Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 9: Shock from the Subordinates of the Bandits

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

How could a teenager in his teens be both scholarly and martially talented? Not everyone can be like the disciples of Qiugong Pavilion, right?

Old man Xin was a bit fierce in his lifetime, but he couldn't have trained a teenager to be a master. Otherwise, why would he still be a bandit? It would be better to start a sect.

Chai Donghu squinted his eyes, completely absorbed in self-adjustment and self-doubt towards the enemy.

Xin Zhuo stared at Chai Donghu, unsure of what was going on in his mind, feeling a bit stifled.

It wasn't Chai Donghu who retreated. Chai Donghu is a rank eight expert, so he must be very strong. The other party became cautious, who knows what kind of trump card they're holding back.

Without thinking, he took a step back and added a harsh remark, "We're all in the same line of work, each with our own path of robbery. There's no need for such great hatred. You can still leave now."

He retreated!

He chickened out!

Chai Donghu's pupils contracted, keenly capturing Chai Donghu's step back and the fear on his face.

He seemed to have some impression of what just happened. This kid casually flicked his knife and cut off the "Sky Cannon's" neck.

The "Sky Cannon" had been going to brothels too often recently, indulging in women, and his body was weak. He fell into a stinking ditch! This kid took advantage of it!

"You see, I'm actually very fierce. If it doesn't work out, let's set a date to fight again?"

Xin Zhuo repeated again. It wasn't very appropriate, I want to improve it.

"You damn bastard, set a date? When daddy kills, you were still an egg, you little bastard. Taste my knife! The Fiery Pure Yang Blade, first move, Horizontal Slash!"

This sentence seemed to be the last straw that broke Chai Donghu's guard. He swung his ring-headed knife, fierce and unmatched, the shape of the knife flickering, difficult to catch.

[A messy and incomprehensible dog-like knife technique!]

Seeing that the other party insisted on fighting and even announced his move, Xin Zhuo silently recited a sentence out of respect. Although the name is not impressive and lacks face, it doesn't affect the execution of the move.

"Die!"

Chai Donghu locked onto the trajectory of Xin Zhuo's Goose Feather Blade: ugly, not worth a strike.

His own blade tip was about to touch Xin Zhuo's neck, just one more...

Unexpectedly, Xin Zhuo's knife looked messy, like a child playing house, but it was powerful and heavy, slippery and unpredictable, with mysterious flicks and strikes.

One strike!

Six variations!

Blocking the retreat and targeting the vital points!

Instantly, it dismantled all of his attacks.

"Bang!"

Chai Donghu's knife flew up and heavily plunged into the muddy ground five meters away, the handle of the knife slightly trembling.

And his figure froze.

There was also a blood mark on his neck.

Lack of oxygen, dizziness, tingling mixed with pain, darkness enveloped his vision.

He finally realized that the Sky Cannon wasn't just a failure, he really couldn't beat him.

This damn little bastard is truly a master!

Such a terrifying Saber Technique, I've never seen anything so strange in my life...

I should have listened to him and run away just now...

"Boom!"

Chai Donghu's body fell heavily to the ground, his head rolling into the courtyard, his eyes wide open, his face showing a strange expression that no one could understand.

"My apologies!"

Xin Zhuo looked at the body, panting heavily with both hands on the knife, feeling a sensation similar to coming down from a roller coaster.

This Chai Donghu truly deserves to be an eighth rank expert, indeed very strong, his strength shook my hands, I almost couldn't hold the knife.

Meanwhile, the courtyard was silent.

Cui Ying'er and the other four were already dumbfounded.

The group of bandits from the Wolf Gang first turned pale, then looked at each other, and finally let out a strange cry before scattering like birds and beasts!

Sometimes, certain things happen suddenly, but always end abruptly from a gentle angle.

The people from the Wolf Gang didn't expect it, and Xin Zhuo himself didn't expect it either. He just felt that his own strength might need to be reevaluated, and his confidence needed a boost.

...

The sun was setting.

A pile of torches mixed with mugwort was lit in the courtyard to drive away the smell of blood.

The bodies of Chai Donghu and the other person were buried, and the courtyard was cleaned up.

Cui Ying'er and the other four bandaged their wounds and sat together, their expressions somewhat strange, a hint of resentment mixed with confusion.

Xin Zhuo sat on the other side, holding a damp cloth, wiping his hands countless times. At this moment, he still had an indescribable feeling.

Surpassing ranks! One hundred percent able to knock away other people's weapons?

Just like Hui Xin, "Sky Cannon," Chai Donghu didn't understand my techniques? Couldn't crack them?

"Cough..." Cui Ying'er coughed lightly and looked at Xin Zhuo. His face was still youthful and handsome, but suddenly became unfamiliar.

Where did it start to go wrong?

When Xin Zhuo killed the "Sky Cannon," they didn't see it, but when he killed the eighth-ranked expert Chai Donghu, they saw it.

They saw it, but it seemed like they didn't see it completely.

