Chapter 393: Humanoid Gundam, the Naturally Form‑Entrapping General!

"Little girls, I've been watching you for a long time!"

At the edge of the crowd, a burly man with a face full of flesh stepped forward—he was the leader of this Liuren rebel group.

The cloth wrapped around his head was stained with oil and blood; at his waist he wore a curved blade sharper than most, and his slanted eyes narrowed to a slit.

His gaze, like a starving wolf on fat meat, fixed on the woman, sliding from her pursed thin lips to her upright shoulders, greedy enough to seem to drip.

The leader's throat moved, and a hoarse, rough laugh rang across the clearing: "What a graceful little figure!"

"When we catch you later, we'll give our brothers a good… good time!"

Having said that, he deliberately tapped his palm with the curved blade.

His eyes were filled with lewdness and malice, unmasked.

Obviously, he's been lusting after this woman's body for a long time...

Finally, he can savor her fragrance!

Of course, solitary pleasure is nothing compared to shared joy; after we finish, we'll let the brothers have their fun too!

"Yeah!"

Next to him, a man with a flat nose bridge and protruding ears stepped forward two paces, his cleaver bearing several notches, his beady eyes locked onto the woman.

His Adam's apple rolled harshly up and down, and a gulp of saliva made a "gudong" sound.

His gaze, like a sticky fly, slid from the woman's hair tips to her slender waist, then circled her perky hips, and he grinned, showing yellow teeth, rubbing his hands as he leered: "That little waist, that butt—so enticing!"

Then, he straightened his back, and the cleaver scraped the ground, producing a harsh screech.

He looked impatient, as if he couldn't wait.

From the crowd, a thin man who looked like a skinny monkey squeezed out—hair a tangled mess like a chicken coop, a dark stain on his face—leapt two steps to the leader's side, hunched over, eyes still on the woman, his voice urgent: "Boss, I want to be the first!"

He said so while rubbing his hands, full of monkey-like haste.

He's fastidious; he wants to take a clean bite first...

The leader instantly frowned in displeasure, and kicked the skinny monkey's rear hard, muttering: "To your mother!"

He paused, spat, and pointed at him, scolding: "You get out and be the last one to go!"

You still want to get in front of me, making me wash the pot water?

You really don't know your place!

"Yes..."

The skinny monkey covered his rear and replied meekly.

The nearly two‑meter‑tall youth clenched a wooden staff so tightly his knuckles turned white, his fingertips even sank into the rough grain.

Watching the rebels' lewd gazes circle Sister, hearing their filthy words, his chest heaved violently, and the veins at his temples throbbed.

His whole body trembled no longer from fear, but from a battle‑shaking rage.

He snapped his head to the side, his voice hoarse with excitement yet unusually firm: "Sister, now is not the time to hold back; perhaps it's time to create a new complication..."

"If we keep yielding, keep tolerating, our lives will be at risk!"

The youth had wanted to fight all the way, but his own Sister kept stopping him...

The reasoning: avoid if you can, don't create extra trouble!

"Listen up!"

The leader was momentarily stunned, then burst into a scoffing laugh as if hearing a huge joke.

He turned his head, squeezed his slanted eyes at the brothers behind him, pointed at the sturdy youth, and mockingly raised his voice: "This kid says he's still yielding?"

"Hahaha!"

As soon as the words ended, he clutched his belly and roared with a hoarse laugh that sounded like a cracked gong.

Over thirty people around joined the raucous laughter, their eyes full of mockery toward the overconfident youth.

"Yo!"

The man with protruding ears leaned forward, his beady eyes slanting at the youth, a mocking smile curling his mouth, deliberately drawing out his words with disdain: "You're just a stray dog, still holding back?"

"Couldn't tell!"

He paused, then raised his voice sharply, enunciating mockingly: "Big fool!"

Shou Hou's sly little eyes darted twice, he moved next to the leader, lowered his voice deliberately yet still audible to a few brothers, rubbing his hands, a wicked grin appearing: "Boss, I have a bold idea..."

The leader gave him a sideways glance, waved impatiently: "Speak!"

