Black Second Boss: One Punch Repels

After boasting about himself and cultivating his confidence in strategizing, Strategist Cao turned around and said to everyone:

"Esteemed Bosses, we will ambush here with plenty of large stones. When Ning Chuan passes below, we will first smash him with the stones to deplete his strength. Then, upon my command, we will charge forward and kill him! Once this is accomplished, I will report to the County Magistrate and request merits for all of you!"

"Hahahaha... Strategist Cao, why go to such trouble for a mere brat? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the martial world?"

A tall, powerfully built man, resembling a black bear, slowly walked out. This was Hei Meng, the leader from Black Wind Stronghold, the Second Boss.

Hei Meng first bowed to the foolish Strategist Cao. Seeing everyone's eyes on him, he spoke with arrogance, "Strategist Cao, please. Ning Chuan is just a young brat. If you order it, I'll immediately capture him and make him your chamber pot!"

Strategist Cao was stunned. The words sounded familiar.

A flash of inspiration struck him. Wasn't Long Da from Second Dragon Mountain the one who said that to him before?

He hurriedly said, "Second Boss, please calm yourself. Ning Chuan is powerful and by no means an ordinary person. We absolutely cannot take him lightly!"

Upon hearing the foolish Strategist Cao's words, Hei Meng's face immediately showed displeasure. He snorted heavily through his nose and said, "Are you looking down on me, Strategist? Since I advanced to Great Martial Master of the Seventh Rank, I have never been defeated! If I cannot bring Ning Chuan's head to you today, I will take my own head and kowtow to you in apology!" Hei Meng's face was full of arrogance.

Seeing Hei Meng's resolute expression, the Strategist sighed inwardly. This Hei Meng is probably finished. When I stopped Long Da from killing Ning Chuan, he said the same thing!

He looked at the others. They all nodded in unison, their faces filled with arrogance, as if it were only natural.

These common bandits are all the same. They think they're the best in the world and always say, 'Are you looking down on me?'

He thought of Long Da's fate and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

Strategist Cao pondered. Meanwhile, Hei Meng was growing impatient. He shouted heavily in his rough voice, "Strategist!" The meaning and expression were self-evident.

"Fine, fine. If you want to go, then go. Be extremely careful!" Strategist Cao said helplessly.

Hei Meng was overjoyed. He cupped his fists towards Strategist Cao. "Haha... I thank you, Strategist Cao. Watch me go and come back quickly!" Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into an afterimage and he dashed down the mountain.

The others immediately regretted their inaction, hating that they hadn't stepped forward first to seize the opportunity, allowing this Hei Meng to take the lead.

Black Wind Stronghold's influence was already powerful, and their actions were always arrogant and overbearing. If they gained credit for this deed and received even greater support from the County Magistrate, wouldn't they become even more arrogant and domineering in the future?

Down the mountain, the merchant caravan was busily setting up camp.

Ning Chuan stood on top of the carriage, observing Eagle's Cry Gorge intently.

Suddenly, a figure shot out from the mountainside, stepping on treetops as he sped down the mountain with incredible speed.

A master. He should be at the peak of the Seventh Rank. A good opportunity to test my strength!

Although Ning Chuan hadn't cultivated combat-type martial skills, his terrifying Constitution, defense, strength, and reaction time allowed him to defeat masters with random punches.

Ning Chuan casually grabbed a handful of iron lumps from the carriage, put them in his pocket, and sprang off the carriage, heading towards the foot of the mountain.

Dozens of breaths later, the two met at the foot of the mountain and stopped, sizing each other up.

"Gaga, kid, you're Ning Chuan?" Hei Meng exuded a fierce and overbearing aura, rubbing his fists as he grinned sinisterly at Ning Chuan.

"That's right, you big bear. Who are you?" Ning Chuan said calmly.

Hearing Ning Chuan call him a big bear, Hei Meng immediately fell into a berserk state. His eyes turned blood red, and his body seemed to swell by a third.

"Kid, you're seeking death! I am Hei Meng, the Second Boss of Black Wind Stronghold. I've been ordered by the foolish Strategist to come and take your head to be his chamber pot. Die!"

Hei Meng cackled sinisterly, transforming into a black bear as he lunged at Ning Chuan with his bare fists.

"Eat my Black Bear Fist!"

Hei Meng's fist, as large as a sand pot, smashed down towards Ning Chuan. Black light coiled around his fist, emitting a terrifying, violent aura. This was his pride, the Black Bear True Qi.

"Haha, you old bear, eat my Taming Bear Fist!"

Ning Chuan raised his fist and swung it straight out, colliding squarely with Hei Meng's Black Bear Fist.

With a "bang," their fists met, and both were forced back several steps.

Hei Meng's body trembled violently, blood surged in his chest, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The black light on his fist dissipated instantly, and the flesh on his hand burst open, revealing white bone. His entire arm had become twisted.

My god, what kind of freak is this! Hei Meng was terrified. The piercing pain made him tremble, and cold sweat instantly soaked his clothes.

His punch felt like hitting steel, while Ning Chuan's seemingly casual punch felt like it carried a mountain, possessing an unshakeable power.

Hei Meng cultivated a body-refining technique, and with his Black Bear Fist, he was famous among the bandits of Qingshan County. He himself was known as the "Bear Freak." He never expected to encounter someone even more monstrous than himself.

But with this punch, Ning Chuan had only used twenty percent of his strength!

"Big black bear, you have good strength, but you're a bit clumsy!" Ning Chuan flexed his fist, seemingly very satisfied with the punch.

Although Hei Meng was tall and strong, looking like a big clumsy bear, his reaction was not slow. Hearing Ning Chuan's taunt, Hei Meng didn't dare to reply. Instead, he used the momentum of his retreat to push off the ground with his legs, creating a distance of several feet between himself and Ning Chuan.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he used all his might to run uphill, his speed even faster than when he came down.

Was face more important, or was his life more important? Hei Meng knew which was which.

As expected of a big clumsy bear, not very smart!

A smile appeared on Ning Chuan's lips as he pursued Hei Meng. He could use this opportunity to follow Hei Meng and find Strategist Cao.

At this moment, Strategist Cao and his group were observing from the mountain. They saw Hei Meng disappear down the mountain, and then a figure from the camp actively approached. As soon as the two figures met, Hei Meng was seen racing back up the mountain, even faster than when he went down.

The others were blocked by the trees and didn't see Ning Chuan and Hei Meng meet.

The Strategist, however, felt a great alarm surge within him. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead. "This is bad. Hei Meng is no match for Ning Chuan. If Ning Chuan catches up, these men might not be a match for him either. What should we do?"

His eyes darted around, all eight hundred of his cunning thoughts working at once, and he instantly came up with a plan.

Snap. The Strategist closed his folding fan in one hand and pointed down the mountain.

"Esteemed leaders, the person down the mountain is Ning Chuan.

If not now, then when!

Whoever captures Ning Chuan gets a reward of a thousand taels!"