Doted By The Regent King
Chapter 302: Crushing Your Lifeline

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: Crushing Your Lifeline

As Wufu’s words fell, she leaped into the air with a shout, "Liu Jin, get out of the way."

Liu Jin quickly ran under a tree so as not to obstruct the girl’s path; indeed, he had forgotten that this young lady was not the fragile type.

The hunter, seeing Wufu fly up, was momentarily stunned. By the time he came to his senses, Wufu had already approached him, her hands pressing on his shoulders as she forcefully drove her knee upward into his chin. With a spin, she kicked him to the ground.

It all happened in an instant— the hunter was sent flying a meter away, a sweetness rising in his throat as he turned his head to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Seeing the blood-stained grass, the hunter was startled; he hadn’t expected that this seemingly delicate girl would possess such strength.

Actually, the hunter wasn’t foolish. It was the sight of the dead tiger and Wufu’s appearance that caused him to lose the vigilance and judgment a hunter should have.

One must know, a tiger weighing over a thousand kilograms lay dead here. It must have been after a ferocious fight, and such a battle would typically require several people to overcome. Otherwise, who would dare to fight to the death with a giant tiger bare-handed?

But in reality, all there was around this dead tiger were Wufu and Liu Jin—a girl and a teenage boy. Who would believe they could kill a tiger? Even if someone did, they wouldn’t be taken seriously.

If they truly were the ones to have killed it, then these two had to be extraordinary.

Unfortunately, greed blinded the hunter, so much so that he didn’t stop to think. Even if the idea crossed his mind, he dismissed it as luck, assuming they might have encountered a sickly cat.

And what the hunter thought about the most was how effortlessly he would acquire a tiger, which could be sold for a lot of Silver. Plus, Wufu was a tender and beautiful girl—perfect to be his wife.

It was precisely these thoughts that made him blind to the reasons behind the tiger’s death and unable to figure out that there are some things too dangerous to covet. The more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they can be.

Wufu was precisely that kind of thorny toxin.

The hunter regained his composure and, drawing on years of experience, leaped up, pulling out the curved knife from his waist, and snorted, "Not bad, a feisty little miss—for my taste."

Wufu let out a cold laugh, not bothering to waste words with him. She pounced like a small leopard, flipping in the air; her feet moved so quickly they were but a blur as she knocked the knife from his hand and tackled him to the ground. She pinned him down with her knee on his chest, balling her fists and aiming for his face.

To punch effectively, technique mattered. Holding a fist too tightly could lessen the power; her middle finger slightly protruded as she threw punch after punch, landing them so quickly that the hunter’s face soon bruised and swelled.

The hunter never imagined that he, with his size, would be pinned down and beaten by a girl, unable to fight back. Wufu’s punches were simply too fast.

When he finally reacted, reaching out his hands towards Wufu while wildly kicking, trying to ensnare her...

Wufu executed a backward flip, her toes pushing off his chest as she kept flipping backward, accurately and forcefully stomping on his groin as if she had eyes in the back of her head.

Crunch—it was as if something had snapped or burst.

"Ow!" The hunter screamed in pain, curled up on the side, clutching his lower body and begging for mercy, "No more, no more, auntie, spare my life, please."

It was only then that the hunter fully awoke to reality: this was not a little lamb but a tigress.

Wufu snorted coldly, "Don’t force me to take your life. Get lost!"

She turned around, completely oblivious to the fierce murderous intent that flashed in the eyes of the hunter behind her.