96: Chapter 96 First Battle a Success, Who is the Fat Sheep?

This kick looked soft and weak, without even a shred of Spiritual Qi light brought forth. Yet when the sole of the foot stepped heavily onto the large forehead of the foremost Black Thorn Pig, a loud noise like a muffled thunderclap directly exploded in the air.

That Black Thorn Pig, weighing nearly eight hundred catties, didn't even have time to utter a single scream before its entire head shrank inward. Its massive body was like being struck by a siege hammer, flying backward at three times the speed it had charged over. Along the way, it crashed and broke four or five tree trunks as thick as a bowl, and finally smashed fiercely against a moss-covered giant boulder in the rear, turning into a puddle of flesh and mud.

The remaining two Black Thorn Pigs abruptly slammed on the brakes, their four hooves plowing two deep trenches in the muddy ground. In their round, crimson little eyes, an extremely humanized panic unexpectedly appeared, and turning around, they were about to burrow into the bushes.

"You come when you want, and leave when you want? Leave your points for me!"

Zhao Ruoan stepped forward half a step, his right hand forming a claw, grabbing into empty air. An invisible, massive suction force burst forth from his palm, and those two Black Thorn Pigs, which hadn't even run out ten meters, were as if grabbed by the tail with an invisible rope, forcibly sucked back.

He stretched out both hands, grabbed the back of the neck skin of a Black Thorn Pig in each hand, and forcefully knocked them toward the center.

The two oversized pig heads crashed together, producing a muffled, thunderous sound of "Dong". The two wild boars rolled their eyes, their four legs twitched a few times, and they completely stopped moving.

From the appearance of the Black Thorn Pigs to their total annihilation, it didn't even take two breaths of time in total.

"Handicraft, not bad right?" Zhao Ruoan patted the dust off his hands and turned to look at the two dazed maidservants.

Qiuyin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, quickly pulled out a sharp small dagger from her waist, and trotted over to dig out the Yao Beast core: "Young Lord is too amazing! Without even using Spiritual Qi, he beat the Yao Beast to death relying just on a pair of physical palms."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and dig out the three Yao Beast cores. Although this thing is of low grade, mosquito legs are still meat." Zhao Ruoan walked to the side, leaned against a large tree, closed his eyes and felt the Spiritual Qi of the Great Dao Scripture in his body that automatically operated with his breath. As expected of the fully automated AFK Cultivation Technique bestowed by the Immortal Emperor, even without meditating, the Spiritual Qi of this heaven and earth was desperately drilling into his pores.

Just as Qiuyin had just dug out the second bloody Yao Beast core from the pig's head, behind a large tree not far away, five youths wearing yellow Dao robes suddenly walked out.

These five people each carried gleaming longswords in their hands, and the leader was a tall, thin fellow with a black mole on his face. As soon as they appeared, they scanned Zhao Ruoan and the other two from head to toe with malicious eyes, and finally fixed their gazes firmly on the two Yao Beast cores held in Qiuyin's hands.

"Yo, pretty good luck." The tall, thin fellow took the lead and walked over, chewing on a grass root in his mouth, looking sideways at Zhao Ruoan, "Three bottom-tier rookies wearing rags, and you can still run into a Black Thorn Pig that happened to bump into a tree and die? This luck is truly unmatched."

A fat man next to him laughed out loud: "Senior Brother, can't you tell? This kid is just a pretty boy, bringing two little maidservants in to see the world. I reckon he's some young master sent in by an outer court merchant's family, right?"

Zhao Ruoan raised his eyelids, looking at these five swaggering fellows walking over, blooming with joy inside. He was just worrying that the Wanshou Mountain Range was so big, where should he go to find someone to deliver points, and as soon as he dozed off, someone handed him a pillow.

"Five Senior Brothers, is there something you need?" Zhao Ruoan blinked his eyes, pretending to look somewhat scared, and even intentionally shrank back half a step.

Seeing his cowardly look, the tall, thin fellow became even more arrogant. He used the tip of his sword to point at the Yao Beast cores in Qiuyin's hands, then pointed at the wooden point plaque hanging around Zhao Ruoan's waist, and said in a commanding tone: "Be sensible, throw over the Yao Beast cores you just dug out. Also, the three of you take off your point plaques and obediently transfer your initial points to our brothers. As long as you are obedient, your Senior Brother I will show mercy today and guarantee that you can walk safely in this forest for a day."

"Senior Brother, isn't this against the rules?" Zhao Ruoan said pitifully, "We just came in and haven't even earned a single point yet."

"Rules? In the Wanshou Mountain Range, our brothers' fists are the rules!" That fat man impatiently stepped forward, the Spiritual Qi on his body suddenly radiating, impressively showing the cultivation of the Early Stage Pulse Condensation Realm, "Don't force us to get rough! If we scare the two flower-like and jade-like little maidservants to tears, that wouldn't be pretty. Hurry up, hand over the point plaques!"

Qiuyin and Xiamo exchanged glances, neither of the two maids showing even a shred of fear in their eyes, instead looking at these five yellow-robed Disciples with sympathetic gazes as if looking at dead people. They remembered very clearly how their Young Lord had hacked a group of Spirit Pill Realm Devil Heads like watermelons in the mining area a few days ago.

"Are you sure you want to rob my points?" Zhao Ruoan confirmed again.

