Selling Your Soul to a Demon Isn't Tragic. What's Truly Tragic Is Not Getting a Fair Price

"Ah!"

As Yun Chuan dealt with those men, a hoarse scream came from the city gate.

Yahiko instinctively looked up, his dazed eyes suddenly trembling.

It was the frail girl who had tried to sell herself.

She was likely already dizzy from hunger, seeing everyone in double vision.

But even though she could no longer stand, she still crawled forward with all her strength, gripping the man's ankle tightly, her voice hoarse: "Give it back!"

"Let go!"

The man had one foot caught, his arms clutching two loaves of bread.

So he lifted his other foot, kicking and stomping at the girl wildly, shouting: "Get lost, you brat!!"

The girl bit her lip until it bled, but she raised her head and glared at him, her small face twisted with ferocity.

"Damn it!"

The man felt a chill from her gaze and instinctively glanced at the distant Samurai Headman.

Seeing his indifferent, cold expression, the hesitation in his heart gave way to malice.

"Get lost!" A terrifying coldness spread across his face. Instead of kicking her arms and back, he raised his foot, ready to crush her head like an ant.

Just as the Samurai Headman frowned and placed his hand on his sword hilt—

"Don't bully my sister!"

The little boy trembling in fear behind her, seeing this, lunged forward and bit down hard on the man's standing leg.

"Ah!!" The man screamed in pain, lost his balance, and fell backward, his head spinning from the impact.

"Hahahaha!"

Watching this almost comical scene, the crowd around them burst into harsh, grating laughter.

Even the coldly observing Rain Shinobi couldn't help but smile, his expression like someone enjoying an amusing monkey show.

Beside him, the Samurai Headman quietly withdrew his hand from the sword hilt.

He hadn't been moved by pity to save the girl—he simply didn't want the Lord Daimyo to lose a potential maid.

For a samurai like him, honor was above all.

Defending the interests of the nobility was the samurai's honor.

But the next moment, the Samurai Headman's brow tightened beneath his mask.

Because the frail girl didn't take the chance to grab the bread. Instead, before the man could react, she crawled onto his body.

Then, amid the harsh, mocking laughter, she bit down on his mud-caked throat.

"Ah!!"

The man let out a sharp, piercing scream from his throat. This time, he felt real fear, thrashing and shouting wildly, trying to push her off.

The crowd, still laughing, suddenly fell silent like ducks with their necks wrung, staring in shock as the scene twisted into something unexpected.

"Hahh!"

The girl clung to the man, refusing to let go, biting relentlessly, drawing out even more bloodcurdling screams like a pig being slaughtered.

She tore through his windpipe, through his artery.

The wound on his neck grew more horrifying, his body weaker and weaker.

Blood pooled on the ground in a wide puddle, and the man's struggles grew smaller and smaller.

Finally, he stopped moving altogether, his bloodshot eyes wide open, as if unable to believe a girl had bitten him to death.

"Pah!"

The girl lifted her head, her face covered in blood, and spat out a mouthful with disgust.

Then, clutching the five loaves of bread to her chest, she looked at the stunned crowd, the ferocity in her eyes not yet faded, but a manic grin spreading across her face: "Hahaha!"

This terrifying, savage appearance—where was the trace of a little girl? She was more like... a wild dog.

"Enough!"

The Samurai Headman suddenly barked, his gaze icy as he stared at the girl. "The farce ends here. Now, come with me."

He had already made his decision.

This dangerous brat needed to be properly disciplined.

Whether the Lord Daimyo kept her as a maid or discarded her after a few days as a plaything—that would be for the Lord Daimyo to decide.

As if reading the Samurai Headman's thoughts, the manic grin on the girl's face slowly faded, replaced by the same numb expression as before.

She stuffed the five blood-soaked loaves into her little brother's arms, then tore off a piece and forced it into his mouth, cutting off whatever he was about to say, whispering with a faint smile: "This is the last thing I can do for you!"

With that, she turned and walked toward the Samurai Headman.

But just as she was about to take a step, a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"To sell one's soul to a demon is not pitiful. What is truly pitiful is failing to sell it at a fair price."

Suddenly, the Samurai Headman heard the wind rushing toward him. In his peripheral vision, a broken short sword appeared!

Decades of swordsmanship training allowed him to make an almost instinctive judgment in an instant.

This ghostly short blade had originally been aimed at his left neck, but he twisted his hand, rolled sideways, and forcibly drew his own sword to parry.

Clang!!

Sparks flew brilliantly between the blades, accompanied by the sharp, piercing sound of metal.

A diagonal slash as heavy as Mount Tai made the Samurai Headman's expression shift. He dropped awkwardly to one knee, barely managing to disperse the residual force.

Only then did the Samurai Headman get a clear look at the one who had "ambushed" him.

A brat so young it was almost excessive, his face still carrying a gentle smile.

"You damned little brat..." That smile irritated the Samurai Headman.

"Ah." Before he could finish, Yun Chuan smiled and interrupted, "It's about to break."

Crack, crack, crack! Snap!

As the words fell, the already battered short sword let out a mournful groan. The blade shattered into countless fragments, scattering through the air.

"Perfect chance!"

Seeing this, a chill flashed in the Samurai Headman's eyes. His long blade didn't pause, immediately swinging toward Yun Chuan's head.

At the same time, the other samurai reacted, drawing their blades in an instant and slashing at Yun Chuan's head.

Several long swords cut through the air, producing sharp whistles!

Shwoosh!!

Stone chips burst from the ground as he exploded from a standstill.

Seven Nights Assassination Art: Flash Step - One Deer!

Yun Chuan's figure vanished before their eyes in an instant.

The samurai's gazes remained fixed on the empty space, their swinging blades aimed at where Yun Chuan had stood.

Only the Samurai Headman, who had swung his blade upward, saw the figure in the air—and the fragments of the short sword he had shattered, now scattering around him...

The next moment, Yun Chuan's hands whipped out like lashes.

Two of the blade fragments vanished, accompanied by a sharp, explosive crack!

"Aaah!!"

The Samurai Headman threw his head back, letting out an utterly miserable scream. Red-and-white blood splattered from the vision slits of his helmet!

The samurai beside him had no time to be stunned. In his pupils reflected the fist swinging toward him, and only one thought remained in his mind:

A fist so weak, so pale and tender—did it think it could hurt him, clad in armor?

Impossible. This guy... is he insane?

The moment the thought formed.

Yun Chuan's fist slammed into the samurai's faceplate.

Crack!!

A strange sound rang out. The samurai's vision went black.

His neck twisted at a shocking ninety-degree angle, his head snapping backward to hit his own back!

"Tch. I guess armor that can block some ninjutsu is worth something, huh?"

Yun Chuan glanced at the two-to-three-centimeter wound on the back of his hand, already healing, clicked his tongue, and muttered softly, "If I don't advance, these tin cans are a real pain."

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[Name: Bullseye [Chief Assassin] -- Bullseye [Adamantium]]

[World: Marvel Universe]

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② Assassin Mastery -- Perfect hand-eye coordination and athletic talent. Can quickly learn weapon usage. Knows every weak point on the human body. Can silently kill an enemy in an instant.

③ Adamantium Skeleton -- Most bones are fused with adamantium. Spine, skull, and knuckles become indestructible. Possesses a certain degree of physical recovery ability.]

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