It was a simple slash, but it was as effortless as slaughtering chickens and monkeys.

It was as if Chai Donghu and the "Sky Cannon" were playing a lousy game of giving their heads away.

Would someone use their own head to play along in a performance?

No, it couldn't be.

So, is the leader an expert?

An expert who can kill an eighth-ranked expert with a single slash?

But...

Xin Zhuo grew up before their eyes. Compared to him being an expert, they would rather believe that Xin Zhuo was a top scholar who descended from the heavens!

Martial arts are so difficult to train in. He's only in his teens, yet he can kill ninth and eighth-ranked experts with a single slash?

When did it become so easy to kill high-ranked experts?

It's unreasonable...

The above is the shared thought of the five people.

"Leader, how did you do it?"

Han Qiuniang was a straightforward and quick-witted girl. If she thought of something, she had to ask and even had an attitude of not giving in if he didn't answer.

"Well..." Xin Zhuo didn't know how to explain for a moment. The Lunar Serenity Well was full of unknowns. He couldn't say it, as they wouldn't believe it, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to accept that he was a sacrificial spirit.

He decided to tell a lie.

"Actually, I'm an extraordinary genius. My grandfather has been secretly cultivating me. My martial arts are very advanced, and my saber technique is also divine. It's so divine that even I don't know how I trained it!"

This statement sounded a bit far-fetched.

But Cui Ying'er and the other four believed it. Perhaps they just needed a reason, and the details didn't matter.

After all, Chai Donghu and the other person died a gruesome death.

"No wonder!"

Huang Dagui, the third in command, slapped his thigh heavily, causing his wound to ache, and excitedly said, "Damn it, no wonder the boss is so confident in facing life and death battles! It turns out he knows that the leader is an expert, enough to protect our Fulong Gang!"

The matter with the nun was also a big misunderstanding on our part. With the skills of the head, stealing some tofu and steamed buns is nothing.

Bai Jianxi pinched her delicate orchid fingers and laughed arrogantly, "The head is a master. Like father, like son. How can the head be ordinary? Actually, I had already guessed it. I just didn't say anything. No one understands the head better than me! So annoying!"

Xin Zhuo got goosebumps. "You make a good point. That's how it is."

Han Jiulang asked in confusion, "So the head has been hiding our true abilities, persuading us to run away, and finally letting us fight with the Down Peak and Starving Wolf Gang. Is he just playing with us?"

All five pairs of eyes looked over.

"Oh..." Xin Zhuo was at a loss for words. It's difficult to explain the fear of death to you. "Not entirely. I just wanted you to experience a life and death battle, to better hone your martial arts. When it comes to a life and death situation, I will naturally intervene!"

This statement was too high-level, and the thieves couldn't keep up. They exchanged glances, suddenly realizing, and then looked at the bonfire, feeling a bit tsundere.

After a while, Han Qiniang's eyes suddenly lit up. "So what rank is the head?"

This question hit the nail on the head, and the thieves looked at Xin Zhuo again, their eyes filled with fervor.

"Stronger than ninth rank, just a little weaker than eighth rank." Xin Zhuo muttered to himself, so you still need to continue working hard.

"I don't believe it! Chai Donghu is only eighth rank, an old-timer at eighth rank. I'll give it a try!"

Han Qiniang stood up, drew her knife, and performed a beautiful knife flower, her eyes shining.

Xin Zhuo felt a bit embarrassed. "My knife doesn't come out easily. When it does, it must draw blood!"

Although this sounded a bit juvenile, it was the truth. His saber technique was difficult to control, and when he drew his knife, blood would be shed.

"I don't care, I want to try!" Han Qiniang was excited, like a stubborn little chili pepper.

"Qiniang, don't bring trouble upon yourself!" Cui Ying'er advised leisurely, "I saw clearly when the head chopped Chai Donghu. Although that strike didn't have the power of the head's saber technique, it was even more formidable. You won't be able to defend against even half a move!"

"Then... what if the five of us attack together?" The third in command stared wide-eyed, eager to try.

Xin Zhuo was a bit confused. How did the conversation turn into planning to gang up on me?

Cui Ying'er glanced at Xin Zhuo. "That strike has no weaknesses, no solution. Unless our rank surpasses the head by a large margin or we keep our distance and don't engage in close combat, we will undoubtedly die. Even if the five of us attack together, there will just be five more corpses!"

The other four shrank their necks and looked at Xin Zhuo with a gaze mixed with awe, fear, and admiration.

The suppression from a higher-ranked individual!

This feeling was quite enjoyable.

However, Xin Zhuo suddenly thought of something else. "It seems like we're running out of food again. Since the head of the Starving Wolf Gang is no longer here, I assume they are without a leader. Why don't we go and steal some food?"

He was really afraid of hunger. As for principles, it's better not to mention them.

Cui Ying'er and the others exchanged glances and stood up together.

"Oh no, I forgot about that!"

(End of this chapter)