Chapter 147: Retrieving a Life

Save her? Just you?

Jin Buhuan snorted disdainfully.

You don't even see what situation you're in!

You can't even protect yourself, yet you want to save her? What a foolish dream!

Jin Buhuan, you'd better stop!

Luo Shisan scolded impatiently.

Fine, fine, I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing!

Jin Buhuan said, reluctantly letting go of Xiao Yu.

Luo Shisan walked up to Jiang Xiaomu, looking down at him.

Jiang Xiaomu, do you have any last words?

Jiang Xiaomu took a deep breath, striving to stay calm.

Saying anything now is useless; I can only take it step by step.

He glanced at Xiao Yu, who was under Jin Buhuan's control, and silently prayed:

Xiao Yu, you must hold on; big brother will surely rescue you!

Luo Shisan drew his Staff Blade, a cold light flashing.

This sudden change made Jiang Xiaomu's heart tighten; Luo Shisan was about to strike.

Go die!

Luo Shisan let out a hoarse shout, swinging his Staff Blade at Jiang Xiaomu.

In a flash, Jiang Xiaomu lunged forward, grabbing Luo Shisan's sword-wielding wrist and twisting hard.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, Luo Shisan's wrist was twisted out of joint, and his Staff Blade fell to the ground.

Jiang Xiaomu rolled aside, picked up a fallen wooden stick, and turned to face Luo Shisan.

You...

Luo Shisan covered his dislocated wrist, his face full of anger.

He hadn't expected Jiang Xiaomu to dodge his lethal strike and even counterattack.

Jiang Xiaomu said nothing, swinging the wooden stick at Luo Shisan's head.

Although Luo Shisan was blind, his senses were extraordinarily keen.

He sidestepped the stick attack and simultaneously kicked at Jiang Xiaomu's abdomen.

Jiang Xiaomu grunted, being kicked back several steps by Luo Shisan.

He steadied himself and swung the wooden stick at Luo Shisan again.

The two fought back and forth, the battle indecisive.

Although Luo Shisan's Staff Blade had fallen, his fist and foot skills were superb, each move extremely vicious.

Jiang Xiaomu, relying on his agile footwork and the wooden stick in hand, barely managed to fend off Luo Shisan's attacks.

Bang!

Luo Shisan's punch struck Jiang Xiaomu's chest, causing him intense pain and making breathing difficult.

Kid, your skills are decent, but you're ultimately no match for me!

Luo Shisan sneered.

Is that so?

Jiang Xiaomu wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes full of unwillingness to lose.

He swung the wooden stick at Luo Shisan again; this time his attack was fiercer and faster.

Luo Shisan clearly hadn't expected Jiang Xiaomu, after being injured, to unleash such formidable strength, making it hard for him to fend off for a moment.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Luo Shisan's Staff Blade had somehow returned to his hand, and he swung it to block Jiang Xiaomu's wooden stick.

Your luck's not bad, actually dodging my blade.

Luo Shisan sneered.

Hmph!

Jiang Xiaomu snorted coldly, saying nothing.

But your good luck ends here!

Luo Shisan said, swinging his blade again at Jiang Xiaomu.

Jiang Xiaomu hastily raised the wooden stick to block, but Luo Shisan's force was too great, snapping the stick instantly.

Now, what do you have to rely on?

Luo Shisan grinned wickedly, raising his Staff Blade to deliver the final blow to Jiang Xiaomu.

At that moment, his wicked grin froze on his face.

Instead of the expected desperate scream from Jiang Xiaomu, a piercing metallic screech rang out.

A dagger had somehow appeared in Jiang Xiaomu's hand, barely blocking the falling Staff Blade.

The blade scraped against the dagger, sending out sparks.

Luo Shisan stared, not expecting Jiang Xiaomu to have a hidden move.

And Jiang Xiaomu, seizing the moment Luo Shisan was stunned, kicked him hard in the abdomen.

Ugh!

Luo Shisan grunted, staggered back, and sat down hard on the ground.

Blind man, that's all the skill you have!

Jiang Xiaomu spat a mouthful of bloody saliva, clenched his dagger, and his eyes turned fierce.

Luo Shisan, furious from shame, struggled to his feet, brandishing his staff blade again with a fierce killing intent.

You little bastard, you're asking for death!

He roared, thrusting his staff blade at Jiang Xiaomu like a venomous snake.

Jiang Xiaomu dared not be careless; he sidestepped the attack, and his dagger stabbed out like a spirit snake, aiming straight for Luo Shisan's throat.

Although Luo Shisan couldn't see, his senses were extraordinarily keen; he turned his head to dodge the dagger and simultaneously threw a heavy punch toward

Jiang Xiaomu's chest.

Bang!

Jiang Xiaomu was hit again, he let out a muffled groan, his body flew back and slammed heavily onto the ground.

Cough cough...

Jiang Xiaomu struggled to rise, but felt excruciating pain all over, as if his body were about to fall apart.

Luo Shisan pressed closer step by step, the cold light of his staff blade flashing before Jiang Xiaomu's eyes.

Kid, your luck has run out!

Jiang Xiaomu gritted his teeth; he had already reached a desperate situation.

But he did not give up; he endured the pain, gripped his dagger again, and prepared for a final all‑or‑nothing strike.

Luo Shisan gave Jiang Xiaomu no chance to catch his breath, waving his staff blade and attacking him like a violent storm.

Jiang Xiaomu struggled to block, but his movements grew slower and his wounds more numerous.

Clang!

The dagger blocked the staff blade's attack again, but this time the impact split Jiang Xiaomu's tiger's mouth, and blood flowed down along the dagger.

Luo Shisan grinned wickedly, stepping closer to Jiang Xiaomu step by step.

The staff blade dragged along the ground, emitting a piercing screech, each strike beating against Jiang Xiaomu's heart.

You little bastard, it's over!

His hoarse voice was full of the joy of victory.

Jiang Xiaomu lay on the ground, wracked with pain throughout his body, breathing difficult, and the world before his eyes began to blur.

He felt the shadow of death enveloping him, icy fear surging from his soles to the top of his head.

Could it be that he was really going to die here?

He was unwilling! His sister was still waiting for him…

Just as Luo Shisan's staff blade was about to fall, Jiang Xiaomu suddenly raised his hand, a cold light flashing from his sleeve.

A sleeve arrow shot forth with a piercing sound, precisely striking Luo Shisan's throat.

Uh...

Luo Shisan looked in disbelief at the sleeve arrow lodged in his throat.

He never imagined that this brat, whom he regarded as an ant, actually had a hidden move.

The staff blade in his hand fell limp, his body slowly collapsing with a dull thud.

Jiang Xiaomu exerted his last strength and struggled to his feet.

He glanced at Luo Shisan on the ground, looked around, but did not see Jin Buhuan's figure.

Damn it, that old fox really got away fast!

But now was not the time to quibble; Jiang Xiaomu stumbled over to Jiang Xiaoyu, who was tied to the pillar, cut the ropes, and rescued her.

Xiao Yu, are you all right?

Jiang Xiaoyu clung tightly to Jiang Xiaomu and burst into tears.

Brother, I'm scared…

Don't be scared, brother is here.

Jiang Xiaomu gently patted his sister's back, comforting her.

Although he himself was covered in wounds, he had to stay strong; he was his sister's only reliance.

The brother and sister supported each other, walking step by step back to the tavern.