Chapter 15 015: Fourth-Class Unchanged
"Mr. Qi, why won't you give me this 'wise self-preservation' mantra?"
Shen Tang nearly vomited blood.
She had memorized this incantation not long ago.
Condensing Qi into a protective shield to protect the entire body!
In layman's terms, it's like putting a shield on yourself.
It would be fine if Qi Shan only put the trap on herself, but this guy actually quietly retreated behind her, leaving her, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl who was powerless to even kill a chicken, to face the thug who had wiped out her entire family!
This is absolutely outrageous!
Qi Shan calmly replied, "I am physically weak and not good at fighting."
Shen Tang: "..."
She suddenly remembered her evaluation of Qi Shan from the Word of Power Scroll she read last night—a LYB who uses offense as defense and ambushes enemies in bushes—but now it seems that this evaluation is incomplete. She needs to add another point: this guy is also quite adept at betraying his teammates.
"Even if you're not good at fighting, you're still a young man who has gone through the coming-of-age ceremony!"
Hiding behind her?
Is this the behavior of a true man?
After saying that, she kicked the middle-aged man in the chest.
Seeing the man who had been kicked half a meter away before he could even react, Qi Shan said, "Even a young man who has gone through the coming-of-age ceremony can't kick someone this far."
Shen Tang: "..."
The middle-aged man lay on the ground, clutching his chest, his face filled with horror. He never imagined that Shen Tang, such a thin and small child, could possess such strength. He slammed his hand on the ground, leaped up, and roared, "If you don't value your lives, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
He pulled out a red-glowing wood-chopping knife from somewhere.
It came crashing down on Chen Tang's head!
Thump!
The man's wood-chopping knife, imbued with martial prowess, cut through iron like mud, cleaving Shen Tang's knife in two in a single exchange. Delighted by the result, he gripped the knife with brute force and slashed horizontally, aiming at Shen Tang's neck, a smile curving his lips as if he could already see Shen Tang's head flying off in a gruesome display.
Unexpectedly, she ducked and leaned back, dodging the successive attacks of red wood-chopping knives. Her footwork shifted, and she moved with composure with each step.
The middle-aged man had no particular techniques or moves; all he had was brute strength and a reddish-brown wood-chopping knife that could cut through iron like mud.
He slashed again and again.
If you get slashed even once, you'll either die or be maimed.
Looking at the cracks that had been cleaved in the ground, Shen Tang's expression hardened slightly. Qi Shan then said, "Second-class superior quality."
He was still just a second-class superior cultivator with only brute strength.
Shen Tang seized the opportunity to get close and flicked his finger to strike the wrist.
The middle-aged man cried out in pain, his hand on the wood-chopping knife slipping from his grasp. She seized the opportunity and delivered a vicious kick to his groin, just three inches below his navel. This kick not only sent the man flying, but also made Qi Shan gasp involuntarily.
She covered her face with her sleeve, unable to bear looking at it.
No man could endure such pain.
Middle-aged men are no exception.
He screamed and bent over, but this was exactly what Shen Tang wanted. He grabbed his ear and pulled his hair down, causing it to collide with her knee as she bent and pushed him up.
Thump!
Qi Shan subconsciously touched the area of her nasal bone.
He felt sorry for the man just watching.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a shadow moving outside the paper window, and without thinking, he read aloud—
"We'll weather the storm together, and save each other from peril!"
The moment the word "save" was written, a gray light burst through the window with unparalleled force, striking towards Shen Tang's vitals. At the same time as the gray light arrived, the written energy around her suddenly lit up.
The two forces collided, and the shockwave exploded with a deafening roar.
Shen Tang had already dodged it. Looking at the spear blade that had sunk several inches into the ground, she looked up at the window—there were still enemies in the shadows!
Qi Shan said, "The accomplice should be a third-class hairpin holder."
With his extensive experience, he could roughly judge his accomplice's strength based solely on the force of that shot.
But the next sentence is—
"Young Master Shen should be able to handle it."
Shen Tang: "..."
The subtext of this statement is that he still wants to remain on the fringes.
Unlike the haphazard middle-aged man, this one was clearly a trained fighter. He leaped in, and with a flick of his wrist, the spear embedded in the ground flew into his hand.
