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Chapter 1408 - 1401: Fortunately for the Beauty

Chapter 1408: Chapter 1401: Fortunately for the Beauty

At Cheng Ziang’s command, Feng’s movements were even faster than his pulling the trigger. Under the enhancement of magic power, she darted into the group of warriors like a dark streak of lightning, and before they could react, she had slain them with a single strike.

Soon, Feng had cleared the surrounding enemies, and under Hu Daoke’s concentrated gunfire, the distant enemies were also hit fatally. Cheng Ziang could only fire sporadically at a few mid-range warriors who were about to charge.

However, as the battle ensued, Cheng Ziang realized something was amiss; among these two hundred warriors, there were hardly any cultivators, almost without exception, all were ordinary warriors. Not only did Feng face them without pressure, but even he and Hu Daoke, the two gunmen, could not be stopped by these people.

The effect of Yuanzi bullets on cultivators was completely different from that on ordinary people. Because cultivators possessed an inner core, the Yuanzi Group would generally trigger an explosion at the Dantian. Ordinary people, lacking an inner core, would detonate upon contact with Yuanzi bullets.

And these warriors, very much typical of ordinary people’s characteristics, would have a blood hole blown open by the Yuanzi bullets instantly, with none suffering from an inner core explosion.

Realizing this, Cheng Ziang immediately put down his gun and raised his hand shouting, "Cease fire, everybody stop!"

Hearing his words, Hu Daoke released the trigger, and Feng, after slaying a few individuals, retreated in front of Cheng Ziang, knife drawn to protect him.

"What are you thinking, kid?" Hu Daoke asked reluctantly.

Although they had gained some advantage, it was still three against over two hundred, and at that moment they were still semi-surrounded by the warriors, with the circle tightening continuously.

"It’s not right, these people are not cultivators, just ordinary warriors," Cheng Ziang said earnestly.

"Who cares whether they’re cultivators or ordinary warriors, let’s just finish this job first," Hu Daoke said irritably.

"Don’t mess around, we’re not bandits, we’re here to wreak havoc," Cheng Ziang glared at him.

Cheng Ziang truly felt that if it wasn’t for his restraint, Hu Daoke would probably turn into a bandit within days, robbing as a livelihood, goodness knows how long his inner kindness could last under these circumstances.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Ziang shouted loudly in Kyushu language, "We’re only after your valuables, not your lives. Drop your possessions and retreat the way you came, and we’ll act as if nothing happened."

However, his good intentions did not win the favor of the warriors. Suddenly, dozens of arrows shot out from the crowd. Fortunately, Feng reacted in time and shielded them all.

"See what I mean? These people never learn their lesson," Hu Daoke pushed Cheng Ziang irritably and picked up his Yuanzi gun again, firing at the crowd, while Feng started attacking the areas outside the shooting range.

"Forget it, let’s try to drive them away!" Cheng Ziang, biting his teeth, shouted loudly to Hu Daoke.

The trio resumed their formidable battle prowess, overwhelming the warriors. Whether there were cultivators or not had a significant impact on the warriors. Without cultivators, over two hundred warriors were firmly suppressed by the fire of the three, unable to advance a step.

The firing speed of the Yuanzi Group was extremely fast, without the so-called lead time, practically hitting the enemy as soon as the trigger was pulled. Therefore, the warriors couldn’t dodge; as soon as they were targeted, their fate was practically sealed.

On the other hand, facing warriors without cultivators, Feng was becoming more and more valiant. As previously mentioned, a successfully cultivated cultivator could face a thousand soldiers alone. For a Royal Dao cultivator of her level, unleashing full power, those two hundred were hardly a match for her in ten minutes.

After about ten minutes, although the firepower of Cheng Ziang and Hu Daoke was slightly reduced due to overheating, they still suppressed the warriors.

Faced with the impasse and the continuous dreadful deaths of their comrades, the warriors finally realized the difficulty of these three individuals and began to think of retreat.

