A Terrifying Woman

Outside Qingfeng Town, Ning Chuan ran wildly with his head down. Before long, he plunged into the forest and vanished from sight.

Second Boss caught up to the edge of the woods in a few leaps. A cold smile curled his lips as his simple saber flashed with several streaks of icy light, stabbing toward the back of a large tree.

"Fuck!"

Ning Chuan darted out from behind the tree, his iron staff whirling in a circle of shadow.

A chaotic barrage of clangs rang out. By the skin of his teeth, he blocked the saber light, while scraps of clothing flew everywhere and several new wounds opened across his body.

Good thing I cultivated Iron Shirt, or that would have gone straight through my heart.

This old bastard has practically become a demon. Sneak attacks won't work anymore!

Without bothering to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Ning Chuan turned and sprinted deeper into the forest.

No, without a lightness technique, I'm making too much noise. It's completely unsuitable for sneak attacks!

Ning Chuan cursed inwardly as he fled, while Second Boss behind him wore an equally ugly expression.

"I don't know what technique this brat cultivated, but his defense is astonishing. My saber feels as if it's striking steel. He looks drenched in blood, yet none of his injuries are fatal."

And so, using the trees for cover, Ning Chuan would occasionally turn back and launch a sneak attack.

But Second Boss was old and shrewd as a demon, and every attempt ended without success.

Second Boss trailed behind him, gritting his teeth, wishing he could skin Ning Chuan alive and pull out his tendons.

But the brat was slick as an eel, making his fury shoot straight to the crown of his head.

After dozens of exchanges, neither could do anything to the other.

Ning Chuan's backside had already been carved with eighty-one crisscrossing saber wounds, and he ran ahead with his blood-red ass swaying behind him.

Behind the two of them,

two figures followed from afar, ghostlike and silent, occasionally whispering a few remarks.

"That youth is so young, yet his martial arts are so formidable. He can actually trade blows with that Ninth Grade old warrior!" one of them said quietly.

"No. That youth's attacks have no form or pattern. He relies entirely on brute force in a fight. He doesn't know martial arts at all," the other said.

"He doesn't know martial arts? Huh, that really is true! What a fine seedling!"

"He is young. Perhaps he may be useful to my plans. I just don't know what his temperament is like. Let's watch a while longer."

As the two spoke, they strolled along as if taking a leisurely walk, as though they were watching a monkey show!

Second Boss pursued for a while longer, then his eyes shifted as a plan sprang to mind.

This brat is still green. I might as well sweet-talk him first!

"Cough, cough..."

He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound as kind as possible as he said warmly:

"Young friend, this old man sees that you are a talented man, and this old man cherishes talent. Why don't we bury the hatchet? I invite you to join my Three Tiger Mountain and take Third Boss's place.

You and I can become friends despite our age difference. This old man will lead you to rob money, seize grain, and play with women. Free and unfettered—wouldn't that be splendid?"

Ning Chuan came from another world and had read who knew how many novels. How could he possibly be fooled by such a petty trick?

Instead, Second Boss's words ignited the fury in his heart.

The suffocating humiliation of being treated like an ox and horse in his previous life!

The rage of being bullied by bandits in this life!

Along with the anger of being chased all day!

All of it surged into his heart at once.

His chest filled once more with an immense rage, as though it were about to explode.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and he ground his teeth.

"Don't even dream of it, you old bastard! I am a proud seven-foot man. How could I ever keep company with bandits like you!"

His eyes were bloodshot. He stopped, turned around, and stared at Second Boss, his gaze filled with savagery like a wounded beast!

He did not want to run anymore!

He could not wait any longer!

Today, he would kill this old bastard!

"Die!"

With an enraged roar, Ning Chuan stepped forward and smashed his iron staff down at Second Boss's head.

He had forgotten fear!

There was only one obsession in his heart!

He wanted to tear this old bastard into ten thousand pieces!