However, the target was not Shen Tang; instead, a feint was used to directly attack Qi Shan.
The newcomer was dressed in black, nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. Just standing there, he exuded a powerful and oppressive aura, making the originally spacious house seem small and cramped.
Qi Shan wore an expression of "I knew it," and calmly recited a single word of incantation. Light surged beneath her feet, and with a slight sway, she retreated more than ten feet. The man in black wanted to pursue, but was blocked by Shen Tang, who was wielding the "Mother's Sword," and could not escape.
Clang!
Guns and swords clashed.
Qi Shan moved to a relatively safe open space and slowly added, "If danger is on my body, it is also on others. Therefore, if I am in danger, others are in danger. If others are not in danger, they need to lend a helping hand to relieve my predicament."
The words of power fell, but the light of the words shone brightly at Shen Tang's feet.
Having clearly heard the power of the words, Shen Tang was speechless: "...???"
While deflecting the enemy's barrage of bayonets, he angrily shouted, "Qi Yuanliang! Have some decency!"
Qi Shan is a real dog!
At first glance, that passage of spiritual power seems fine, but when translated, it means this: If I am in danger, I will transfer the danger to someone else. If I am in danger, then others are in danger, so if that person wants to be safe, they have to help me resolve the danger.
This is equivalent to forcibly sharing the risk.
“Young Master Shen, everything should be for the greater good.” Upon hearing this, Qi Shan shamelessly smiled and said, “As the saying goes, ‘If the literary mind is not eradicated, the martial spirit will not be extinguished.’ This person is a martial artist, he must know this principle. I am weak, I can entrust my life to Young Master Shen.”
Shen Tang: "..."
Brother Qi Yuanliang, do you still remember what I said last night, "Guess whether this sword of mine is for decoration or a useful weapon"?
He's already adopted the persona of a weak, scholarly man overnight?
boom!
The gray light from the sword's blade pierced through the roof of the house, creating a large hole.
This person was surprisingly strong, much stronger than that third-class official. Shen Tang had to take several steps back to relieve the weight. Looking at her slightly numb hand, her face darkened.
"Qi Yuanliang, are you sure he's a third-class hairpin holder?"
Qi Shan was about to say "yes" when, by the light of the still-burning oil lamp, she saw the man's thick lips part slightly, and he murmured something silently.
Immediately afterwards, his aura changed, and he instantly unleashed hundreds of spear shadows, the spear shafts coiling around Shen Tang's longsword like nimble snakes.
Qi Shan carefully discerned the shape of the lips.
Just as there are no fixed formations in warfare, there are no fixed shapes in water...
This is……
Praying for goodness brought instant enlightenment.
"Watch out, this fellow is a fourth-class novice!"
Almost as soon as the words were spoken, a somewhat ethereal black shadow silently appeared in Shen Tang's blind spot, forming a pincer movement with the black-clad man who was entangled with Shen Tang. A gunshot whistled through the air, and as if she had eyes in the back of her head, Shen Tang grabbed a hanging curtain and leaped vertically onto the broken beam, avoiding a shot aimed straight at her heart.
"Holy crap, it can even create clones!"
She had just steadied herself when she heard Qi Shan's voice.
He said, "Scattered like stars in the sky!"
Buzz—
The crisscrossing characters extended from beneath his feet, resembling a giant chessboard at first glance. As the chessboard appeared, the black-clad man's feet sank, his knees trembling slightly, as if a boulder were pressing down on his shoulders and his legs were sinking into invisible quagmire. He roared, his martial aura erupting, the gray light colliding with the literary light with a piercing clang.
Shen Tang watched this scene, unsure how to help.
This was beyond her comprehension.
Qi Shan saw her worry and said coldly, "You just keep fighting, leave the rest to me. Capture them alive!"
The thresholds for becoming a Gongshi or Shangzao are extremely low; any martial artist can reach them. The third rank, Zanniao, is the dividing line. Starting from the fourth rank, Bugeng, one can borrow the power of military strategy and, if placed in the army, could easily become a centurion.
If one were willing to serve as a servant to a powerful family, one would have no worries about food and drink. Why would one become an outlaw and make a living by robbery and murder?
_(:з」∠)_ I've skipped it again. Sigh, why do I only get inspiration at times like this...
(End of this chapter)
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