A warrior had climbed to the outside of the large carriage and was reaching his hand inside to say something. Feng swung his sword just in time, sending a sword Qi slashing across and severing the warrior’s arm.

Retreat seemed to be a signal. Once the first one started, the second and third quickly followed. In no time, all the warriors hiding in the woods began having thoughts of fleeing, and they started running backward frantically, no longer caring about anything else.

"Cease fire, cease fire!" Seeing the embarrassed escape of the warriors, Cheng Ziang raised his fist again and issued the command to stop firing.

As he said, they were there to hijack, not to kill. As long as they could drive the people away, that was enough. Moreover, their weapons had been firing for a long time, and the barrels were already severely overheated. If they continued to shoot, the internal Kedal metal would likely become inert.

Feng slashed the throat of the last warrior by the carriage, then shook the blood off his blade and stood quietly in place, waiting for Cheng Ziang and others to arrive.

"Is there someone?" Cheng Ziang came up to her and noticed her alert expression, so he asked curiously.

"Mm." Feng nodded, her gaze sweeping towards the carriage.

"I’ll handle it, you step back." Cheng Ziang nodded and gestured for her to move aside with a wave of his hand.

Arriving at Feng’s position, Cheng Ziang took a deep breath, then cleared his throat and said in Kyushu dialect, "Those inside, listen up. Your men have been chased away by us. It’s up to you whether to come out on your own or have me come in and fetch you. But I still hope you would be proactive."

After finishing, he quietly waited, but there was no movement inside the carriage. Then he looked towards Feng and asked in a low voice, "How many people?"

"Two!" Feng held up two fingers.

"Okay," Cheng Ziang nodded, then turned back and continued speaking, "If you don’t come out, then I’m coming in myself."

As soon as his words fell, he heard a whimpering sound coming from inside the carriage, followed suddenly by the carriage door flinging open, and a petite figure instantly threw itself at him.

Without thinking, Cheng Ziang instinctively hugged this person, feeling the soft and smooth touch, like soft jade. The person collided fully into his embrace, and then, he saw a cold light suddenly flashing inside the carriage, heading straight for him.

He subconsciously held the person and dodged sideways, while loudly shouting to Feng behind him, "Spare them with your blade!"

Having barely steadied himself, Cheng Ziang heard the crisp sound of blades clashing, followed by the dull sound of an object colliding. With just one slash, Feng had broken the assailant’s weapon, then kicked her hard in the chest.

The person was sent crashing heavily against the carriage by Feng’s kick; then Feng advanced two steps, pressed her left foot against the person’s neck, and with both hands on her sword, she drove the blade along to pierce deeply into the wooden carriage through the right side of the person’s neck.

Had Cheng Ziang not timely said to spare them with the blade, Feng’s sword would likely have completely severed the person’s neck. Or rather, in the moment the blades had clashed just before, the person would have already been dismembered by Feng’s blade.

After stabilizing the situation, Cheng Ziang finally had the chance to take a closer look at the two individuals. The one who had fallen into his arms was a girl in her early twenties, with neat and cleanly tied black hair. From her clothes, Cheng Ziang could somewhat deduce that she was probably of a servant’s stature.

Not wanting to take advantage of the distressed, Cheng Ziang grabbed the maid’s shoulder and pressed her stunned self next to the other person. The maid’s eyes widened in terror, gazing up at Cheng Ziang, nearly ceasing her breath in fright.

The other person, however, seemed to be more significant. This was also a girl, but even younger, around fifteen or sixteen years old, still with traces of childishness on her face. The baby fat was still visible on her soft, delicate cheeks.

The girl was very beautiful, at least, that’s what Cheng Ziang thought. She had a delicate little face, with features that were refined and well-placed. What struck him most were her rosy, petite lips, starkly contrasting against her fair skin, drawing one’s gaze involuntarily.

Yet, contrasting sharply with her innocent appearance, her eyes were filled with resentment and venom, her dark pupils brimming with anger and hate. She was pressed by Feng against the carriage, the blade aimed at her jugular, rendering her completely immobilized.

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