The Shura Sect and Hegemon Sect? Not Even a Dog Would Play Them

The Company Officer was furious.

Gao Yunyi was even more furious.

"You're the one who killed Wang Er."

The Company Officer's eyes were brimming with rage, and killing intent kept pouring from him.

Yet Gao Yunyi ignored the Company Officer's angry shout. He merely turned his head slightly and asked the little boy standing at the door:

"Do you want me to help you save your grandpa?"

The little boy had still been worried about the honored guest's safety inside the room, but his grandmother had held his small body tightly in her arms. He had wanted to help, but had been powerless to do so.

Then, to his surprise, a violent crash suddenly shook the room. He took the chance to break free of his grandmother's grip and ran out.

He saw a huge hole smashed through the wall outside the room, and the soldier who had gone inside to do as he pleased had been reduced to two bloody pieces.

Someone had been killed—

The little boy had never seen such a brutal, bloody sight. He stood rooted to the spot in terror until the honored guest's voice finally stirred a reaction from him.

"Y-yes..."

The little boy answered instinctively.

Ding—

[Quest: Help the little boy save his grandpa.]

[Quest requirement: Intervene and rescue the little boy's grandpa safely from the rebel soldiers.]

[Quest reward: 200 experience points, item: ???]

[Accept?]

"Yes."

When the quest panel popped up, Gao Yunyi clicked accept without hesitation.

Things were different now.

The village head's family were no longer strangers he had met by chance; they were his customers.

Naturally, customers had to be treated differently.

"Pretty boy, I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"

Seeing that Gao Yunyi had not only ignored him but was also chattering away with a little brat, the Company Officer grew even angrier.

But he did not rush to attack. After all, his opponent was clearly not one of those docile, timid sheep.

Though he wore only the simple blue robes of a scholar, his face and his bearing made it clear he was no ordinary man.

That was not what the squad officer feared most, either.

His opponent had not only cut his subordinate Wang Er in two with a single stroke, but had also kicked a huge hole through a sturdy earthen-brick wall. That was a little hard to believe.

Even in the army, the mighty generals capable of doing that could be counted on one hand.

Such formidable strength would have made perfect sense in a burly, powerfully built general, but on a lean, fair-skinned scholar, it looked wrong no matter how one saw it.

It was too absurd, too outrageous, too bizarre.

The Company Officer had no choice but to first find out who he was and sound out the depths of his abilities.

Yet Gao Yunyi continued to turn a deaf ear to the Company Officer's shouted demands. Without a word, he simply raised a foot and walked toward them at an unhurried pace.

It was as though he paid no heed at all to these soldiers in armor and bearing sharp weapons.

That arrogant, contemptuous attitude stunned the Company Officer on the spot.

They were elite soldiers from the army!

Not some random cats and dogs passing themselves off as bandits and robbers.

No matter how skilled a man was in martial arts, facing more than a dozen elite soldiers in armor and bearing sharp weapons would only end like an egg smashing against a rock.

Could this pretty boy be one of those young heroes the storytellers spoke of, newly arrived in Jianghu?

Born into a famous Righteous Sect, he ventured into Jianghu alone after mastering his martial arts, championing justice and ridding the people of evil.

In the end, not only would his fame spread far and wide, but he would also win a beauty's heart, become the leader of the Wulin, and reach the pinnacle of life.

The Company Officer had always enjoyed listening to the teahouse storytellers tell such tales. He had envied and resented those heroes, yet longed to be like them.

So the more he watched Gao Yunyi's actions now, the more he seemed to fit the part.

When a childhood dream became reality, it should have been a happy thing.

But it was far less enjoyable to realize that he was not the hero of his fantasies, but a stepping stone on the hero's path to glory and righteousness.

"Pah—fuck! People like you are the ones I hate most!"

The Company Officer spat a thick glob of phlegm on the ground, the flames of jealousy in his heart shooting straight to the top of his head.

