17: Chapter 17 Establishing Merit with Qi, Splitting in Two
The voice faded.
In the dust, dozens of figures slowly emerged.
Especially the leading figure—massive, colossal!!
At the front of the formation, Head Escort Qian frowned and drew the long sword from his waist. "What kind of morons are you? If you're going to rob us, just do it. Why talk so much??"
"If you want to rob us, show us some real skill."
Sitting atop his tall steed, he believed he had struck a rather dashing pose.
He thought he could stun this group of bandits.
However, a series of coughs and complaining voices drifted from the dust.
"Cough, cough, damn it, Third Leader... Is this the entrance you spent all night thinking up? You're choking me to death, cough, cough, cough."
"Third Leader, this idea is great, don't ever use it again!"
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Cough, cough, cough."
The dust seemed to be 'poisonous'; dozens of bandits covered their mouths and noses, coughing heavily.
This dramatic scene made the group of Escorts burst into laughter.
"Damn, today really is like a knife cutting a butt—I've seen it all now!" Chen Yichuan jumped up and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Laugh, don't laugh!!"
In the dust, the massive figure wielding a one-meter-long machete charged out first, berating the crowd.
"We're robbing you, you damn people, be serious!!"
Pfft!
Head Escort Qian was the first to lose it. "Haha, where did this ball come from? You're not even as tall as your machete, yet you dare to come robbing!!"
"Hmph, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"
With a cold snort, he prepared to strike.
Whoosh.
Dozens of people immediately stood behind the obese fat man. Head Escort Qian immediately reined in his horse... and did not charge over.
Twenty-something against fifty-something; the advantage was with the other side.
"The immensity of heaven and earth? Your grandfather here is the Second Leader of Qingfeng Stronghold. Are you blind?!"
Qingfeng Stronghold?
Hearing this name, the people from the Escort Agency were visibly flustered.
Immediately, Asan held back Head Escort Qian.
Ada cupped his hands and stepped forward. "This hero, Sanjiang Escort Agency has always minded its own business with Qingfeng Stronghold, and behind Sanjiang Escort Agency stands the Prefectural Magistrate Gu family!"
"Hehe, why don't we each take a step back!!"
Ada looked spirited, his tone carrying a hint of certainty.
The Prefectural Magistrate Gu family.
In the territory of Dongshan Prefecture, who wouldn't give them some face?
As expected, upon hearing this, the Second Leader's expression changed, and even the Third Leader, who had been staring fixedly at Head Escort Qian, changed his expression.
The underlings began whispering to each other.
"The target is tough, Third Brother, what do you think?" The Second Leader leaned in and lowered his voice.
"What do I think? Just kill them. The White Wolf King's head is on that pretty boy in the lead. I must take it back!!"
After some thought, the bald man gritted his teeth and decided to attack.
What Prefectural Magistrate, what Gu family? Bury them here... seamless, who would know?
Besides, if the White Wolf King's head is lost, is he still the Third Leader of Qingfeng Stronghold?
The Second Leader was silent for a moment, as if recalling his comfortable life in the past.
His chubby face was covered in excess flesh. He hardened his heart and raised the machete in his hand. "Brothers, attack! Hack these scumbags to death, who cares about the Gu family or whatever!"
"They are the ones who killed the White Wolf King!!"
"Kill! Charge with me!!"
The Second Leader waved his hand, his feet kicked back violently, and his whole body became like a cannonball released from a string, charging straight at Head Escort Qian.
A Martial Artist!!
Head Escort Qian was immediately shocked. He truly hadn't expected this unremarkable fat man to be a Martial Artist.
This was trouble.
Bringing up the Gu family was useless; he had to bite the bullet and fight.
"Haha, well come... First move of the Green Lotus Sword: Kill one person every ten steps, leaving no trace for a thousand miles!"
After only a moment of hesitation, Head Escort Qian let out a hearty roar and went to meet him.
Qingfeng Stronghold, the Escort Agency, both sides found their opponents.
