that even he can use.
Because of this, Yamu did not kill these stronger assassins immediately, but wanted to see if there was anything worth learning from them.
But unfortunately, the sturdy man in front of him seemed to be just a master of horizontal training who relied on his strength. Although his punches and kicks were quite methodical, most of them were just large-scale clapping and punching.
There are too many more exquisite moves than this in the [Scripture Library] of the Time Travelers Alliance.
Yamu really looked down upon such crude martial arts.
"There is no value in learning from it..."
A hint of disappointment appeared in Yamu's eyes, and then he shook his head, raised his palm, pierced through the strong man's arm, and slapped him in the heart.
“Bang!”
With a muffled sound, the sturdy man with his hands raised high froze in place.
Yamu walked past him nonchalantly, letting the sturdy man's body fall to the ground behind him.
Dust flew up, but was easily blocked by the energy wrapped around Yamu's body.
Yamu raised his eyes and looked towards the end of the alley with an indifferent expression.
There, there was a blurry figure wearing a bamboo hat, looking at this place with a shocked expression.
When playing with the burly man before, Yamu felt a soft gust of wind always surrounding his body, hindering his movements.
There is no reason, this should be the magic in the novel world of Joy of Life!
That’s right, in the novel, in addition to those warriors who practice true Qi, there are also some mages who are regarded as unorthodox.
Most of the magic spells they used were useless. Although they could be used to play tricks among ordinary people, they were simply not worth mentioning in front of warriors.
For example, the man in the bamboo hat at the end of the alley, he should be using wind magic...
"You can call it magic at this level?"
Yamu shook his head, very disapproving of the hat man's wind skills.
They are all wind-related spells. Which of those magical powers in the [Scripture Library] that come from the world of mythology and the world of cultivation can't stir up a hurricane and change the color of the sky and the earth?
In comparison, this guy's wind skills can only control the airflow at best.
If it weren't for Yamu's keen perception, he might not have been able to detect the interference of wind magic.
"The conclusion is worthless."
Yamu calmly raised his right arm and pointed his index finger at the figure.
In an instant, a rich blue light bloomed at his fingertips and condensed into a bean-sized point of light.
Seeing this scene, the figure wearing the bamboo hat was startled for a moment, and quickly turned around and ran away, while releasing wind magic on himself, allowing his body to float more lightly and fly rapidly forward.
"call out--"
The blue light broke through the air and instantly pierced through the heart of the man in the bamboo hat.
"thump!"
The flying figure fell to the ground, lying on the ground at the end of the alley in the ugliest posture.
Yamu turned around calmly and looked at Fan Xian and the two female assassins who were fighting fiercely behind the carriage.
At this time, the three were fighting fiercely at the base of the wall.
Fan Xian held a dagger in his hand and first blocked the black sword that was stabbing at his face. Then he turned around, twisted his toes on the ground, and slightly bent his knees, allowing the other black sword to brush past his left chest and stab into the wall.
It was so thrilling and dangerous many times.
Teng Zijing was so frightened that he couldn't help but take a step forward to help.
"Don't worry." Yamu put his hand on Teng Zijing's shoulder and said softly, "Once may be an accident, twice may be a coincidence, but more than three times, that is an obvious difference in strength..."