They Missed the Fat Sheep and Got Stripped of Their Underwear Instead

Six hundred miles west of the Heaven Dou Empire, the yellow earth beneath your feet begins to take on a fuzzy, dark red hue.

This desolate area is called Rotten Bone Town, a lawless wilderness. Among the thugs who roam the streets and cause trouble in the taverns, you could spot nine out of ten as fugitives and rogue cultivators with murder on their hands.

The midday sun baked the ground until it was smoldering. The two dilapidated wooden gates of the Rotten Bone Town were wide open, and several shirtless men covered in knife scars were eating raw cucumbers against the earthen wall, their eyes darting around towards the main road.

"Boss, we've got some work!"

A skinny, monkey-like man threw a half-eaten cucumber on the ground, his eyes gleaming with greed. He nudged a scarred man with a face full of fat with his elbow. "Look ahead! Six young men, not even an experienced driver. They may be dressed in coarse cloth, but look at those two young girls' skin—it's so white you could squeeze water out of it! They're definitely rich young masters and ladies who ran away from the big city!"

Scarface spat out a mouthful of phlegm, touched the blood-grooved broadsword tucked into his waistband, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Fat sheep! These greenhorns probably haven't even seen a chicken slaughtered before. Come on, block the way for me, tonight the brothers will have a feast!"

These six people, who were treated like "newbies," were none other than Blue Tyrant his group, who had traveled for three days to find their way here.

Ling Yun walked at the front, a tattered straw hat worn upside down to shield his head from the sun, and a piece of horsetail grass in his mouth. Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were so hot that they kept pulling at their collars, while Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were holding hands, chattering as they looked around at the messy, wild market town.

"Stop right there, all of you!!"

Suddenly, a dozen fierce-looking bandits sprang out from behind the earthen wall, carrying rusty machetes and iron bars, and surrounded the group.

Scarface stomped his big foot on the ground, and three Soul Rings— two yellow and one purple—flashed out. Soul Elder of over level 30 was quite a figure in this run-down place on the outskirts of Rotten Bone Town.

"Kid, do you even know the rules here?"

Scarface tapped his shoulder with the back of his knife, his face full of lewdness as he glared at Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong. He then spoke in a affected tone, "This road is our Mad Blade Gang's territory. Men, drop everything of value you have, take off your pants and get out of here! Women..."

"The women stay behind to warm the beds for us Grandfather. If you serve them well, we'll spare your worthless lives!"

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so henchmen around him burst into a jeerful, raucous laugh.

In the usual scenario, a rich young master from the big city, upon hearing this scene, would either be so frightened that he wets his pants on the spot, or tremble and frantically pay money to save his life.

But as Scarface's grin widened, he sensed something was off.

The six teenagers opposite him didn't even flinch; instead, they all stared at him with the same look they'd given a street idiot.

Ling Yun spat the chewed horsetail grass onto the muddy ground and pushed his tattered straw hat back on his head. He completely ignored the scarred man, instead turning his head and waving solemnly at Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai:

"Fatty, Boss Dai, did you hear those words clearly just now?"

Ling Yun gave a thumbs-up and gestured at the scarred man. "That's what you call a pro! His cuts are crisp and his manner is impeccable. He got his point across in just two sentences, not a single word wasted! You two should learn from this older brother when you're fighting for territory later, and memorize your lines."

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly like a novice student just entering a classroom. "Got it, Brother Yun! The men leave their money, take off their underwear and get out! The women... uh, we don't want the women, they're a waste of food. Let the men strip them naked and get out with them!"

Scarface's face suddenly froze, his mind momentarily blank.

Are these little brats out of their minds? I 'Highway Robbery people here, and you're having a demonstration lesson?!

"You little bastard! You dare to mess with me? You're asking for it!"

Scarface became enraged, and with a blood-stained stench, he swung his ghost-headed broadsword down at Ling Yun's head!

"Brother Yun, I'll pay the tuition!"

Ma Hongjun let out a strange cry, without even releasing his Martial Soul, he thrust his large body forward, and his palm, as big as a fan, struck first, meeting the back of the knife!

Bang!!

Scarface felt a sudden darkness before his eyes as a monstrous force, like that of a wild boar descending from the mountain, slammed into his chest from the hilt of his knife. His pride and joy, his level 30 Soul Power, was utterly useless against the fat man's massive slap. He spun through the air, his mouth full of yellow teeth splattered with blood, before he splattered onto the earthen wall like a lump of mud, instantly losing consciousness.

The remaining dozen or so henchmen were dumbfounded, before they could even take off running.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, burning with pent-up Evil Fire from their journey, charged down the mountain like tigers. In no time, accompanied by pig-like screams and howls, more than a dozen bandits had their legs broken, collapsing to the ground clutching their arms and legs.

It only took a few breaths to finish.

These old bandits, who had spent years licking blood from the edge of a knife, belatedly realized that they had been blinded by greed and had run headlong into the arms of a living devil!

Ling Yun strolled leisurely to the base of the earthen wall and kicked the scarred man, who was pretending to be dead, with the sole of his boot.

"Boss Dai, how did you pronounce that word just now?" Ling Yun asked.

Dai Mubai chuckled, clenched his fist, and stepped forward, stomping his large foot on the scarred man's chest. He then imitated the bandit-like manner of the man from before, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Men, leave me all your valuables! Not even your underwear!!"