Chen Yichuan faced a man with a scarred face; he looked extremely lecherous and seemed to have a penchant for men.
At this moment, Scarface licked the long blade in his hand and smiled at Chen Yichuan. "Hehe, what a handsome young man... Tonight, let me have some fun!!"
As the voice faded, Scarface suddenly leaped into the air, delivering a mid-air jump slash, charging straight at him.
"Damn it, disgusting!"
"Fun? You want fun, right? Today, this young master will make you lose your descendants."
Chen Yichuan didn't have the slightest fear; he met the attack with the ghost-head blade in his hand.
Clang!
Soon, the two blades collided, sparking sparks.
At such a close distance, Scarface was overjoyed and went crazy, licking his tongue toward Chen Yichuan's face from the air.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yichuan was completely enraged. "Damn your mother, take this move!!"
"Blade Qi!!"
In an instant, Chen Yichuan's body suddenly erupted with immense power, and a suffocating Blade Qi attached itself to the ghost-head blade.
Clang!!
Under the enhancement of the Blade Qi, the two, who were originally in a blade-locking state, instantly decided the outcome.
With a clank, the blade in Scarface's hand snapped in two from the middle. His face was full of terror. "Blade Qi, you actually mastered Blade Qi!!"
Without a word, Scarface seemed to have seen something terrifying. His pupils constricted, and he fled frantically, disregarding his life.
However, how could Chen Yichuan give him that chance?
Speed up, diagonal side step!
Clang!
One strike!
The ghost-head blade, coated in Blade Qi, instantly severed Scarface's right leg.
Bright red blood and the severed leg spilled to the side.
"Ah!!"
"Brother, don't kill me, don't kill me!!" Scarface begged frantically for mercy.
Too late.
A flash of cold light flickered.
Scarface's 'second brother' was separated from his big brother.
After a scream, Chen Yichuan didn't hesitate for a moment... one strike to seal the throat!! Without any dragging or hesitation.
After dealing with Scarface, Chen Yichuan was stunned for a moment. 'Killing a Quasi-Martial Artist also grants experience! And it's ten points, which means killing one Quasi-Martial Artist grants 5 points of Martial Arts Experience!'
His heart was filled with wild joy.
Chen Yichuan turned his gaze to the group of bandits.
Relying on their numerical advantage, the bandits were almost three-on-one against the Escorts.
However, fortunately, the number of Martial Artists and Quasi-Martial Artists on both sides was equal.
Coupled with the fact that the Escorts themselves had some combat skills, they could hold their own for a while against these aggressive bandits.
The key to the entire battlefield... still lay with the Martial Artists on both sides.
After all, one Martial Artist could easily handle hundreds of people.
Head Escort Qian and the Second Leader were locked in a fierce battle; neither could do anything to the other for the time being.
The battles between the other Quasi-Martial Artists were much the same.
"The opportunity has arrived."
Chen Yichuan's lips curled up slightly, scanning these swarming bandits... as if looking at a pile of experience babies.
He didn't go to help the other Quasi-Martial Artists.
Chen Yichuan charged directly into the battle between the Escorts and the bandits.
The next moment, he transformed into an Asura from purgatory, reaping the lives of the bandits one blade at a time.
The gap between ordinary people and Quasi-Martial Artists was simply too great.
With almost no effort, Chen Yichuan cut through the entire battle.
"Ahhh, a devil!"
"Where is our Quasi-Martial Artist, Scarface? Who will stop this god of slaughter!"
"Damn it, a Quasi-Martial Artist fighting ordinary people, that's not following martial ethics!"
"..."
The bandits screamed at the top of their lungs, but it was useless.
The other Quasi-Martial Artists of Qingfeng Stronghold were pinned down and couldn't free themselves, so they could only grit their teeth and watch.
"Hehe, bandits, take my blade!!"
With flashing scarlet eyes, Chen Yichuan was like a killing machine, frantically waving the ghost-head blade in his hand.
Tireless.