Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 8: The Elegance of the Ittō-ryū

Xin Zhuo could already hear the shouts and screams coming from below the peak, and he felt that the moment that would determine his own fate had arrived.

This feeling was like having a whole piece of gold in his hands, but before he could enjoy it, a crackdown began.

So, should he face life and death with the righteousness and composure of the five bandits under him? It wasn't impossible, after all, this life was an extra gift from the second world, but it felt a bit foolish.

To send heads together, without causing any ripples, without even a touched audience, at most, the local county chronicles would record: "Second Village's fierce battle, all soldiers killed."

A perfect example of a negative character incident.

Why bother? A gentleman does not stand in a dangerous wall.

Damn it, why did these bandits under him have to possess such rare qualities? It made him feel a bit cowardly and afraid of death.

If he were to escape? The ancestral spirits would be lost, and everything would start from scratch. How would he live in the future?

If he were to stay? What if Cui Ying'er and the others managed to repel the enemy with the advantage of the terrain? There would still be time to turn the tables, and with his Lunar Serenity Well, it wouldn't be difficult to turn the tide and kill five in a row.

Indecision!

The next moment, he had no space for choice.

"Go and block the path behind, kill them all, leave no one alive!"

A rough and bloodthirsty roar came from outside the village.

Immediately, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the front, Cui Ying'er and the others had returned, fleeing back.

The good news was that no one had died, but the bad news was that they were being chased and hacked at, each one injured, their clothes stained red with blood.

They lost unexpectedly quickly.

They were truly both weak and loyal!

And then, dozens of people wearing tattered clothes, carrying broken knives and swords, with fierce expressions, followed closely behind, slashing and killing. Although the formation was chaotic, their momentum was terrifying.

Xin Zhuo was seeing the bandits of the Hungry Wolf Village for the first time, carefully observing them. They were truly ugly, dirty, and ferocious, especially their numb and bloodthirsty eyes, which perfectly embodied what it meant to be outlaws. If the people from his past life saw them, they would probably be scared to the point of peeing and pooping.

While he was lost in thought, Cui Ying'er and the others had already retreated into the village gate, with no way to retreat further.

They took a moment to look back and discovered the dazed leader, their expressions darkening.

Did none of them manage to escape?

"Confucius said, why the hell didn't you run? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Han Qiuniang had a deep wound on her left arm, bloodstains on her forehead, and blood stained half of her face. Her originally delicate appearance now looked like a Rakshasa. This shout tore at the heart and lungs, hating that iron couldn't become steel.

"Oh..."

I was about to make a choice, and you all instantly lost. Is it my fault?

Xin Zhuo felt a bit numb.

At this moment, he noticed two figures leaping towards him.

One was tall, square-faced, with a big beard, a burly figure, and carrying a ring-headed knife.

The other was fat, with a big belly and a round waist, a one-eyed man with messy hair, carrying a door panel axe.

Even before the people arrived, their intimidating aura, the smell of blood, and the stench of unwashed sweat had already reached him.

"Xin Zhuo, the two leaders of the Hungry Wolf Village have arrived, run!"

Cui Ying'er forcefully pushed back the two men and was about to rush over to rescue him, but was surrounded by a group of people.

The other four were also trapped in a bitter battle.

Xin Zhuo heard someone call his name directly for the first time, it sounded quite pleasant, but then he had to face the two men who were rushing towards him.

These two had distinctive appearances and terrifying expressions. They were very close, and he could clearly see the terrible tattoos on their chests, the chest hair, the dandruff in their messy hair, and the big yellow teeth in their slightly open mouths.

He just didn't know which one was Chai Donghu and which one was Chongtianpao.

"So you're the good grandson of Old Xin? The new leader of the Fulong Village?" The man with the ring-headed knife stared with his eyes wide open, speaking in a rough voice.

"Good grandson is what the family calls me, it's not appropriate for you to say it like that." Xin Zhuo glanced at his five subordinates covered in blood, rolled up his sleeves a bit higher.

"Haha, hahaha..."

The two men exchanged a glance, as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world, and couldn't help but laugh.

From their unrestrained laughter, their bloodthirsty and twisted eyes, Xin Zhuo could fully understand their mockery and the feeling of playing with their prey. He said, "What's so funny?"

The man with the ring-headed knife stopped laughing and said coldly, "Of course it's funny. I've heard that Old Xin has a strange grandson who likes to read books. Today, I finally see it for myself. Half of your brain has fallen out, yet you still act so high and mighty, interesting, interesting!"

"I was actually speaking in plain language, even a three-year-old child can understand." Xin Zhuo reminded him.

