Hero Saves the Beauty?

The two sides grappled together, and the old shopkeeper, caught off guard, was struck in the head by a wine jar that came flying out of nowhere.

"Crack!"

As the wine jar shattered across the floor, the old shopkeeper collapsed stiffly to the ground, unconscious.

Chen Han's heart sank, and he hurried over to check the situation, only letting out a heavy sigh of relief after a moment of examination.

"Thank goodness, he's just unconscious."

The situation on the floor began to turn one-sided; the helpers brought by the woman were clearly weaker, and one by one, they were beaten until they slumped to the ground, wailing in agony.

"Damn it! That's a hell of a heavy hand!"

A man wiped the blood from the corner of his eye, baring his teeth in a vicious, terrifying grin at the woman.

But the next moment, when he caught sight of her, he froze.

It was only then that Chen Han took a serious look at the woman: she wore a clean, cyan cotton dress with a cinched waist, possessed an oval-shaped face, wore light makeup, and had a tear mole at the corner of her eye. She was moving and beautiful, like a celestial being.

Such a rare beauty made the men's eyes go straight, seemingly glowing with a green, predatory light.

The woman in the cyan dress had never encountered such a situation before, and she was filled with immense regret, wishing she hadn't acted so rashly.

Facing their malicious gazes, she was so terrified she forgot how to breathe; her small face turned deathly pale, and her legs trembled.

"Do you know who I am? If you dare to touch me, you will definitely regret it!"

The woman forced herself to stay calm and issued a warning.

"Regret? Hahaha, beautiful lady, the world is falling into chaos anyway; do you think we brothers are afraid of that?"

He waved his hand, his tone lewd. "Tie this beauty up for me! The brothers are going to have a feast today!"

Seeing that her warning failed, the woman felt a wave of despair; her eyes welled with tears, as if she were about to cry.

From childhood to adulthood, she had only ever associated with refined young masters or obedient servants; where had she ever seen such vicious thugs?

At this moment, the diners in the tavern had long since fled, fearing they would be implicated. These men were clearly desperate criminals who had come to rob, and the diners were too busy running for their lives to even dare cast a second glance.

The martial artist hired to guard the tavern happened to be away today, and these thugs must have known this before committing such atrocities.

She looked left and right, finding no one, and finally cast a pleading gaze toward Chen Han, who stood beside the old shopkeeper.

Chen Han was stunned; he had no intention of getting involved in this.

Perform a heroic rescue?

Ridiculous.

What did this woman's life or death have to do with him? Although these thugs weren't martial artists, he couldn't guarantee he could make them disappear forever, so he could only avoid meddling. He had family, he had weaknesses, and he dared not invite trouble upon himself.

Call him a coward, call him a loser—in these chaotic times, only staying alive, and ensuring his family stayed alive with him, was the true victory.

He averted his gaze from the woman, and her heart turned to ash.

But the next moment, the old shopkeeper regained consciousness. When he saw the situation, he stood resolutely in front of the woman, shielding her behind him.

"What do you think you're doing? I'm telling you..."

The thug's expression turned cruel. "Old thing, you have a path to live but refuse to take it, choosing death instead? Then I'll grant your wish!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch aimed squarely at the old shopkeeper's head, intending to beat him to death in one blow.

"Tell me whose wish you're granting!"

Chen Han could not bear to watch the old shopkeeper, who had once been so humble toward him, die before his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he grabbed the thug's wrist and exerted a sudden, violent force!

Crack!

Splurt!

"Ahhh!!!"

With a shrill, miserable scream, the man's entire arm was snapped on the spot by Chen Han. At the same time, Chen Han held his two fingers upright, stiffened them like iron, and with lightning speed, ruthlessly gouged out the man's two eyeballs!

A derivative technique of the Mountain Breaking Fist—Two Yang Finger!

