togophonebook Chapter 33 Fighting
Chapter 33 Fighting
One day later.
Deep in the mountains.
Yang Silang and Wang Daniu stopped to rest again.
Wang Daniu was so tired that his legs were trembling.
"Fourth brother, are they still behind us?"
Yang Silang leaned over the tree and looked down, then spat out a curse.
"They're still here, but there are fewer people. There used to be five or six, now there are only three..."
"I don't know what they're after, chasing me all the way to these deep mountains."
On the double-gun stretcher, Commander Ruan's lips were chapped and his eyes were sunken and lifeless. He was hungry and spoke weakly.
"Brother Yang, Brother Wang..."
"These guys are chasing us too hard. If things get really bad, just leave me behind and run away..."
Wang Daniu stubbornly turned his head away.
"How can this be allowed?"
"Our Sanshui Association's rule is that as long as the goods are there, the person is there too; we've never had any goods go missing!"
"Now that we've accepted your gold, we must send you back to Gongzhou Prefecture!"
"That's the rule!"
General Ruan Qianzong tremblingly extended his thumb.
"Brother, you're a real man!"
"These rules are really authentic!"
Another day passed.
Wang Daniu collapsed to the ground, asking weakly.
"Fourth brother, those thieving dogs are still chasing us?"
Yang Silang squatted on a tree branch, observing carefully.
"There's only one left, but he's a tough one. I don't think he's any slower than us when we're empty-handed."
"The other party is probably a proper martial artist."
"At least... faster than the martial arts leader!"
Wang Daniu exclaimed in surprise, "He's even faster than the martial arts leader! Isn't that the Copper Skin Martial Artist?"
So there was this formidable guy chasing us?
He turned his head and looked at General Ruan Qian.
"Lord Ruan, as you know, rules are rigid, but people are flexible."
"Insuring the goods might result in losing both the goods and the person; how about we insulate the person instead?"
"How about we make an exception?"
Looking at Wang Daniu's "honest face," Ruan Qianzong felt wronged—he had praised Wang Daniu for nothing yesterday.
Am I considered a commodity or a person now?
His condition is worse than yesterday; due to lack of food and medicine and the cold weather, he has started to have a fever and shivering.
Ruan Qianzong barely managed to stay conscious, stammering as he spoke, his eyes pleadingly fixed on Yang Silang. Of the two, Brother Yang was still the one in charge.
Yang Silang stood up and drew his sword with a whoosh.
Although Commander Ruan was somewhat incompetent, his sword was a standard military-issue waist sword, not at all mediocre; it was heavy, bright, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.
"You wait here, I'm going to kill him..."
His voice was low.
"We can't outrun him, and besides, we're out of rations."
"Commander Ruan, you're sick too. Without supplies, the three of us will all be buried in these mountains."
Wang Daniu struggled to his feet and said he would go too, that they should fight together.
Yang Silang suppressed him with one hand.
"Brother, in your current state, you'd be easy prey if you went up there."
"You know I have great stamina, strength, and better stance training than you. Don't worry, even if I'm empty-handed and we just circle around each other, he'll be the first to die!"
As he spoke, Yang Silang took out four grain dumplings from his pocket. Without hesitation, he swallowed them all one by one.
Before the battle, you need to fill your stomach.
If we win, then we can consider finding food; if we lose, then we can stop worrying about all that.
That stubborn bastard behind us has been chasing us for two days, and one of the remaining pursuers is still chasing us. If we don't deal with him, we won't be able to escape at all.
Yang Silang's resentment gradually increased...
We porters just want to escape for our lives and earn some extra money, why is it so difficult?
Since you've driven us to this dead end, then let's all go our separate ways and none of us will have an easy time!
Although I, Bloodhand Butcher, only know three moves of the Broken Blade, as long as my blade is fast and sharp, I might still be able to cut off your dog's head!
Several dozen feet away.
Ma Qi, panting, squatted down and looked up.
He knew that the target he had been tracking for two days was just ahead.
He had seen things very clearly when he occasionally passed through the sparse or dense parts of the woods.
Beast!
Two people were carrying a fat, disabled person, and they were running incredibly fast on the mountain road!
Despite being two people with four legs, they ran as if they were galloping on horseback through the mountains, making it seem like they were walking on flat ground!
What the hell, are they here to be soldiers or laborers?
The fat cripple must be an important person.
He might be a garrison commander below the rank of adjutant, but judging by his belly, he looks like a high-ranking official. He's definitely a big fish.
The two men carrying him must be his elite servants, otherwise they couldn't have run at such a speed.
After two days of pursuit, Ma Qi's five men fell behind and are now slowly "catching up" from behind.
He was very suspicious. He could have easily outrun the three people ahead of him by running at full speed, but when he entered the mountain, he clearly saw about twenty sets of footprints under those two trees.
Ma Qi was worried that he would lead his team into the encirclement of the main force.