The two men's faces froze, and the man with the door panel axe raised his axe, ready to strike.

"Wait a minute!" Xin Zhuo took a step back and raised his hand to stop him.

The man holding the axe was momentarily stunned, and his movements paused: "What are you waiting for? Whether you die early or late, it's still death. Do you think that quoting Confucius can save your life from Daddy?"

"Not at all, it's just that this is my first time engaging in a duel, and I'm a bit nervous. I forgot to bring my knife. Give me a chance to get a knife, so it seems fair. We are all colleagues, shouldn't we give each other some face? It would be embarrassing if people found out," Xin Zhuo tried to retreat back into the house.

"What kind of reasoning is this? I'll give you a chance!"

The two men laughed again, "No martial arts, do you think that just having a knife can change anything?"

No martial arts?

They can't see my eighth-grade level? Right, it must be the function of the Lunar Serenity Well, it can hide my level. No wonder Cui Ying'er and the others didn't notice anything, they thought it was because their realm was low.

Having martial arts but others can't see it, what a passive show-off buff.

Xin Zhuo finally found his Yanling knife with a notch, picked it up, and walked back to the door. "Alright, I'm ready!"

The two men outside the door glanced at each other, feeling that... the preparedness for death from the other side lacked a bit of satisfaction and had a touch of strangeness.

"Damn it!"

Still the man with the axe, he swung the axe towards Xin Zhuo's neck, fast and fierce, and said, "Kid, don't become a bandit in your next life!"

Xin Zhuo didn't say anything, he just returned the strike seriously.

The way the knife struck had no logic, it was chaotic and messy, like the clumsy saber technique of someone without martial arts.

[Chaotic and incomprehensible dog-like knife technique.]

Hey, this lousy saber technique, the man with the axe flashed a hint of cruelty and excitement in his eyes.

The next moment:

The bright blade of the knife swept away the axe like a white wave.

"Clang!"

The axe fell to the ground.

The man's face still showed cruelty and excitement, but his right hand, which held the axe, had four fingers neatly cut off, and there was a deep blood mark on his neck, from the left artery to the right artery.

Then, his expression of cruelty disappeared, replaced by shock and confusion.

"Gugugu..."

He seemed to want to say something, but all that came out of his mouth was blood mixed with saliva.

"Bang!"

The body fell heavily to the ground.

Only a small piece of skin connected his neck.

"Deng deng deng..."

The man with the ringed knife, who was enjoying the spectacle on the side, blinked his eyes in confusion, quickly took three steps back, his hair standing on end, and a chill ran down his spine.

What just happened was hard for him to digest for a while.

Among the bandits fighting in the front, someone saw this scene and stopped fighting in surprise. This then caused a chain reaction, and everyone else also stopped.

Cui Ying'er and the other five people took the opportunity to catch their breath and also looked over, their expressions equally confused.

"Ziyue" didn't die? Instead, the two leaders of the Hungry Wolf Gang died?

What's going on?

Xin Zhuo quietly looked at the body and head at his feet. His clothes were splattered with the opponent's blood, which was still bright red. He still held the knife, and the blood on the tip of the knife dripped down the blood groove.

The excitement of killing and the sight of the corpse made him feel a strange sensation, his scalp tingling. He endured it and pointed at the body, asking the dumbfounded man with the ringed knife, "Who is he?"

Although he killed one, he didn't know if it was Chai Donghu or "Chongtianpao." This was important.

One was eighth-grade, the other was ninth-grade. The former represented a leap in strength, while the latter represented normal performance.

"He is Chongtianpao!"

Chai Donghu answered straightforwardly, but his hand holding the knife was trembling and turning pale. He still hadn't figured out how "Chongtianpao" died.

"Chongtianpao" was a notorious bandit before becoming a bandit. Although his grade was low, it was due to his constitution. His cunning attack methods and means of self-preservation were not to be underestimated. He had once escaped from the pursuit of two eighth-grade elite catchers, and his reputation resounded in the area.

Even if he wanted to kill "Chongtianpao" with a single strike, it would be wishful thinking. They might have fought ten or more rounds.

This "Ziyue" clearly had no martial arts, not even a bit.

But "Chongtianpao" died cleanly and neatly under his opponent's knife, with a very miserable death.

How is this possible?

Just now, he Divine Partitioned, and he missed the moment when the two clashed. He was only thinking about the two beautiful and unparalleled female bandits from Fulong Gang, whether he should keep them or not.

Could it be that this "Ziyue" in front of him was a high-grade expert?

(End of this chapter)