Chapter 5 005: Belated Newbie Benefits
"A sword in the hands of a loving mother???"
Shen Tang was bewildered. Was it a sword or a thread?
Furthermore, the second half of the line is actually "slashed on the body of the traveler"!
This "loving mother" is toxic.
If the first sentence was somewhat understandable—after all, even the most patient and kind mother would be driven to anger by a troublesome son, otherwise there would be no saying "spare the rod and spoil the child"—but the next sentence could shock her for a whole year!
[Eighteen strikes per second, each a critical hit.]
Shen Tang's first reaction was—
Has the "wanderer" grown cold?
Can this kind of unconventional horror literature really break the deadlock?
She began to doubt her own intuition.
Equally absurd was the head constable who was forcibly pulled off his horse by Shen Tang—he was actually dragged off his warhorse by a convict who was just over ten years old!
At the same time, a real murderous intent arose within him.
If we don't kill the traitor Gong today, he will surely become a future threat!
Adhering to the principle of "immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder," he suddenly gathered strength in his arm, retracted the gripped spear tip, and then thrust it out again with lightning speed, aiming directly at Shen Tang's left eye.
Who knew—
The expected spear tip piercing his skull did not occur; instead, he encountered resistance that nearly numbed his hand.
Clang!
The spear tip met the sword blade; it was an ancient sword with a simple design and a gleaming blade, faintly emitting the sounds of dragons roaring and tigers howling.
The person wielding the sword was none other than Shen Tang!
Upon seeing this, the leader of the officials' pupils trembled slightly.
The two men were locked in a stalemate, neither able to gain the upper hand.
This gave Shen Tang some breathing room.
In this short time, she didn't know whether to use it to complain about how "a loving mother's sword" could actually conjure up a sword, or to pity herself for catching the blade with her bare hands—as an artist who loves her work, in her heart, her hands are definitely a more important part of her body than her brain!
He lost control of his anger and actually used his precious right hand to catch the tip of the gun with his bare hands.
Fortunately, no bones or muscles were broken, otherwise, if he could never hold a paintbrush again, what would be the point of life?
And the person in front of her who had injured her right hand—
Shen Tang's eyes were cold and deep.
Today, let this "loving mother" properly teach this over-aged son a lesson!
Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, Shen Tang shifted his footing, and the gleaming blade of his sword grazed the halberd, instantly closing the distance between them.
At the same time, he silently finished reciting the next, inhuman sentence—
[Eighteen strikes per second, each a critical hit.]
The instant she drew her sword, an invisible but powerful force gathered from her dantian to her right hand, making the heavy longsword in her hand as light as a feather, and her arm seemed to be equipped with eighteen super motors, leaving afterimages of the sword with each strike.
As expected, "every strike delivers a critical hit".
Originally, he could only unleash one sword strike, but now he can unleash eighteen sword strikes, each one striking a vital point!
The shadows and beams of swords intertwined to form a net.
Logically, this should have turned the head of the officials into a pincushion, but this world is just so devoid of martial ethics and science—
He crossed his arms in front of him, using the solidified black metal wrist guards to withstand the eighteen sword strikes.
Completely unharmed!
No, it can't be said that they were completely unharmed.
At least she was the one who picked out his hair ornaments and hair bun.
Upon seeing this, Shen Tang nearly burst into a tirade of curses.
Can this world ever get any better?
If a third-class hairpin is this troublesome, then what about a twentieth-class marquis? Wouldn't they be destined to ascend to heaven on the spot?
The officer leader became increasingly focused, his brow furrowing with seriousness.
When Shen Tang slowed down a bit, he seized the opportunity to strike, throwing a red fist shadow. Shen Tang dodged in time, and the fist shadow slammed into the ground, creating a large crater.
The swirling sand obscured her vision.
As she looked again, a gleaming broadsword came crashing down on her head.
He had no choice but to parry with his sword, slightly bending his knees and lowering his center of gravity under the immense pressure, managing to withstand the blow.
The clanging of swords clashing caused tinnitus and auditory hallucinations.
The head constable said, "I underestimated you!"
They were aggressive and pressed forward relentlessly.
After a fierce struggle, both sides were exhausted, and he still failed to capture the prisoner.
Shen Tang's breathing became slightly disordered, and a thin layer of sweat unconsciously seeped from her forehead.
It should be known that the strength of a third-class maid is two or three times that of a low-ranking nobleman. The chief officer swung his sword with all his might every time, aiming to cleave her in two. She suspected that her arm was already on the verge of being ruined.
Because of the severe pain, she was in a particularly bad mood.
"Hmph, I clearly overestimated you."
If it's not good, it's not good. Why pretend and say something like, "I underestimated you"...
Use your words to your advantage!
"However, this concludes here—"
Unaffected by Shen Tang's provocation, the head of the officials suppressed his anger, dragged his sword and quickly approached, but stopped a foot away from the latter, his thick eyebrows furrowing.
He shouted loudly at the empty open space.
"Who is it? Show yourself!"
Shen Tang was startled by these words, and a chill ran down her spine.
Are there any other people nearby?
Just then, a deep, magnetic male voice entered her ears.
The man said slowly and deliberately, "Teeth are strong but are lost first, while the tongue is soft and survives. Softness can overcome hardness and weakness can overcome strength."
The head constable turned ashen-faced after hearing this.
As soon as she finished speaking, a black and white calligraphy and painting unfolded beneath Shen Tang's feet, and the characters flew out and entered her body one by one.
In an instant, he was fully revived!
My arm no longer hurts, my breathing is steady, and all the strength I had lost has returned.
No, it's even worse!
She had a premonition that if she drew her sword again, it wouldn't be eighteen strikes, but thirty-six!
This is clearly a friendly team!
Could this be a belated perk for new transmigrators?
Seeing Shen Tang's breathing quickly recover, the head constable was filled with rage and wanted to curse.
He ground his molars with almost gritted teeth.
"Obstructing official business is a crime punishable by death!"
The man scoffed, "Then why don't you kill one and let me see?"
The head constable was still not giving up: "The Gong family has acted perversely, and you are associating with the traitor Gong. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"
"I know better than you why the Gong family was raided and their clan exterminated. Who the thief is is still unknown."
Upon hearing this, the head constable knew he had no chance. If he continued to entangle himself, he would likely face the combined forces of Shen Tang and the man in the shadows, which would be the end of his life! Left with no other choice, he could only drag his sword and retreat towards Shen Tang, retreating a good three or five zhang before reluctantly riding away.
Almost at the same time, the calligraphy and paintings under Shen Tang's feet dissipated.
As it disappeared, Shen Tang, who had just been energized, returned to her previous state.
Shen Tang: "..."
The trial period for this buff is way too short!
With the crisis averted, she plopped down on the ground to catch her breath, staring in disbelief at her hands—she had actually survived a hellish start, made it to the newbie protection period, and even escaped with her life…
Those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future!
Wiping away the sweat, Shen Tang looked up and saw a slender young man with bluish lips walking out from behind the tree.
He quickly got up and thanked the man, saying, "Thank you so much for saving my life, sir."
The young man looked at Shen Tang, squinted at him for a moment, and said in a low voice, "No need for thanks. If he hadn't discovered my whereabouts and shouted, just because you are a male heir of the Gong family, I wouldn't have wanted to save him, and I might even have wanted to kill you."
Shen Tang: "..."
The smile on his lips gradually froze.
Emerging from the tiger's den only to fall into the wolf's lair?
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