A Physique So Bizarre, You've Never Seen It Before (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

"What do you mean?"

The Scarred Bandit's expression flickered slightly, then he sneered, "Are you saying you're going to save her?"

Hun Han smiled, "Yes, that's right. I am going to save her!"

"Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the Scarred Bandit burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He scoffed, "You're going to save her? Hahaha, that's hilarious."

Hun Han stared at the Scarred Bandit. After a moment, he asked indifferently, "What, you find it funny?"

The Scarred Bandit glanced at Hun Han, his expression shifting slightly. As a bandit, let alone children, even adults would tremble in fear upon seeing them. Yet, this child before him appeared remarkably calm. Subtly, the Scarred Bandit felt there was something unusual about this person. He suspected there might be ghosts in the forest!

Subconsciously, the Scarred Bandit scanned his surroundings and signaled to the two men beside him. They nodded slightly and disappeared into the bushes.

The Scarred Bandit sneered, "With just you?"

Hun Han glanced at the two men who had entered the forest and nodded, "That's right, just me. You don't need to send people into the forest to look, it's only me!"

A short while later, the two men who had entered the forest returned, shaking their heads at the Scarred Bandit.

At this, the Scarred Bandit re-examined Hun Han, then ordered, "Pockmarked, go, kill him!"

"Yes, boss!"

From behind the Scarred Bandit, a young man with a face full of pockmarks emerged.

The young man's fists were covered in calluses, clearly indicating he was a trained fighter. As he approached Hun Han, he sneered, "Kid, learn to be smarter next time. Don't believe those legends. Why do something like playing the hero to save the damsel! Don't worry, I'll give you a quick end!"

With that, the Pockmarked youth's fist began to glow with a yellow light.

Yellow-tier Intermediate Dou Skill: Fierce Tiger Fist

With a whistling sound, the Pockmarked youth's fist attacked Hun Han.

One hundred inches

Fifty inches

However, even when his fist was merely five inches away from Hun Han, Hun Han remained motionless, standing his ground.

"Is he scared stiff?"

"He's definitely scared stiff. After all, he's just a six-year-old child. When I was six, I was still playing with mud!"

"Hmph, at such a young age, why learn to play the hero to save the damsel? He's simply brainless. Now look, he might even lose his life here!"

Of course, these were the inner thoughts of the bandits. The situation in the field unfolded in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that Hun Han was about to be killed by the Pockmarked youth, the little girl beside him tensed, her delicate lips parting as she softly called out, "Elder Ling!"

As soon as the girl spoke, the Pockmarked youth's fist landed squarely on Hun Han's chest. The powerful impact sent Hun Han flying, crashing heavily onto a large rock by the roadside.

With a crack, the five-ton boulder shattered into several pieces. However, the child in the water-blue attire was completely unharmed.

"Ugh!"

Even the little girl in the purple dress looked at the boy in astonishment.

Hun Han sneered, "Just a mere Dou Master, truly disappointing!"

His piercing words rang in the Pockmarked youth's ears. This time, the Pockmarked youth couldn't stand it. He roared, "Damn it, you brat, how dare you mock me!"

Yellow-tier Intermediate Dou Skill: Fierce Tiger Fist

He threw another punch, and Hun Han was once again knocked back by the Pockmarked youth. However, this time, Hun Han only retreated five meters.

Hun Han flicked his hand as if to brush dust off his shoulder, though there was nothing there. He mocked, "Not so impressive!"

"Damn it, I don't believe that with my one-star Dou Master cultivation, I can't kill you, you brat!" Faced with the mockery, the Pockmarked youth became enraged.

Yellow-tier Intermediate Dou Skill: Fierce Tiger Fist

Another punch, and Hun Han again met it head-on without dodging. However, this time, Hun Han only retreated 4.9 meters.

"This kid is strange. How come he seems unkillable?" the Scarred Bandit said grimly, watching Hun Han.

As the Scarred Bandit's subordinate, he knew the power of Pockmarked's punch, which was enough to kill an ordinary pig. Yet, the child in the water-blue attire before him had endured several of Pockmarked's punches without dying.

Hoo, how terrifying was this!

Yellow-tier Intermediate Dou Skill: Fierce Tiger Fist

Yellow-tier Intermediate Dou Skill: Fierce Tiger Fist

Yellow-tier Intermediate Dou Skill: Fierce Tiger Fist

Subsequently, Pockmarked, refusing to believe it, unleashed several more punches in quick succession. The terrifying fists landed on Hun Han, causing him to slide backward continuously. However, as the number of punches increased, the distance Hun Han retreated with each blow clearly shortened. At one point, Hun Han only retreated one meter.

Huff... huff... huff...

Pockmarked panted heavily, looking at Hun Han with an astonished gaze, as if he were looking at a monster. Hun Han, the one being hit, seemed unfazed, while he, the one doing the hitting, was panting like a bellows.

"Heh heh, come on again!" Hun Han said triumphantly, looking at his opponent.

Ever since his battle with the Harmonious Ape in the cave, and his fight with that mysterious assassin from the Hun Clan, Hun Han had discovered with surprise that his physical body was incredibly resilient. Moreover, after each beating, his body would subtly grow stronger.

This, he surmised, must be the marvel of the Primordial Sacred Body!

"Can't waste any more time. Kill them. What bad luck, it's ruined my mood. Kill this little girl too!" the scarred man ordered.

"Yes, Big Brother!"

Upon hearing this, a bandit holding a Silver Sword walked step by step towards the little girl in the purple dress, muttering, "What a shame, little girls like you aren't common. But, since it's Big Brother's order, don't blame me for your death!"

With that, the sword in the bandit's hand stabbed towards the little girl.

Black Tier Intermediate Movement Technique · Netherworld Ghost Shadow

When the Silver Sword in the bandit's hand was only one meter away from the little girl in the purple dress; when the little girl in the purple dress and someone in the darkness were about to make a move. A black shadow flashed in front of the little girl in the purple dress.

The silver sword plunged directly into the black shadow's shoulder. Blood gushed out, dripping onto the ground from the Silver Sword.

"You..."

The little girl behind the black shadow, her light blue eyes wide open, looked at the little boy in front of her in disbelief, too surprised to speak. He had blocked the sword with his own body, actually taking the blow for her.

The little girl couldn't help but question, thinking to herself: Did he see through her identity and deliberately approach her?

But that didn't make sense. She and this little boy were strangers, and besides, this was the northwestern region of the Dou Qi Continent. There was no way he could know her.

Thinking this, the little girl's heart couldn't help but be deeply touched.