Revenge Underway I

Both sides stared with their mouths hanging open as Yamana Hidehichi slowly slid down the trunk and collapsed onto the ground.

Pan Yun silently lowered her foot and explained to Xue Shao, whose mouth was slightly agape, "If I said I got distracted and made a mistake, would you believe me?"

Xue Shao closed his mouth and nodded. "I believe you."

What good was Xue Shao's belief? That depended on whether the others believed her—especially whether the people opposite them believed her.

Sigh, they had agreed this was a contest. Pan Yun was too embarrassed to call it a mistake, or wouldn't that be even more humiliating for them?

So she could only stand there without a word, then signal Wang Cong with her eyes, telling him to go soothe them.

But just as Wang Cong lifted his right foot, Miao Zhen, standing beside the tree, had already given a derisive snort. Looking down at Yamana Hidehichi on the ground, she said, "It seems the warriors of your country are nothing special. You defeated so many people, yet you couldn't even block a single kick from my Junior Martial Uncle."

Miao He laughed along with Miao Zhen, looking utterly foolish.

Wang Cong silently put his right foot back down.

Pan Yun turned her head away too. Forget it. Let it be.

When they reached their destination, the two sides were clearly divided, and the atmosphere had become rather strange.

This was a village of several dozen households. Apparently, it was considered quite a large village.

The heroes from the Ming Dynasty could not understand it. How could a village of thirty or forty households, with three or four hundred people, be considered large?

Still, since they said it was large, then it was large.

Their task was to charge in,