Chapter 7: Strike

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Fang Xiu gritted his teeth, not daring to make a sound. His hand gripping the wooden stick began to tremble. The past few days had gone too smoothly; he had almost forgotten this was a Martial World where knights used martial arts to break prohibitions. In this world, especially for those at the very bottom like him now, life was worthless.

He listened closely, hearing only Mo Laodao and another person's voice, completely unable to sense A Ku's presence.

He instinctively wanted to turn and leave. The life-and-death crisis from when he first transmigrated had passed; Mo Laodao and A Ku were actually useless to him now, and would instead become burdens afterward. He had already found a way to survive, and without those two, things would be easier. Once he returned to Gusu, he could live a comfortable and peaceful life.

Fang Xiu had absolutely no need to take any risks for Mo Laodao and A Ku, even if they had saved his life, even if A Ku made him feel endless pity.

Yet his feet were firmly planted on the ground, not moving an inch. Despite the inner turmoil, he could not take that step to flee.

An adult's bottom line could be very low, but in the end, they still had a bottom line.

By now the fighting sounds had gradually ceased. Inside the ruined house were only Mo Laodao's moans and another person's wild laughter.

Fang Xiu put down the lotus leaf package in his hand and picked up the wooden stick, moving slowly and gently with just his two feet, gradually approaching the ruined house.

"Stinking Taoist priest, didn't expect you actually knew a few moves. Carelessly, you killed one of my brothers."

"That little girl, we've already taken her away. Leaving her here was just waiting for that other brat."

"Qingyu Guan wants the goods urgently; otherwise we wouldn't have taken a fancy to a sickly girl and a lame brat."

Fang Xiu listened carefully to the sounds inside the house and immediately understood that the ones who attacked were those few from the Beggar Sect yesterday. So the goods Qingyu Guan wanted were actually A Ku and himself, or rather, these few Beggar Sect disciples were simply human traffickers.

What would happen to children who fell into the hands of human traffickers, Fang Xiu didn't need to think to know. In this feudal society, being sold as a slave was considered lucky. Fang Xiu dared not think about A Ku's future days. Most importantly, he himself had also become the target of these guys.

"Speak quickly, where did that brat go? If you speak, I'll give you a whole corpse."

"If you don't speak, it doesn't matter either. How big can this Gushan County be? He can't run away with one lame leg."

Hearing these words, Fang Xiu subconsciously closed his eyes. After just two breaths, he opened them again. At this moment, his gaze became even more determined.

What this Beggar Sect person said was correct; Fang Xiu couldn't run away. Since he couldn't run away, Fang Xiu at least had to bite off a piece of flesh from the other side.

He approached the ruined house silently, almost at the door. Relying on Fang Xiu's now extraordinary sense of smell and hearing, as well as the mysterious and profound intuition, a three-dimensional dynamic image of the inside of the house gradually formed in his mind.

The layout inside the house was already clear in his mind. Besides the three piles of straw where people slept and the campfire in the middle, there was only a broken water vat in the corner of the wall and Mo Laodao's various bottles and jars.

There were two places with the smell of blood. One place was extremely thick, as if blood had flowed all over the ground. Presumably, it was the companion killed by Mo Laodao mentioned by the villain. His position happened to be on Fang Xiu's pile of dry grass, with no heartbeat left, confirming death.

The other place had a lighter smell of blood mixed with the body odor that had long permeated Mo Laodao's body. His breathing was gradually weakening, with only one breath left. At this moment, he lay near the campfire.

As for A Ku, the smell on her body had disappeared. There was only a little scattered residue left on the pile of dry grass where she usually slept. She should have been captured by someone.

Besides this, there was no third person's heartbeat at the scene.

And that villain was facing Mo Laodao with his back to the door.

For some reason, Fang Xiu could clearly know this villain's height and build, as well as the short knife waved in his right hand.

A guy under 1.7 meters, slightly chubby, who had practiced martial arts and probably killed people. In this era, he could be considered strong and powerful.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, look what delicious thing I begged for today."

The villain was just about to finish off Mo Laodao when he suddenly heard a confused boy's joyful laughter coming from behind.

