Wang Chong had truly never imagined that, while he was a "lecherous bandit," his days would be peaceful and secure, not only calling a group of young heroes brothers but also enjoying considerable intimacy with several beautiful heroines. Now that he had become a good man, however, he was as bedraggled as a dog that had lost its home.
Well, or a toad without a tail!
He had been fleeing for three days and had already fought more than half of Yegeluo Clan's Ye Hu's subordinates along the way. The strongest two were the military officer with the enormous waist and dark face, and the tall, thin man whose huge frame made him look like a monster, dressed in a long hemp-cloth robe. The former was Lichiluo of the Nine-Bend Alliance's Afu Gan Clan; the latter was a helper Ye Hu had hired at great expense, who called himself Bone Demon, a solitary practitioner whose martial arts were bizarre and unfathomable. Against any of the others alone, Wang Chong was more than seventy percent confident he could dispatch them within twenty moves. Unfortunately, these people never acted alone and were experienced trackers. He had never managed to find an opportunity to take one on individually.
Wang Chong touched his chin. To his surprise, scraggly stubble had grown there, and his face was no longer fair and clean either. He had not applied the rouge and powder he carried for a long time. After all, he was fleeing for his life; how could he spare any attention for such things?
*Luckily, I broke through in battle and mastered the Army-Breaking Bodhisattva Aspect, letting me burn fat to keep fighting. Otherwise, these days of running for my life would probably have burned me down until the oil ran dry and the lamp