At this moment, the lower half of Chen Han's face was covered by a rag, obscuring his features. His gaze was cold as ice, and his two fingers were stained with bright red, scalding blood—a sight that inspired awe and terror!

The woman in the cyan dress had never seen such a bloody scene; she gasped, covering her small mouth with both hands, her heart pounding in fear, unable to look directly at him.

"A Mingjin martial artist! You brat, just you wait! A Mingjin martial artist, feeling cocky, are you? Dare to provoke our Black Mountain Gang, and we'll slaughter your whole family! Just you wait!"

Seeing that this man was so ruthless and likely a Mingjin martial artist, the men didn't hesitate for a second. After hurling a few curses and glaring fiercely at Chen Han's face, they turned and fled.

The very thing Chen Han feared most had happened: these men had remembered him, and they would surely seek revenge in the future.

He moved with rapid steps, giving chase; he had to silence them!

"Kind hero!"

The woman tried to stop him, but Chen Han left her with nothing but his retreating back.

The old shopkeeper asked worriedly, "Miss, are you alright?"

The woman shook her head, watching the direction in which Chen Han had disappeared, deeply concerned for his safety. "I am fine. Who was that man? Will he be alright?"

By the afternoon, Chen Han had already claimed four lives within a single day. He trailed the men stealthily, seizing every opportunity to strike and ending their lives without a shred of mercy.

Against a true martial artist, he was no match, but to those who had yet to cross the threshold, he was a god of slaughter!

If he encountered someone stronger than himself, he would decisively back down, but if he met someone weaker, he would either not strike at all or leave not a single soul alive.

"Who did this! Who the hell did this! How dare they kill members of our Black Mountain Gang!"

Two Ming Jin martial artists returned with a group of brothers to sweep the area, only to be overcome with rage at the sight of the corpses strewn across the room, their eyes practically spitting fire.

The leaders were none other than two of the Seven Sha of the Black Mountain Gang: Death Blade and Black Blade.

"This is..."

One of them crouched down, carefully examining the wounds. "A derivative technique of the Mountain Breaking Fist, the Two Yang Finger! This is a technique that can only be grasped by those at the An Jin level. How did they manage to provoke such a person?"

The other's gaze turned grave as he noticed something amiss. "No, while this move is swift and fierce, it lacks the practicality of the Mountain Breaking Fist and can only achieve a surprise effect. Look at the other brothers; they were all killed by this same technique, which consumes little energy but is incredibly troublesome."

"Exactly. If this person were truly an An Jin martial artist, they could have beaten them to death with a single punch each; there would be no need to spend several breaths on them."

"Either this person's vitality is poor, or they are suffering from severe injuries."

Veins bulging on his forehead, he roared, "Search for him! Damn it, search for him!"

At the Li Mansion, Li Muyun, dressed in a green skirt, still felt lingering fear. The events of the afternoon had left a deep psychological shadow, and even now, her snow-white calves could not stop trembling at the memory.

She had informed her father of the incident and learned of Chen Han's identity from the old shopkeeper and her father.

At this moment, she gazed toward the entrance with immense anticipation, hoping to see that familiar figure. She wanted to thank him properly—perhaps even offer herself to him.

Squire Li sat beside her, having already dispatched men to search for him.

When Li Mubai had heard Li Muyun's account earlier, he had been terrified, but upon learning that Chen Han had crippled an eight-foot-tall brute in an instant, his heart surged with excitement. He wished he could kneel on the ground right now and beg to be taken as a disciple.

Over the past few days, as he gradually learned more about the martial path, he found himself increasingly desperate to practice martial arts. He felt as though he had been born into this world specifically to master them.

Martial arts, martial arts... I, too, shall become a hero, dashing and awe-inspiring!

Finally, a servant rushed over in a panic.

"Master, Chen Han is here to see you!"

"Quick, invite him in! Quickly, invite him in!"

Li Muyun suddenly stood up, a blush creeping onto her cheeks as she thought of something. "Wait... I... I will go greet him."