Fang Xiu leaned on his crutch and pushed the door open. Although his legs and feet were not good, one could see the joy in his heart at this moment.

The villain also happened to hear the sound and turned his head, meeting eyes with Fang Xiu, whose face was full of delight.

Next came Fang Xiu's cry of surprise: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Big bad guy, was it you who hit my grandpa? Bad guy, I'll fight you to the death."

Fang Xiu's thin body, staggering steps, lifted the wooden stick in his left hand, and made a posture to rush at the villain. He completely looked like an impulsive child who didn't know the depths of danger.

The villain revealed a ferocious smile, not caring at all about Fang Xiu's powerless wooden stick swinging toward him. He held a knife in his right hand and reached with his left hand to grab Fang Xiu's neck.

Just at this moment, the fist Fang Xiu was gripping in his right hand suddenly opened, and a handful of fine sand was thrown toward the villain's eyes.

But this move was completely useless. This villain was probably a First or Second Bag Disciple at the bottom of the Beggar Sect. His martial arts were not high, but he was used to street brawls and had long developed muscle reflexes against petty tricks like sand throwing.

His left hand quickly retracted to block the fine sand thrown at him, while the knife in his right hand was raised to chop at Fang Xiu's wooden stick. At the same time, he cursed in his mouth.

"Little bastard, daring to play dirty tricks with me, you're too immature."

At this moment, there was no more innocence and playfulness on Fang Xiu's face. His eyes narrowed slightly, his complexion was cold and stern. His sand-throwing move had no effect, but he was not panicked at all. Enduring the pain in his left leg, he stepped two steps to the left, coming to the villain's right side, avoiding the direction of the short knife chopping down, while thrusting forward with the wooden stick in his hand.

He knew that even a ten-year-old child using all his strength could not truly injure this villain, and might even have his wooden stick chopped off by the villain's short knife.

So he thrust forward with the wooden stick, aiming straight at the villain's elbow tendon with the tip of the stick. But this could only be considered a feint, just like the sand throwing just now.

His right hand that threw the sand had not yet retracted at this moment. Only to see his right palm open and slap toward the villain. With his height at this moment, he could not reach the villain at all, but a cluster of gray shadow flew out from his hand, shooting rapidly toward the villain's face.

The villain didn't expect that Fang Xiu's palm after throwing sand could actually hide something. Moreover, this time it was not fine sand, but more than ten small stones the size of peanuts. The speed of the stones was extremely fast. He had no time to react at all, and his eye area was immediately struck by the stones, with fresh blood spurting out instantly.

This was Fang Xiu's confidence to dare enter the ruined house and fight the villain to the death. Although he had not practiced martial arts in the 21st century, he had fought a lot in his youth. People from Ludong absolutely did not lack the courage to fight others. Most importantly, Fang Xiu did not know martial arts, but Wu Mianfeng did.

Since last night when Fang Xiu and Wu Mianfeng completely merged memories, everything Wu Mianfeng possessed was inherited by Fang Xiu, especially the martial arts he had practiced for six or seven years.

The Wu Clan passed down martial arts through the family. Clan disciples started standing on piles at three years old, practicing the family's inherited Yan Qing Fist.

After moving to Peach Blossom Island with Feng Heng, he practiced Peach Blossom Island Martial Arts for another five years.

His aptitude was ordinary, far behind his senior brothers and sisters. He was not valued by Huang Yaoshi. In five years, he only learned the most basic martial arts of Peach Blossom Island.

Bibo Heart Technique and Bibo Palm Technique.

These years, Wu Mianfeng studied diligently. Although his progress was slow, his foundation was extremely solid.

Thanks to Gourd Sister, Book Friend 5546, Book Friend 0470, Book Friend 0111, Great Sea Beast, Book Friend 9827, Liyue Frost Snow, Miao Sheng for the recommendation tickets.

Seeing Liyue Frost Snow made me a bit excited. He is also a good friend from the previous book. Thank you for returning. Moved, grateful, thankful.

I thank friends who voted and supported me every day. I once said in the previous book that if too many people supported me and I couldn't write anymore, I would stop writing. But until the last chapter, I was still thanking friends, and there were fewer and fewer people to thank. I hope this won't happen this time.

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