Chapter 58: Someone Stole My Things (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"thief":"……"
The burly man with the goose-feather saber: "..."
The two men reacted differently to the unfamiliar sword-wielding youth.
The former was bewildered; he was utterly desperate and prepared to unleash the full potential of his martial arts prowess to forcibly elevate his realm in a desperate last stand. Even if he died, he wanted to take as many people down with him! Unexpectedly, at this crucial moment, a strange young man suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
The latter looked serious. Just by looking at the power of that sword mark, one could tell that the newcomer's strength was not to be underestimated, and that a single misstep could lead to an unexpected defeat.
"puff--"
The "thief" was about to speak when the aggravation of his wound caused his throat to spasm uncontrollably, vomiting a mouthful of foul blood, making his already filthy face even more wretched. He coughed a few times, barely suppressing the urge to vomit blood, and gasped, "Young friend, this is our private matter. Don't get involved..."
The burly man with the goose-feather saber let out a cold snort and a sinister laugh.
"A scholar trying to help those in need? If you know what's good for you, get out of the way!"
Shen Tang remained expressionless. Initially, her attention was drawn to the "thieves" behind her, but upon hearing the words of the burly man with the goose-feather saber, her anger, which had just subsided, surged back up. In her fury, her eyes widened: "I knew you petty thieves harbored ill intentions."
The burly man with the goose-feather knife disliked Shen Tang's incoherent words.
"Nonsense! Since you're so eager to die, then spare your lives." With a flick of the blade, he ordered, "Kill both of them!"
Before he could finish speaking, the sword was already upon him.
The burly man with the goose-feather saber was terrified, having not even seen how the boy had approached. He roared, unleashing his martial spirit, and a wave of energy surged outwards from his body, while simultaneously swinging his long saber horizontally, the blade intercepting the sword and cleaving the incoming blade in two.
Clang!
Swords clashed.
The crimson blade flashed, sending shockwaves surging.
The burly man with the goose-feather saber was sent flying seven or eight steps before he could barely regain his footing. The saber in his hand could not withstand the weight and made a very faint "crack" sound, with three or four small cracks appearing. He looked horrified, while the young man with the sword remained expressionless, calm and composed despite being surrounded by several people.
"Ten steps, one kill." The young man shifted his feet, as if riding the clouds and wind, moving freely amidst the flashing swords and shadows, and with fluid grace, he slashed open the throat of the one who stood in his way, killing him with a single sword strike!
Flames flickered and spewed, and the gushing blood was even more intense than the flames!
In the blink of an eye, three more souls perished beneath the sword!
The boy had eyes as black as lacquer and slightly pursed red lips. Even though the firelight tinged his cold face with warmth, it still sent chills down one's spine.
Tick-tock, tick-tock—
Hot blood dripped from the blade down the sword.
Before long, they swam into the muddy ground, leaving behind red marks.
The boy coldly stared at the burly man with the goose-feather knife.
"Get out if you don't want to die!"
Faced with this provocation, the burly man with the goose-feather saber laughed in fury. The Martial Courage Tiger Talisman at his waist glowed, and crimson qi circulated throughout his body, instantly transforming into a ferocious beast-head armor. His goose-feather saber also transformed into a red-tasseled hook-and-sickle spear, his aura suddenly surging, making him appear like a burning flame. He took two quick steps, and a black horse treading on flames appeared beneath him, striking towards Shen Tang like an arrow released from a bow.
clang!
Although the spearhead missed its mark, it almost grazed Shen Tang's brow, leaving a thin, long red mark that made her skin appear even whiter.
One shot missed, and the attack followed immediately.
With a turn of the spearhead, the barb on one side thrusts upwards, aiming straight for Shen Tang's face. If he were to be stabbed, at the very least, his skull would be split open.
"Byakuya!"
The bowstring hummed, and a dark-feathered arrow pierced the air.
The arrowhead struck the barb of the hook-and-sickle spear with precision, and the piercing sound of the impact caused a tinnitus in the ears.
"Captain!"
The dark-feathered arrows arrived again, this time three arrows in one strike.
The arrows appeared light and weak, but upon contact, they were incredibly powerful, forcefully deflecting the hook-and-sickle spear and numbing the wielder's hands. The arrows weren't just aimed at the burly man with the goose-feather saber; almost every arrow struck a fatal spot—the brow, throat, heart, or other vital points. The victims didn't even have time to react before feeling their bodies grow cold; some were even thrown through the air and pinned to the wall.
The burly man with the goose-feather saber looked closely and saw that a tall young man in black with a red ribbon in his hair had jumped out. He held a jet-black longbow in his left hand and had no quiver on him. The young man leaped into the air and landed. Before he could even steady himself, he pulled the bowstring to its full extent with his right hand.
"Well Instrument!"
Dark energy condensed into four feathered arrows at his fingertips. One arrow blocked the warrior with the goose-feather saber, deflecting his hook-and-sickle spear again. The other three arrows killed those besieging Shen Tang. With a whoosh, three more arrows fell, while the warrior with the goose-feather spear could only curse under his breath!
Where did these two little brats come from?
Just as Shen Tang was about to slit the enemy's throat with her sword, a dark-colored arrow pierced through the enemy's forehead first, and the enemy was beheaded!
She suddenly turned around and looked at Zhai Le.
This is the thief who stole her kill!
Zhai Le, however, was oblivious to this. He nimbly evaded the pursuers, leaping onto the rooftops to use the terrain to maneuver around the enemy while occasionally firing several arrows, each one fatal. His archery skills were superb, his movements astonishing, and he didn't forget to shout.
"Brother Shen, have all these people been killed?"
"Why are they all chasing me...?"
"It's so hot, my feet are burning!"
Before he could finish his rambling, he had fired several more arrows.
He leaped across the heads of the men below, soaring onto another rooftop. Using one arm to grip the eaves, he changed course, dodging another attack and successfully escaping the three men's encirclement. His mouth didn't stop either: "This teamwork doesn't seem like banditry..."
He and his elder brother traveled from the southeast to the northwest, encountering at least nine hundred to a thousand villains along the way. These were scattered and disorganized bandits, fighting independently with varying abilities, making them easy to defeat one by one. These villains also cooperated effectively, almost like soldiers on payroll.
"I miss my brother. I'm not used to not having Wenxin's help."
"Brother Shen, please help me! Wenxin, Wenxin, Wenxin!"
Zhai Le's mouth never stopped.
Annoyed by the nagging, Shen Tang said, "Can you shut up?"
He caught a glimpse of Zhai Le out of the corner of his eye, flicked his wrist, and the longsword flew out of his hand, piercing through the enemy who was attacking Zhai Le from behind with a knife.
"I never play support!" With that, she hooked two fingers, and the longsword seemed to be summoned, obediently flying back into her hand.
Zhai Le, his face splattered with blood: "..."
Feeling wronged
Although he didn't understand what "playing support" meant, it didn't stop him from knowing what "support" meant.
Brother Shen is showing his disdain.
ε=(ο｀*))) Sigh
Let's rely on ourselves.
The ease on Zhai Le's face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of seriousness—despite his and Brother Shen's high spirits, the number of enemies was only increasing, and they didn't know where they came from, giving the impression of having stirred up a hornet's nest.
Besides, that burly man with the goose-feather saber was at least an eighth-class soldier, and his martial prowess and tiger tally allowed him to command four hundred men. These four hundred men hadn't even been mobilized yet, clearly indicating he was more than capable. It wouldn't be good to use these lowly rabble to wear them down now.
Second update.
This chapter is so hard to write! I've revised it so many times, but it still doesn't work.
One more chapter.
(End of this chapter)
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