I Really Like This Kind of Person

For the next few days, they encountered four more waves of bandits.

Each time, Elder Bai stepped forward proactively and skillfully paid the "toll."

Thirty taels, fifty taels, one hundred taels.

The price varied, but the outcome was the same: money spent to avert disaster.

Everything proceeded smoothly enough.

At this rate, they would be out of the sand sea in two more days at most.

Noon the next day.

The sun blazed overhead, the air shimmering with heat.

Dust clouds rose in the distance once again.

"Here they come again," Bai Fengling said with a hint of weariness.

Elder Bai also wore a look of weary familiarity, reaching for his money pouch.

But as the approaching group drew nearer, Elder Bai's expression changed.

There were about thirty to forty riders in this group.

However, they were vastly different from the disorganized rabble they had encountered before.

Their steeds were uniformly tall and robust, clad in matching black leather armor, which was even etched with the totems of unknown ferocious beasts.

Each individual exuded an aura of fierce capability.

These weren't bandits; they were clearly a well-trained military unit.

"Bandits are this impressive even in this lawless zone?" Bai Fengling clicked his tongue in surprise.

Elder Bai's face was grim, but he steeled himself and stepped forward, pulling out a silver note worth one hundred taels.

"Esteemed sirs, we are..."

The leader was a lean man. He didn't even glance at the silver note.

His attention was entirely fixed on Bai Fengling.

"I don't want your money."

The lean man spoke, pointing at Bai Fengling.

"Let him have some fun with me for an hour, and your toll will be waived."

As soon as he finished speaking, the "bandits" behind him erupted in laughter.

Elder Bai's face turned the color of liver.

"You jest, sir. Young Master Bai is a man. We are willing to pay triple the toll, three hundred taels! Please grant us passage."

"Old man, can't you understand plain talk?"

The lean man kicked Elder Bai in the chest, sending him sprawling onto the ground.

"I said, I'm not short on money, I want the person!"

"Even if he's a man, he's fair-skinned and tender. That's what I like!"

"Brothers, tell him where I used to run things."

The surrounding bandits' jeers grew louder.

"Hahaha, the captain used to be the top dog in Chuandu!"

Chuandu was known for its appreciation of handsome men.

Bai Fengling's face went pale in an instant.

His body trembled, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

Shen Che had remained silent the entire time.

He simply watched the lean man, who was addressed as "Captain Fu Wei."

Then, he raised his hand.

Without any extraneous movement, he swung his palm through the air towards Fu Wei, who was more than ten meters away.

A crisp explosive sound rang out.

It was louder than any of the bandits' laughter had been.

Fu Wei, who had been roaring with laughter, felt as if his head had been struck by an invisible battering ram.

The flesh and bone on his face caved inward, exploding outwards.

Red and white splattered onto the bandits beside him.

The headless corpse swayed on its horse before tumbling onto the scorching sand with a thud.

It didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The bandit group, which had been a cacophony of noise a moment before, was now deathly silent.

Everyone froze in place, the smiles on their faces solidifying into comical expressions.

A few seconds later.

"Cap... Captain!"

"Captain Fu Wei is dead!"

"He killed Captain Fu Wei!"

All the horse bandits woke up.

Anger replaced their stunned silence.

"Avenge the captain!"

"Kill him!"

"Charge! Crush him!"

The remaining thirty to forty elite horse bandits' eyes blazed with ferocity. They were no longer mere robbers, but a pack of enraged, starving wolves.

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Rumble!

Hoofbeats pounded the ground again, this time carrying a killing intent of no surrender, charging from all directions towards the three people in the center.

Dust filled the air.

Elder Bai struggled to get up from the ground, his old face ashen.

Bai Fengling trembled all over, terrified. He had never seen such a scene before.

Shen Che stood in place, unmoving.

Without waiting for the horse bandits to get close.

He gently squeezed the horse's belly with both legs. The horse beneath him neighed and reared up.

Using this momentum, Shen Che shot up into the sky like a cannonball, drawing a black arc through the air as he actively met the horse bandits charging at the forefront.

He was like a hunting eagle.

The leading horse bandit felt the sky darken above him, a dark shadow descending from above.

He didn't even have time to react.

Shen Che's right leg, imbued with immense power, descended like a colossal mountain-splitting axe.

Crack!

A bone-chilling sound of cracking bone.

The horse bandit, along with his tall warhorse, was smashed headfirst into the sand by this kick.

The warhorse's spine broke on the spot, and the horse bandit's head was directly stomped into his chest cavity.

A bloody, mangled mess.

This gruesome scene caused the horse bandits' charge to momentarily falter.

It was in this gap.

Shen Che landed, his toes tapping the sand, and instead of retreating, he charged forward into the horse bandit ranks.

A spear, like a viper emerging from its hole, thrust towards his heart.

Shen Che didn't even look. His left hand shot out, grabbing the spear shaft.

The horse bandit felt as if his spear had struck a piece of ten-thousand-year-old profound iron, unable to advance any further.

He tried to pull the spear back, only to find the shaft clamped tightly in an iron grip.

Shen Che's arm muscles bulged.

"Lift!"

A low shout.

With a single arm, he exerted force, actually lifting the horse bandit, man and horse, straight off the ground.

A person weighing over a hundred pounds, plus a warhorse weighing nearly a thousand, seemed weightless in his hands.

Whoosh--

Shen Che swung this "weapon" like a meteor hammer, hurling it fiercely.

"Ah!"

The flung horse bandit let out a terrified scream.

He and his horse crashed heavily into the horse bandits on the side, instantly knocking over three or four companions, horses and riders tumbling, causing chaos.

Shen Che casually dropped the now bent and deformed spear.

He reached back and snatched a new spear from the hand of a dazed horse bandit.

Pulling his arm back, he engaged his core.

The long spear transformed into a black lightning bolt and flew from his hand.

The shrill whistling sound of air being torn apart made everyone's scalp tingle.

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

A series of sounds of flesh and blood being pierced echoed.

The spear, like a skewer of candied hawthorns, pierced through the bodies of four horse bandits in succession. Its momentum unabated, it finally embedded itself firmly into a sand dune dozens of meters away with a "thud."

The four bodies, impaled on the spear shaft, twitched slightly.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence once more.

The remaining horse bandits were utterly stunned.

Was this the strength a human could possess?

"Devil! He's a devil!"

Someone shouted.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the rage for revenge.

One horse bandit turned his horse around, whipped its hindquarters fiercely, and fled into the distance like a madman.

With someone leading the way, the remaining horse bandits instantly collapsed and scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions.

How could Shen Che let them escape?

The crimson-gold True Qi within his body surged wildly.

He raised his hand, fingers together like a sword.

Streams of True Qi, condensed to the point of being tangible, shot out from his fingertips, transforming into invisible arrows.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whether the fleeing horse bandits had run dozens of meters or hundreds of meters.

A bloom of blood would erupt from their backs or the backs of their heads.

Then, they and their horses would tumble headfirst onto the sand.