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Chapter 265: [264] Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 115 (8 Updates)
Chapter 265: [264] Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 115 (8 Updates)
Seeing her contempt so arrogantly, to tell the truth, it was quite suffocating, especially since this kid didn’t seem to have much flesh on his bones, and yet his martial arts were so advanced? (Never considered it might just be brute strength)
He furrowed his brow, thinking that if he compromised just like this, how could he assert his authority among his peers in the future? Especially since he had only kicked once, who knew if it was just a fluke?
With this thought in mind, he gave a fierce look and signaled his brothers with his eyes.
"Alright, if you’re that great, we really want to see just how good you are. Brothers, let’s go, take down this kid, and we can feast on meat and drink to our heart’s content!"
They were mountain bandits, living a life of licking blood off the edge of their knives every day, killing, hurting, looting—what evil deed hadn’t they done?
One might say they had seen enough of the world to not be scared off by these two green kids.
So, everyone prepared for battle, brandishing their knives and pouncing toward the two of them. She had already pulled Yaya down from the carriage and placed her behind herself.
Originally, she had thought these fools might know when to back off, but since they wanted to test her, fine. She wanted to see just how far her combat abilities could go. So, as they surrounded her, she ducked and dodged while recalling the close combat techniques from her past life: grabbing arms, reverse wrist locks, seizing fingers, twisting forcefully, kicking thighs, striking calves—the benefit of great strength was that no matter where she touched them, she could make these men scream in pain.
There were in total thirteen of them, one had already been knocked out cold by her kick. The remaining twelve, even when they surrounded her together, quickly fell pathetically pleading for mercy under her uncontrollable primal force.
From the fight, they deduced that this youngster fought so fiercely unarmed, with absolutely no technique or school of thought—it didn’t look like martial arts at all. So, it was just raw strength?
After the fight ended, Xiao Yu stepped on the forehead of their leader and asked, "Satisfied now? Can we leave?"
"Go, you can go. It’s my fault for not recognizing Mount Tai,"
Xiao Yu nodded with satisfaction, "That’s better. I already told you, didn’t I? Now look, not only did you not get any money for meat and drink, but you also got beaten up. With these bruises, it won’t be less than ten days to half a month before they fade. Doesn’t this just scream masochism?"
Compared to their gloomy faces, Xiao Yu seemed much more relaxed. After sending Yaya up onto the horse carriage, she too hopped aboard.
Then she turned back to them and advised, "Just a word of advice, there are plenty of hidden dragons and crouching tigers out there. Instead of living hand to mouth like this, why not do some honest work? Isn’t money earned from your sweat sweet? Why persist in committing these crimes? Consider this; I’ve said all there is to say!"
Xiao Yu flicked the whip, and the horse carriage slowly moved forward, leaving the injured bandits behind crying about their misfortune.
Yaya looked up at her with adoring eyes, planting a kiss on Xiao Yu’s face and excitedly said, "Sis, my dear sister, you are so amazing!"
"Amazing? It’s just that these guys didn’t know martial arts, too weak. If we really ran into someone strong, no matter how much strength I have, I might not be able to handle the consequences of over ten people attacking at once. But we still have to travel by the official road—taking shortcuts is risky since we don’t know the way, to begin with, and we can’t afford the time delay. So I’d rather take some risks and stick to this path. Let’s just hope it’s quieter from here on,"
They had already been on the road for half a month, and they had barely reached Prefecture City. The distance to Beijing was still a mystery, that was the trouble with ancient road travel—crossing mountains and rivers. The journey was manageable with clear skies, but in heavy rain, they would hardly be able to move an inch.
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