Chapter 297: Troublemaker

The Soldier waved his hands repeatedly, saying he didn't dare, but the people around had already stepped back to clear an open space. Xiong and the others were not afraid that anything would happen to Baifeng, because Baifeng's combat prowess was beyond doubt; in fact, many of their own fighting techniques were taught to them by Baifeng. Baifeng also had confidence in his own strength. He had studied martial arts for a long time in his past life, but just never had the chance for real combat. In this life, there were opportunities everywhere, and he had also obtained a stronger body. Dealing with a piece-of-trash troublemaker like this, Baifeng was not panicked, especially since he was only using a scabbard; he wouldn't die even if he were struck.

Baifeng was very disappointed in this piece of trash who had been so tough just a moment ago but was now waving his hands repeatedly saying he didn't dare, so he strode forward, scaring the man into taking a few steps back.

Baifeng struck his arm with the scabbard, telling him to hurry up and pick up his Weapon. Since he wanted to resist, he should resist to the end—a piece of trash who couldn't accomplish anything.

Under the influence of the beating and verbal abuse, he finally mustered the courage to pick up the scabbard, but looking at his stance, Baifeng thought he looked just like a monkey holding a stick, not at all like a trained Soldier.

Baifeng did not hold back at all, gripping the scabbard with both hands; although it was a bit short this way, it could prevent him from losing his grip due to too much force, and it was also better suited for Baifeng himself.

Baifeng coordinated his hands and feet, stepping forward with his front foot and slashing with his hand. The troublemaker hurriedly raised his hand to block, but Baifeng took advantage of the momentum to circle around and strike the troublemaker on the lower back with the scabbard.

Baifeng turned around to recover his stance and said to the troublemaker, who was clutching his back, "Come again? Is that all the skill you have? If I were holding a Knife, you would already be dead."

The troublemaker was a bit unconvinced, so he rubbed his lower back, stood up, and faced Baifeng in a stance he considered more serious, though to Baifeng, it still didn't look much different from a monkey.

This time the troublemaker attacked first, striding forward and slashing diagonally at Baifeng. Baifeng dodged by moving back an inch with a small step, and at the same time, struck the troublemaker on the left waist with the scabbard. The troublemaker missed his strike and immediately drew his Knife to slash straight down. Baifeng raised the scabbard at his left waist, parried the troublemaker's Knife, and then struck the troublemaker on the right shoulder.

The entire exchange took no more than a second, and Baifeng had already struck him twice. If this were on the battlefield, the troublemaker would already be dead beyond a doubt. Martial arts are like this; forms are for training muscle memory, and real combat is just a matter of a few moves before life and death are decided.

The troublemaker was still unconvinced and began to slash wildly with brute force, without any technique, but he was still blocked by Baifeng at every turn, and then kicked down by Baifeng during a moment of distraction.

The troublemaker had completely lost his mind; he didn't care at all that he had taken so many hits and just wanted to slash at Baifeng. For a monkey like this who had no skill and no brains, Baifeng did not intend to show any mercy.

In the final exchange, Baifeng struck the troublemaker directly in the face with the scabbard. He fell to the ground, his face swelling up at a speed visible to the naked eye, the corner of his mouth split and bled, and his teeth fell onto the ground.

With this blow, Baifeng estimated that it would be very difficult for him to live in this era. Primitive people relied on their teeth, and at least half of his teeth were now unusable; even if they hadn't fallen out, they were loose.

Seeing that the troublemaker was completely finished, Baifeng couldn't be bothered to look at him and intended to turn back to pick up his own Knife. He didn't expect that just as he turned around, he would hear his tribesmen shout a warning.

Baifeng looked back and saw that the troublemaker had actually picked up a Knife. Because the others had spread out to leave space for Baifeng, it was now too late to stop him.

The troublemaker had lost his mind and was charging at Baifeng with the Knife. Baifeng's Knife was right at his side; he leaned down, drew it, and held it in his hand. Baifeng had originally intended to beat the troublemaker up and send him off to be a Slave to do hard labor for the rest of his life, but he didn't expect him to actually draw a Knife, so there was no need to keep him alive.

The mindless troublemaker still posed no great threat to Baifeng. After two moves, Baifeng's Knife had already slid across the troublemaker's neck.

The troublemaker's eyes widened, and then his head fell from his neck, truly verifying the harsh words Baifeng had said about wanting to leave his neck without a head.

The blood spraying from the carotid artery splashed onto Baifeng like rain, and then the corpse fell limply to the ground.

Baifeng stood holding the Changdao, his whole body stained with blood, scaring the others who had been causing trouble into trembling. However, a few people seemed to have different ideas, because Baifeng saw that although they had lowered their heads, their hands were already resting on the hilts of their Knives.

Baifeng stared at them fiercely and said, "I didn't intend to kill him, but he didn't have the skill and still wanted to draw a Knife. You all remember this: if you don't have the skill, don't think about doing these messy things. Be obedient. Those of you who don't want to die, take off your Weapons, put them on the ground, and kneel properly. If you want to challenge me like him, go ahead and come out. I won't use the scabbard; I'll use the Knife. If you have enough skill to kill me, you might even get to be the Tribal Chief. If you don't have that skill, then hurry up and kneel!"

Baifeng emphasized the last sentence. Everyone hurriedly began to remove their Weapons, but unexpectedly, three troublemakers still held their Knives and took a step forward. However, they immediately realized something was wrong and tried to pretend nothing had happened, throwing their Knives on the ground and kneeling down.

Baifeng would not let this opportunity to resolve the tribe's hidden dangers pass, and it looked like they were the ones who had been the most troublesome.

Baifeng pointed his blood-dripping Knife at the three of them: "You three, I see you intended to challenge me, so why did you kneel down? Pick up your Knives, stand up, and come fight me. What are you afraid of?"

The three of them shook their heads repeatedly, saying they had no such thoughts.

Baifeng directly had Xiong and the others drag the three of them out, and then kicked the Knives toward them: "Come on, since you chose to challenge me, be straightforward. Weren't you quite bold just a moment ago?"

The three of them continued to shake their heads.

Baifeng simply said: "You have no room to retreat anymore. Since you intended to kill me and now say you don't want to, then kneel there and wait for me to cut you down."

As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them first shuddered, then exchanged glances, and unanimously picked up their Knives, stood up, and charged at Baifeng together.

Xiong and the others thought Baifeng was going to fight one-on-one, but they didn't expect it to be one-on-three. This scared them, and they hurriedly drew their own Knives, ready to enter the fray.

Unexpectedly, Baifeng was a step faster than them. Just as the three troublemakers were preparing to charge but hadn't yet set up their defenses, he struck first, cutting off the arm of one of them with a single slash, and then dodged to put distance between himself and the other two.

One of the uninjured troublemakers put distance between himself and Baifeng and ran behind Baifeng. Baifeng thought he was going to use a pincer tactic and was about to respond more carefully, but he didn't expect the man to just run away behind Baifeng without looking back.