The henchmen on the ground were so frightened they almost burst their gallbladders. This wasn't a fat sheep; this was clearly their ancestor, even more ruthless than them!

A group of grown men, crying and wailing, began to loosen their belts, trembling as they piled up the silver coins, copper coins, broken knives and swords they had found on the muddy ground.

"Brother Yun, these poor bastards don't have much money on them. They scraped together only thirty-odd Gold Soul Coins after they emptied their pockets." Ma Hongjun disdainfully picked at the rags on the ground with his toe.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Ning Rongrong, who had been standing at the back, squeezed forward with a gleam in her eyes.

"Get out of the way, you fatso! What do you know?!"

This young lady from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School grew up surrounded by wealth, and her eyes were as sharp as a top-notch pawnbroker. She kicked aside a broken iron sword, squatted down, and began rummaging through a pile of tattered clothes that reeked of sweat.

"The handle of this dagger is hollow!"

Ning Rongrong twisted the hilt of the dagger with her small hand, and with a click, two top-quality, golden cat's-eye stones poured out. "This quality is worth at least five hundred Gold Soul Coins in Heaven Dou City!"

"And this!" Ning Rongrong snatched the stinky, worn-out leather boot belonging to the scarred man, and with two delicate white fingers, she pried open a lining along the edge of the thick sole, pulling out three gold notes wrapped in waterproof oil paper. "Bearer notes from Heaven Dou Bank, one Gold Soul Coins!"

"Hey! You skinny monkey!" Ning Rongrong pointed at the henchman who had just tipped him off, hands on her hips, looking like a debt-collecting landlady, "That big gold tooth of yours is solid! Don't hide it, Fatty, get the tongs and pull it out!"

The entire scene of the robbery was completely chaotic.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun stared at Ning Rongrong in disbelief. This delicate little princess seemed to have awakened some ancient bandit bloodline at this moment, plucking feathers from passing geese and leaving skins on departing beasts, even peeling off the thin layer of silver covering the belt buckle.

"My goodness... your plundering skills are even more ruthless than mine, which is openly thuggish..." Ma Hongjun stared in disbelief.

Ning Rongrong dusted off her hands, hoisted a large bag of loot onto her shoulder, and looked at Ling Yun with a smug grin. "Brother Yun, how about it? Bringing me along wasn't a bad deal, was it? From now on, I'll take care of all the accounting and disposal of stolen goods along the way!"

Ling Yun couldn't help but burst out laughing, "Alright, she's born to be a bandit's wife. Xiao Ao, get the logistics in place."

Oscar, who had been eagerly anticipating his attack, grinned and approached the group of thugs, who were bruised and battered and left only in tattered underwear, carrying a broken wooden plate.

The plate contains Big Sausages that were just rolled out while chanting incantations.

"Gentlemen, a broken bone must hurt a lot, right? Are you bleeding internally?"

Oscar's almond-shaped eyes curved into crescents, his face practically screaming "Harmony brings wealth!": "God-Level Recovery Big Sausage, cures all ailments, instant results! No money to buy? I bet you guys didn't empty your gold teeth and rings just now! Ten gold coins each! Trade your life with your hidden stash of cash! No credit!"

The bandits looked at Oscar, who was putting on a smile, and then at Dai Mubai, who was clenching his fists and looking fierce, behind him. They cried so hard that tears and snot filled their mouths. They could only tremble and sob as they pulled out the last bit of loose silver from the hidden compartment in their crotch to save their lives.

They not only robbed each other outright, but also forced others to engage in Bind medical sales with coercion after the robbery!

Just as these thugs from Rotten Bone Town were stripped clean, cleaner than a white-feathered chicken, and squatting in a corner, weeping bitterly.

It's on a high slope and cliff, about three miles outside the town.

A dark figure was hanging upside down from an old, crooked pine tree, holding a monocular glass telescope and staring intently at the scene at the entrance of the town.

This person was none other than She Long, the Snake Lance Douluo sent by Qian Renxue to keep a close watch on them.

But right now, this once-powerful Titled Douluo's face was contorted into a grotesque mess. White sweat was gushing from his back, and his hand holding the binoculars was trembling uncontrollably.

"Young Master... what kind of bastards are you having me keep an eye on...?"

She Long swallowed hard, feeling as if all the worldly experience he had gained in his life had been wasted.

He watched helplessly as those geniuses from the advanced academy not only thrashed the old foxes of Rotten Bone Town to the ground, but also heartlessly tore off their shoe soles! The fairy-like girl who looked like she stepped out of a painting was picking her gold teeth with the skill of an old pawnshop owner; the young man selling sausages was engaging in medical extortion!

The most dangerous one was the ringleader standing to the side with his hands in his pockets.

He didn't even lift a finger; he just gave a few casual pointers, and the group of old bandits were wiped out like wild leeks in a field.

"These bastards... are a million times worse than the bandits of Rotten Bone Town!"

She Long wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trembling, and instinctively shrank deeper into the thick pine needles. Qian Renxue's life-saving instruction echoed in his mind:

Whatever you do, never get too close!

These bandits don't even mind the gold teeth in other people's mouths. If they were to catch a lone Titled Douluo like himself, they might even tear off his pure gold breastplate and chainmail armor and sell them as scrap metal by weight!