Seeing that Ning Chuan had taken the bait, Second Boss felt a flicker of delight, and disdain appeared on his face.

"Brat, I was only afraid you wouldn't stop and fight me!"

He flashed three feet to the front right. His simple saber brought up several points of cold light as it stabbed straight toward Ning Chuan's chest.

A series of metallic clangs rang out, and the saber tip drew several blossoms of blood across Ning Chuan's chest. Scraps of his clothes fluttered everywhere like butterflies.

Ning Chuan looked miserable, but in truth, only his skin had been cut!

Stimulated by the pain, Ning Chuan's ferocity erupted.

Ignoring the cold gleam stabbing toward him, he swept his iron staff horizontally at Second Boss's waist, producing a piercing howl through the air.

Second Boss pressed close, sticking to Ning Chuan's body. His long saber swept upward toward Ning Chuan's neck, rendering Ning Chuan's iron staff useless at once.

"Brat, die! I refuse to believe you cultivated your defense all the way up to your neck!" A triumphant, vicious grin appeared on Second Boss's face.

Now!

Ning Chuan suddenly abandoned his iron staff and threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around Second Boss and locking him tightly in place.

Second Boss's long saber missed its mark and also became useless.

"Die!"

Ning Chuan roared. He threw his head back, then drove a savage headbutt down at Second Boss's forehead.

Second Boss was horrified. He desperately threw his head back, trying with all his might to break free from Ning Chuan's embrace.

Yet Ning Chuan's large hands locked him down like steel. For the moment, he could not break free at all.

Bang!

Blood burst from Second Boss's forehead. Golden stars danced before his eyes, his head buzzed violently, and his entire body went limp with dizziness, losing all ability to struggle.

"Die!"

Ning Chuan roared, looking utterly crazed!

Bang! Bang! Bang! ...

Furious roars and dull impacts echoed through the forest!

Ning Chuan's face was covered in blood as he repeatedly smashed his head into Second Boss. His own skull buzzed from the impacts, but at this very moment, there was only one obsession in his heart,

that was, to bash Second Boss to death!

In the distance, the two figures stood quietly, seemingly lost in thought.

Who knew how long passed,

before Ning Chuan's rage gradually subsided.

His vision was blurry. Something seemed to be smeared across his eyes. Reaching up to wipe it away, he pulled down a sticky handful of blood mixed with bits of flesh from his head!

Looking again at Second Boss in his arms, Ning Chuan saw that his head had become a lump of mangled flesh. His body was limp and powerless, and he seemed to have stopped breathing long ago.

"Let go. He's already dead!"

A voice sounded from behind Ning Chuan.

"Who?"

Ning Chuan's scalp went numb, and every hair on his back stood on end!

He did not even have time to tell whether the voice behind him belonged to a man or woman. He instantly released Second Boss's corpse and rolled forward!

In the motion, he grabbed the long staff from the ground, then slowly rose to his feet and looked behind him warily.

His legs were bent, ready to spring away at any moment. The long staff in his hands was held in a defensive stance!

His heart pounded wildly, almost leaping into his throat in an instant!

Who was it? Someone actually got behind me!

No matter how strong my defense is, if this person had stabbed me in the asshole while I was dazed just now...

The consequences were too horrifying to imagine!

When Ning Chuan got a clear look,

it was a woman!

But she stood sideways toward him, so he could not see her face clearly!

He only saw that she was tall and slender, draped in a blood-red cloak. A pitch-black long saber hung at her waist, and her jade-like hand rested on the hilt as if it could leave its sheath at any moment.

A murderous aura rushed straight at him!

"Gulp..."

What a terrifying woman!

Ning Chuan glanced at the woman and felt as though a razor-sharp blade had been pressed against his neck. A chill surged up from his tailbone.

He swallowed with difficulty, his throat dry!

A powerful instinct rose in his heart: he could not win, absolutely could not win!

What should I do?!