He followed cautiously for two days, until even his men couldn't keep up. He even took off his armor, finding it too cumbersome, before he could catch up with the enemy's tail.
Now he was finally certain that there were only three people ahead of him.
They were only concerned with escaping, clearly unaware of what had happened, and had no other soldiers with them.
Ma Qi was immediately filled with malice—you good-for-nothing bastards, you made me follow you around in circles in the mountains for two days!
The officer must be captured and brought back for a reward. These two servants must be made to die a gruesome death to vent his anger!
He gripped his waist knife tightly. His spear was inconvenient to carry into the mountains, so he had already placed it on his saddle at the foot of the mountain. He then sprinted up the mountain to end this cat-and-mouse game, only to suddenly realize that the surroundings were unusually quiet.
whoosh...
A flash of light appeared from the large tree on the left, swiftly slashing towards his neck.
"not good……"
Ma Qituan yielded, then drew his knife to block the way.
hum...
The two swords clashed, sparks flying.
The opponent launched a sneak attack and gained the upper hand, so Ma Qi did not use his full strength when wielding his knife.
stab.
He felt a chill on his arm; the sharp blade had already cut a gash. Using the momentum, he rolled a few times before managing to stand still with his knife.
Then they saw a young man appear on the other side, wielding a waist knife, dressed in gray clothes and boots, rushing over with lightning speed and slashing fiercely with great force and heavy impact.
Ding ding ding.
The two exchanged blows with their twin swords for more than a dozen moves.
The opponent slashed wildly, and Ma Qi had no choice but to defend. The two of them kicked out almost simultaneously before staggering backward.
"What a fierce sword strike!"
Ma Qi's arm was a little numb; that beast across from him was taking too long to catch his breath!
Strange, this sword technique is rather simple and repetitive.
Yang Silang felt a little regretful; this thief was too alert, and he had failed to kill him with a single, unexpected strike.
He glanced again at Ma Qi's sleeve, which had just been cut open by the knife. The skin underneath gleamed with a bronze sheen, and white marks were visible on the knife. This guy was indeed a bronze-skinned martial artist.
The two exchanged a glance, shouted "Kill!" in unison, and charged forward with their swords drawn!
The roar echoed through the mountains and forests.
The clanging sound of blades clashing carried on the wind.
After several dozen more moves...
The two separated again. Their two fine iron waist knives were chipped and almost half-destroyed, and their clothes were tattered, revealing their bodies.
They all had dark bronze skin, covered with white marks left from being cut by sharp blades.
Ma Qi suddenly burst into laughter.
"You almost fooled me! You only know three moves!"
"Give me your life..."
He flashed his long sword, knowing that his opponent was of similar strength but had great endurance, so he chose to make up for his weakness by fighting to the death.
For him, a direct confrontation is not the solution.
He had already figured out how to use the sticky knife to deflect the opponent's blade, borrowing the force to deflect it, and then use his exquisite knife skills to decapitate him in one stroke.
Yang Silang remained silent and continued to slash wildly with his sword.
Ma Qi, confident and prepared, raised his sword to block the attack, clearly outlining his next move to send the opponent to their doom.
Blades clashed.
Ma Qi was shocked, feeling as if the blade had struck a tiger descending the mountain.
This power almost made him think he had run into an Iron-Boned Martial Master!
An unparalleled force struck, splitting his tiger's mouth, shattering the blade into countless fragments that pierced his face and sent him flying off the ground.
Both knives shattered simultaneously!
"impossible……"
Ma Qi twisted and fell with all his might in mid-air, waiting for his feet to touch the ground before turning around and escaping!
I was careless; this guy was pretending to be weak while actually being strong!
call!
Before his feet even touched the ground, an iron fist loomed large in his vision and slammed into his chest.
Crack, crack—a row of ribs snapped cleanly in his chest.
Copper sheets can withstand the cuts of a sharp blade, but they cannot withstand the blows of a blunt object!
"what……"
Amidst Ma Qi's screams, his body was propelled upwards by the immense force.
Before his body even landed, another punch landed, pounding into his abdomen and displacing and shattering his internal organs!
buzzing...
Yang Silang took a step forward and threw punch after punch into the air!
The thief was cunning and ruthless, a seasoned veteran. In previous encounters, he had been hit in vital areas several times.
The opponent is so powerful, and I am just a novice martial artist, so of course I can't hold back!
bang bang bang...
Yang Silang's fists almost became afterimages as he swung them!
Ma Qi's body rose and fell in the air like a tattered sack.
When Yang Silang saw that his body was limp and it seemed as if all his bones had been broken, he took a step back and let out a long breath...
thump……
Ma Qi's body fell to the ground, flattened, and barely any blood was spurting out anymore.
With his opponent dead, Yang Silang was also sweating profusely.
Ouch...that was close!
I used all my skills and barely won!
What a ruthless thief!