Shou Hou immediately leaned forward, nudged the leader's waist with his elbow, glanced at the woman blocked behind, and whispered with a grin: "When we have our fun later, let that big fool watch from the side!"

The surrounding crowd froze for a moment, then burst into a malicious chuckle.

A few men rubbed their hands, their lewd and malicious gazes intensifying, their looks at the youth full of mockery.

The leader patted Shou Hou's shoulder, his slanted eyes squeezing into a line: "Good idea!"

"Let's do it that way!"

With the leader's approval, the Liuren rebels grew even more excited, eagerly anticipating the chance.

"Sister!" the youth clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms, and shouted at the woman.

"Fine."

The woman narrowed her eyes, weighing pros and cons, then decided and instructed: "A Sheng, be swift!"

Since they were pressing hard and there was no retreat, they had to gamble everything...

"Yes..."

The boy called A Sheng stared at Sister's eyes; seeing her finally agree, his tense body suddenly relaxed, then was lifted by a resolute, fierce force.

A flash of light ignited in his eyes, devoid of any cowardice, only a ruthless determination, and his grip on the wooden staff tightened further.

Then, he sharply turned his head toward another youth beside him, his voice low and firm: "Little brother, Sister is now yours to look after!"

"Ming ge, don't worry!"

The boy bit his lower lip hard, gave A Ming a heavy nod, reached out and gripped his sister's arm tightly, curled his other hand into a fist and slapped his own chest; though his voice trembled slightly, it was unusually firm: "Even if I die, I'll die in front of my sister…".

The leading brother crossed his arms, squinted his slanted eyes to watch the scene, then let out a snort, deliberately smacking his lips, his tone dripping with sarcasm like a needle quenched with Poison: "What a deep brother‑sister bond!"

"Tsk tsk!"

A man with a tangled beard stepped forward, his gaze glued to the handsome junior's face, swiveling back and forth, his Adam's apple twitching involuntarily, a strange desire flashing across his face.

He edged up to the leading brother, lowering his voice yet unable to hide his eagerness: "Brother, that kid's soft flesh—hand him over to me later, okay?"

Having said that, he licked his lips, his gaze growing even more lecherous.

This bearded man was different; he harbored a dragon‑yang affection…

He craved a handsome young boy like that!

"Fine." The leading brother nodded in agreement.

The wind‑eared man scrunched his flat nose into a knot, his slanted eyes glancing at the woman, mocking: "Be a bit sharper, haha…".

"Ah!"

But after two laughs, a chilling scream suddenly exploded.

The nearly two‑meter‑tall A Ming, like an enraged yak, burst straight through the rebels' outer gap, silently charging forward!

A Ming's arm, gripping the wooden staff, bulged with veins; using his momentum, he swung the staff into a blur, whistling through the air, and smashed it hard into the wind‑eared man's face.

The wind‑eared man's pupils contracted sharply, unable to dodge, and the bridge of his nose was shattered by the staff, blood mixing with brain matter spraying out instantly.

His body collapsed backward like a heap of sludge, and the cleaver in his hand clanged to the ground.

A Ming didn't pause; his left foot stepped on the twitching wrist, he bent and snatched the cleaver from the ground.

The rust‑stained blade reflected a cold glint; his grip on the hilt was astonishingly steady, and the blood droplets splashed on his cheek slid down his jaw.

Only bone‑deep cold remained in his eyes.

"Lao Liu!"

"Lao Liu!"

"Lao Liu!"

The surrounding rebels were all stunned, eyes widened, mouths open enough to fit a fist, their mocking arrogance instantly replaced by shock.

A Ming stared at the rebels before him, a fierce curl at his mouth, his voice like ice quenched: "A bunch of scum dare attack my sister and my junior's plan?"

"Go to your death for me!"

Before the words finished, he tightened his grip on the cleaver, took a big stride, and charged into the crowd.

The leading brother finally snapped out of shock; his slanted eyes bulged with rage, he lifted his foot and kicked the stunned man beside him, roaring: "Stop standing there!"

"Cut him up, split him into eight pieces, mince him, and avenge Lao Liu!"