"Kill this pretty boy! You want to be a young hero championing justice? I'll cut your balls off first and have them with my wine."

At their boss's command, the two soldiers beside him immediately hefted their sabers and charged at Gao Yunyi.

When the enemies attacked, the one most anxious was not Gao Yunyi, but the village head, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move.

"Young master, run! Don't worry about me, don't worry about me!"

The village head shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of worry and urgency.

But this time, Gao Yunyi did not sweep his sleeve and send out a flash of white light, taking a life with each strand of Sword Qi.

He chose a different approach.

One that might not be graceful or handsome, and was even somewhat barbaric and vicious.

A sharp saber came chopping down at his head with tremendous force,

only to be caught effortlessly by a fair, slender hand.

"C-catching a blade... barehanded..."

The sight stunned everyone present.

"I've heard that the leader of Dingzhou City's Canglang Gang practices Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt, hardening his body until he has skin of bronze and bones of iron, impervious to blades and spears. Could this man be Sha Pingwei, the leader of the Canglang Gang?"

The Company Officer thought, his face full of shock.

Unlike the Company Officer, who had seen a few things, the soldier whose saber had been caught so effortlessly that he could not even pull it free was so frightened that his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

When had he ever seen anything so unbelievable? If the man before him had not cast a shadow, he would have thought he had seen a ghost.

The other soldier was also badly startled, but he was a well-trained fighter, after all, and still decisively swung his saber at Gao Yunyi.

A foot, however, moved faster than he did.

Before the soldier had any chance to react, a kick struck him in the abdomen and sent him flying backward like a sandbag.

Bang—

The saber's blade was snapped off by sheer force. A flash of cold light swept past, leaving a thin line of blood across the other soldier's throat.

It all happened in the blink of an eye. By the time everyone recovered from their shock,

of the two soldiers who had launched the attack,

one lay motionless on the ground, his chest caved in and blood flowing from all seven orifices, his whole body like a boneless heap of mud.

The other soldier clutched his neck with both hands, but blood still spurted and gushed wildly between them like a fountain.

At last, he fell to the ground with a thud and fell completely still.

Deathly silence filled the scene.

Two well-trained, battle-hardened elite soldiers, clad in armor and bearing sharp weapons, had been killed cleanly and efficiently before they could last even a single exchange.

Too fast.

Too simple.

Too effortless.

It was like casually crushing two ants.

Gao Yunyi looked at his hand, satisfaction showing in his eyes.

With his current character attributes, even without skills or weapons, his raw strength and physique alone were enough to let him swagger unchecked through this world.

This kind of close combat, with every punch landing on flesh and every cut drawing blood, was more exhilarating, more thrilling, and more satisfying.

If he had known, he would have chosen a melee sect like the Shura Sect or the Hegemon Sect.

Alas—

One false step brought regret for a thousand ages.

That said, what man could resist the temptation of a long sword, white robes, and a flask of fine wine, roaming Jianghu with a sword on his back and a song on his lips?

This savage, crude, and overbearing way of fighting was fine to use occasionally to unwind and vent his emotions.

The Shura Sect,

the Hegemon Sect,

not even a dog would play them.

See? After venting, much of the anger in Gao Yunyi's heart had already dissipated.

Gao Yunyi felt better,

but the Company Officer was completely numb.

He had served in the army for years and fought in countless battles. It was not as though he had never seen those so-called Martial Dao experts.

But he had never seen a Martial Dao expert so effortlessly kill two elite soldiers in an instant, all in one fluid sequence.

And the two had been fully armed, working together, and had struck first.

Even the army's mighty Hundred-Person Slayers probably could not do that.

"Is this fucking guy even human?"

The Company Officer knew he had kicked an iron plate tonight, but he could not show fear, much less run away.

"Attack! All of you, get him! He's only one man. No matter how strong he is, he's dead for sure if a dozen of us surround him!"