"What nonsense are you talking! Looking for a beating!" The fat man had the most impatient temper, reaching out his cattail-fan-like big hand, directly grabbing towards Zhao Ruoan's collar, wanting to pick up this ignorant and arrogant pretty boy and throw him into the mud.

Looking at the big hand getting closer and closer, the timidity at the corner of Zhao Ruoan's mouth instantly vanished, replaced by a flash of extremely brilliant white teeth.

He didn't dodge or evade, and following the arm stretched out by the fat man, he grabbed the other's wrist with one hand.

The fat man only felt as if his wrist was tightly clamped by iron pliers forged from ten-thousand-year mysterious iron. Not to mention continuing to grab forward, he couldn't even pull it back by half an inch. The flesh on his face twitched, and he just wanted to circulate his Spiritual Qi to break free.

Zhao Ruoan's arm shook slightly.

There were no fancy Moves, just pure explosive power. An extremely terrifying hidden force poured directly from his palm into the fat man's arm.

"Crack!"

A pig-slaughtering scream burst out from the fat man's mouth. The entire person was swung up by Zhao Ruoan with one hand, just like swinging a broken burlap sack, tracing a semicircle in mid-air, and smashed fiercely toward the tall, thin fellow standing in the back.

The tall, thin fellow's complexion changed drastically, and having no time at all to draw his sword, he instinctively reached out to catch him. As a result, the two people collided, just like being hit by a galloping Yao Beast horse, simultaneously spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, rolling more than ten meters away on the muddy ground, and only stopping after crashing into a tree stump.

The remaining three yellow-robed Disciples were all dumbfounded. They looked at the Senior Brother and the fat man lying on the ground screaming, then looked at the pretty boy standing in place clapping, their brains unable to process it for a moment.

A Cultivator at the Early Stage Pulse Condensation Realm didn't even have the qualification to make the other party use Spiritual Qi, and was swung away with a single slap?

"Since you guys like robbing points so much, you should have also prepared yourselves to be robbed by others, right?" Zhao Ruoan walked slowly toward the three of them, twisting his wrists as he walked, producing crackling bone sounds.

The three Disciples finally reacted, screamed in fright, and turned around to run in separate directions.

Zhao Ruoan stepped down with his foot, and his entire person rushed out like an arrow leaving the string. He left several afterimages in the woods, and only heard three muffled sounds of "Peng, peng, peng". Those three yellow-robed Disciples who were preparing to escape were all struck on the back of the head, one after another falling flat into the muddy water, biting the dust.

Zhao Ruoan walked back to the side of the tall, thin fellow and the fat man, raised his foot to step on the chest of the tall, thin fellow, and tore off the faintly glowing inner sect point plaque from the other's waist.

"Stick up." Zhao Ruoan lowered his head, looking at the tall, thin fellow with a terrified face and bleeding corners of the mouth, "Hand over all the Yao Beast cores, Storage Pouches, and point plaques you are carrying on you. If even one is missing, I will break one of your legs."

Looking at this God of Slaughter, the tall, thin fellow was trembling all over with fright, how dare he say a single word of refusal, quickly holding the Storage Pouch and point plaques from his waist in both hands and handing them over.

"Qiuyin, Xiamo, time to work." Zhao Ruoan greeted.

The two maids immediately ran over, skillfully looting everything on these five unlucky bastards clean. They didn't even let go of the few bottles of low-level healing Medicinal Pills they carried with them, stuffing all of them into their own little pockets.

Zhao Ruoan picked up the point plaque of the tall, thin fellow, and gently swiped it against his own broken wooden plaque. Seeing a flash of yellow light, all fifty initial points on the other's plaque were transferred to his name. With one stroke of momentum, he also wiped clean the points of the remaining four people.

"Two hundred fifty points, plus three Black Thorn Pig Yao Beast cores, a triumphant start." Zhao Ruoan looked at the jumping number "256" on his wooden plaque and nodded in satisfaction.

The tall, thin fellow lying on the ground was on the verge of tears, pleading softly: "This... this Senior Brother, we were blind and offended you. You've taken all the points and things, can you spare our brothers this once?"

Zhao Ruoan glanced at them and waved his hand: "Scram. Next time keep your eyes wider, don't think anyone wearing coarse linen is a soft persimmon. Remember, my name is Zhao Daqiang, if you are unconvinced, feel free to come find me for revenge anytime."

How dare the five Disciples remember any name? Supporting each other, they crawled up from the muddy ground, scrambling and rolling as they ran deep into the forest, fearing that this reverse-robbing freak would go back on his word.

Watching their pathetic backs, Zhao Ruoan was in a great mood. Just as he was about to lead the two maids to continue walking deeper, from a valley a few miles away, a roar of tyrannical penetrating power suddenly came over.

Accompanied by this roar, the treetops of the entire forest ahead were shaking violently, and a tyrannical aura belonging to a Second-Order Peak Yao Beast soared into the sky. Vaguely, one could also see large swaths of fire exploding wildly above the woods, accompanied by bursts of roaring sounds of swords and sabers clashing.

"Big stuff!" Zhao Ruoan's eyes lit up. A Second-Order Peak Yao Beast was equivalent to the strength of a human Peak Pulse Condensation Realm, and a single Yao Beast core could exchange for at least five hundred points! Not to mention that on the people fighting that big stuff, there must be quite a few good things carried as well.

He casually flipped out a most ordinary refined iron longsword from the Storage Pouch he had just robbed, held it in his hand, and turned around to wave at Qiuyin and Xiamo.