"Kill!"

The rebels, awakened by the shout, instantly reddened their eyes; some brandished cleavers, others swung wooden sticks, all howling.

They swarmed toward A Ming.

"Revenge?"

A Ming let out a contemptuous snort from his throat, a disdainful curl at his mouth, weighed his cleaver, his gaze sweeping the charging rebels like clearing trash: "Just you?"

"Or we should go together to accompany that scum!"

The man at the front was instantly enraged; the bearded man shivered and roared: "Watch the wind, don't let your tongue slip…"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of cold light flashed before his eyes—

A Ming's figure flickered forward, his cleaver cutting the air with a sharp whoosh, cleanly slashing across his neck.

"Ah—!" The man's scream abruptly stopped, blood gushing out, his massive body crashing to the ground, twitching twice before falling still.

"Heh!"

A Ming looked at the man's corpse, emitting a cold snort from his nostrils.

Then, gripping the blood‑stained cleaver, he charged straight into the rebel crowd.

Though his build was massive, his movements were exceptionally swift; each swing of the cleaver sliced the air with a sharp rush, the disorganized rebels before him resembled lambs awaiting slaughter.

Between the cleaver's rises and falls, screams kept echoing—

Some rebels, just as they lifted wooden sticks, were slashed across the shoulder, the sound of bone cracking mingling with wails, especially grating.

Some tried a rear ambush, but A Ming's reverse slash cut their throats open.

Yet within moments, a dozen corpses lay on the ground.

One man who lunged forward wielding a cleaver was, using A Ming's momentum, struck down with both hands from top to bottom, splitting both man and blade in half, blood splattering all around.

A Ming, drenched in blood, his gaze grew ever colder, as if performing the simplest task.

Like a death god descended…

"What a mighty brute force!"

The leading brother froze in place, his enraged slanted eyes bulging as if to pop out of their sockets, the horizontal flesh on his face twitching uncontrollably.

He watched A Ming slaughter his own brothers as if in a deserted realm, the bodies strewn haphazardly and blood covering the ground; his throat felt blocked, his breathing becoming rapid.

After a while, he trembled his lips, his voice filled with incredulous terror, muttering as a howl: "Is… is… he still human?!"

Helian Shi squinted at the battlefield, a flash of admiration in his eyes, unable to help but whisper praise: "What a valiant youth!"

"This strength, this physique—truly a born formation‑breaking general!"

Let someone like this don Iron Armor and wield a horse‑spear, and that becomes a Blade that pierces through battle lines!

"Truly brave!"

"Each move flows naturally, as if heaven‑crafted!"

"Swift and domineering!"

Yuwen Ze, witnessing the scene, was filled with admiration.

"Helian Shi, if this man meets you on the battlefield, how will the final outcome be?" Chen Yan pursed his lips and asked in a low voice.

At that moment, a sentence inexplicably surfaced in Chen's mind:

The divine valor of the feather, unique in all ages.

The guy chopping melons and vegetables in front of me looked just like a humanoid Gundam, a self‑running cheat......

"Hard to say!"

Helian Shi shook his head, thought for a moment, his face heavy, and replied, "He is strong; if he dons armor and wields a spear, Subordinate General might not even be a match!"

Even from this distance, Helian Shi could feel the killing intent emanating from A Ming's body.....

The potential can truly be called massive.

If he gets armor and weapons, and combines them with a battle formation, that kid will only become more terrifying!

Chen Yan exhaled a puff of foul breath, and his heart instantly made a decision; he raised his head and shouted, "All generals, obey! Rescue the civilians ahead!"

"A Xiong, aren't you indifferent to their lives?" Yuwen Ze, seeing this, asked, puzzled.

He clearly remembered his own A Xiong's earlier indifferent expression.....

How can it change just like that?

And besides, they've almost wiped them out; what's the point of going over now?

"This time is a different time!"

Chen Yan smiled calmly, drew his bow and nocked an arrow; the string instantly stretched into a full moon, his gaze, like a hawk's, locked onto the stunned leader.

"Whoosh—!"

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and shrill; Feather Arrow streaked like a black lightning.