A Terrifying Woman

Outside Qingfeng Town, Ning Chuan ran with his head down, quickly disappearing into the mountain forest.

The Second Boss leaped several times to catch up to the edge of the forest. A cold smile played on his lips as his saber flashed with several cold lights, stabbing towards the back of a large tree.

"Damn it!"

Ning Chuan flashed out from behind the large tree, his iron staff twirling in a circle.

A clanging sound erupted as he narrowly deflected the saber's energy. Fragments of his clothes flew everywhere, and several new wounds were added to his body.

Thankfully I cultivated the Iron Shirt technique, or I would have been run through.

This old geezer has become cunning. Sneak attacks won't work anymore!

Ning Chuan didn't have time to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead as he turned and fled deeper into the forest.

No good, without a movement technique, the commotion I make is too loud. It's completely unsuitable for sneak attacks!

Ning Chuan grumbled inwardly as he ran, while the Second Boss behind him also had a grim expression.

This kid, I don't know what cultivation technique he's using. His defense is so formidable. My saber strikes him as if hitting steel. He looks covered in blood, but there are no fatal injuries.

Thus, Ning Chuan used the trees for cover, occasionally turning back to launch a sneak attack.

However, the Second Boss, being old and cunning, always thwarted his attempts.

The Second Boss trailed behind, gritting his teeth, wishing he could skin and dismember Ning Chuan.

Yet, the kid was too slippery, making his anger boil.

After dozens of exchanges, neither could gain the upper hand.

Ning Chuan's backside was already covered in eighty-one crisscrossing saber wounds, and he fled with a bloody rear.

Behind the two, two figures followed from afar, like ghosts, silent and soundless, occasionally exchanging low comments.

"This young man is so young, yet his martial arts are so formidable. He can actually trade blows with that Ninth Grade Warrior old man!" one of them whispered.

"No, this young man's attacks are undisciplined. He fights purely with brute force and doesn't know any martial arts," the other replied.

"Doesn't know martial arts? Huh, that's true! What a talent!"

"This person is young and might be useful for my plan. I just don't know about his temperament. Let's watch for now?"

As the two spoke, they walked leisurely, as if watching a monkey show!

The Second Boss chased for a while longer, then his eyes rolled, and a plan formed in his mind.

"This kid is still green. Why not try to trick him first!"

"Ahem..."

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound as kind as possible, and said gently:

"Young friend, I see you as a talent, and I am a person who cherishes talent. Why don't you and I make peace? I invite you to join Three Tiger Mountain. You can take the Third Boss's position.

We can be sworn brothers. I'll take you to rob for money, seize food, and enjoy women. Living freely, wouldn't that be wonderful!"

Ning Chuan, who came from another world and had read countless novels, couldn't be fooled by such a petty trick.

Instead, hearing the Second Boss's words ignited his anger.

The frustration of being a beast of burden in his previous life!

The rage of being bullied by bandits in this life!

Coupled with the anger from being chased all day!

All surged forth.

His chest filled with immense rage, as if about to explode.

His eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth.

"You old scoundrel, you wish! I, a dignified man of seven feet, would never associate with scum like you!"

His eyes turned red, and he stopped running, turning to face the Second Boss, his eyes filled with savagery, like a wounded beast!

He didn't want to run anymore!

He couldn't wait any longer!

Today, he would kill this old man!

"Die!"

Ning Chuan roared, stepping forward, his iron staff smashing down towards the Second Boss's head.

He had forgotten his fear!

His heart held only one obsession!

To tear this old scoundrel to pieces!

Seeing Ning Chuan fall for his trap, the Second Boss felt a slight joy, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

"Kid, I was afraid you wouldn't stop to fight me!"

He flashed three feet to the front right, his plain saber stirring up several points of cold light as it lunged straight for Ning Chuan's chest.

A series of clangs echoed as metal met metal. The tip of the saber drew several blood flowers from Ning Chuan's chest, and fragments of his clothes fluttered away like butterflies.

Though Ning Chuan appeared to be in a dire state, in reality, only his skin had been broken!

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

Ignoring the cold glint of the saber aimed at him by the Second Boss, he swept his iron staff horizontally across his waist, producing a sharp whistling sound.

The Second Boss lunged forward, closing the distance to Ning Chuan. He dragged his long saber upwards across Ning Chuan's neck, rendering Ning Chuan's iron staff useless.

"Kid, die! I don't believe you can train your defense all the way up to your neck!" The Second Boss wore a triumphant, sinister grin.

"Now!"

Ning Chuan suddenly abandoned his iron staff and lunged forward, embracing the Second Boss and holding him in a tight grip.

The Second Boss's long saber missed its mark, and he too lost the advantage of his weapon.

"Die!"

Ning Chuan roared, throwing his head back and smashing it fiercely into the Second Boss's forehead.

The Second Boss was terrified and desperately threw his head back, trying to break free from Ning Chuan's embrace.

However, Ning Chuan's large hands locked onto him like steel, and he couldn't break free for the moment.

Bang!

Blood splattered from the Second Boss's forehead, stars danced before his eyes, and his head buzzed. He was in a daze, losing the ability to struggle.

"Die!"

Ning Chuan roared, looking like a madman!

Bang! Bang! Bang!...

Angry roars and dull thuds echoed through the forest!

Ning Chuan, his head covered in blood, relentlessly smashed the Second Boss with his head. His own head buzzed from the impact, but at this moment, one thought consumed him:

He would headbutt the Second Boss to death!

In the distance, two figures stood silently, lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Chuan's anger gradually subsided.

He felt his vision blur, his eyes smeared with something sticky. Reaching up, he wiped a handful of gooey substance from his head – it was blood mixed with shredded flesh!

Looking at the Second Boss in his arms, his head was a mess of crushed meat, his body limp and lifeless, seemingly having been dead for a long time.

"Let go, he's already dead!"

A voice sounded from behind Ning Chuan.

"Who?"

Ning Chuan's scalp tingled, and the hairs on his back stood on end!

He didn't even have time to discern if the voice was male or female. He instantly released the Second Boss's corpse and rolled forward!

He instinctively grabbed the long staff on the ground before slowly standing up, warily looking behind him.

His legs were bent, ready to spring away at any moment, and he held the long staff in a defensive stance!

His heart pounded violently, almost leaping into his throat!

Who was it? How did they sneak up behind him!

Even with his strong defense, if this person had taken advantage of his dazed state just now and stabbed him in the backside...

The consequences were unimaginable!

When Ning Chuan finally saw clearly, It was a woman!

But she was facing away from him, so he couldn't see her face!

She was tall and slender, wearing a blood-red cloak, with a jet-black long saber at her waist. Her jade-like hand rested on the hilt, as if ready to draw the blade at any moment.

A chilling aura washed over him!

"Gulp..."

"What a terrifying woman!"

Ning Chuan glanced at the woman and felt as if a sharp knife was at his throat, a cold shiver running up his spine.

He swallowed with difficulty, his throat dry!

A strong intuition arose within him: he couldn't win, absolutely couldn't win!

What should he do!!!