Chapter 10

"Remember me, Yelü Ding!"

The young prince of the Khitan, filled with murderous intent, felt an unprecedented humiliation.

At this moment, Yelü Guyu, whose bones had been dislocated, writhed in pain, his true qi surging as he began to realign his bones and correct the disordered meridians. However, as soon as his true qi moved, he felt intense pain all over his body, as if stung by bees, and his bones felt as if they were about to shatter.

The Bone Dislocation Technique, what a tyrannical method!

Gritting his teeth, Yelü Guyu forced his true qi to circulate, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. His body made cracking sounds, and after a long time, he finally stopped.

"Phew!"

He gently exhaled, stood up, and his face was particularly grim.

"Second Sister..."

"What's his name?"

"I don't know this barbarian!" Yelü Ding shook his head.

The guide said, "He is the first warrior of the Jurchen, Dugu Kang!"

"Tell me his detailed background!" Yelü Guyu asked, his face dark, gritting his teeth.

The guide said, "Over a decade ago, a couple arrived at the Wanyan tribe; they were Dugu Kang's parents. Dugu Kang was exceptionally intelligent, speaking at three months old. At five, he began to play and was the leader among children; at ten, he started hunting alone. He was born with divine strength, and by thirteen, he could tear tigers and fight bears. He is the best archer in the tribe, with few rivals. Now, at just eighteen, he is the first warrior of the Jurchen, unbeatable in single combat!"

"You may step down!" Yelü Guyu said, tossing a piece of silver.

The guide happily took the silver and moved aside.

"Don't seek revenge on him!" Yelü Guyu said.

"Second Sister, I want to kill this barbarian!"

"You can't kill him!"

"I am the Prince of Qin, and there is no one I cannot kill!" Yelü Ding said proudly.

"How do you plan to kill him, brother?" Yelü Guyu smiled, "Scholars disrupt the law with their words, and knights violate prohibitions with their martial arts. Those who only know how to fight are brutes; but when a brute has power surpassing the world, he becomes a deity. No one would provoke a deity."

Yelü Ding was taken aback, "Second Sister, what do you mean?"

Yelü Guyu said, "In this world, everyone practices martial arts, but most are superficial and useless. However, some have reached a profound level, becoming terrifying beings that even thousands of soldiers cannot stop, and even emperors fear them!"

"Martial artists have five realms, from lowest to highest: Third-rate, Second-rate, First-rate, Innate, and Supreme. Third-rate martial artists are incredibly strong, with the power to lift a hundred pounds with a single hand. If they join the military, wearing armor and wielding heavy weapons, they are invincible generals. Second-rate martial artists are agile like monkeys, as fast as tigers, and can match ten third-rate martial artists. First-rate martial artists are even more terrifying, with the combat power of ten second-rate martial artists!"

"However, whether third-rate, second-rate, or first-rate, they are all postnatal martial artists. Innate martial artists are in another realm. Postnatal martial artists are like carp, while innate martial artists are like dragons. There are many carp in the world, but those who can transcend the mundane and become dragons, entering the innate realm, are one in ten thousand!"

"Entering the innate realm requires profound wisdom, unwavering determination, and a touch of destiny. I have been at the peak of the postnatal realm for a long time, struggling to advance to the innate realm. I might achieve it tomorrow, or it might take decades, or I might never achieve it!"

Yelü Guyu sighed, "Don't provoke him; he is an innate martial artist. Provoking an innate martial artist for a woman is courting disaster!"

Ordinary people don't know the power of innate martial artists; only martial artists understand their might!

At this moment, Yelü Guyu was at the peak of the postnatal realm, and with her outstanding talent, she was among the best, seemingly just a step away from the innate realm. But that step was the difference between a carp and a dragon, immeasurable!

A woman is just a woman; if she's gone, she's gone. There are plenty of beautiful women in the world; but if you lose your life for a woman, it's not worth it!

But Yelü Ding clearly didn't take it seriously!

"So what if he's an innate martial artist? He's still human!" Yelü Ding said with hatred, "I'll gather an army to surround and kill him. Shield bearers will advance, spearmen will attack, axe and sword bearers will close in, and archers will shoot. I don't believe I can't kill him!"

"You really can't!" Yelü Guyu shook her head, thinking her brother was foolish, "You don't know how terrifying an innate martial artist is. Provoking an innate martial artist is an absolute nightmare! To an innate martial artist, princes and dukes are just bigger ants!"

"I want to see for myself!" Yelü Ding said proudly.

Yelü Guyu didn't try to persuade him further; one must experience the terror of an innate martial artist to truly understand!

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The autumn wind was bleak, and it was already cold in the northeast in July.

A strong wind blew, and the withered leaves fell from the trees, covering the ground in a thick layer. At this moment, a warhorse galloped over, its hooves making a crisp sound on the leaves.

The horse stopped, and Dugu Kang leaped off, followed by Wanyan Yinxing.

"Wood, thank you for saving me!" Wanyan Yinxing said.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall into a fire pit!" Dugu Kang said proudly, "The Khitans are scum! I can tolerate them stealing my goods, but not my woman. I'll break their hands!"

If a man can't protect his woman, what's the point of living? He might as well die!

"After beating the young prince of the Khitans, we've caused trouble. What should we do?" After the joy, Wanyan Yinxing felt a wave of worry.

"Marry me!"

Dugu Kang said.

"What did you say?" Wanyan Yinxing's face turned red, and she was very shy.

"When I heard you were to marry that young prince, my heart ached. I didn't think much and came to find you. You are my woman, and no one can take you away from me!"

Dugu Kang's eyes shone with determination.

"Really?" Yinxing said softly.

"Really!"

Dugu Kang's eyes flashed with joy as he stepped forward and embraced Yinxing. Yinxing only symbolically struggled a little before stopping.

Holding the soft and fragrant body in his arms, Dugu Kang felt extremely comfortable. He lowered his head and kissed her, feeling as if he were sipping honey, his heart filled with sweetness.

"But, you took me away and beat the young prince of the Khitans. They won't let it go!" Yinxing said, leaning against his chest, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I didn't think much about it!" Dugu Kang said, "Life is never peaceful. Even at home, trouble can come. What's the young prince of the Khitans? If he provokes me, I'll tear him to pieces."

As he spoke, a hint of killing intent flashed in Dugu Kang's eyes. He was a martial artist, and martial artists value decisiveness, courage, and fearlessness, not hesitation or indecision. They don't use thirty-six stratagems, nor do they plot or scheme; they only use their fists.

Face enemies with fists!

At the time, he left the young prince of the Khitans alive to teach him a lesson; if the young prince doesn't know his limits, he won't hesitate to kill him!

"My father sold me, and now you've taken me. You are my husband. What should we do?" Yinxing said with affection.

"Let's go to the Song Dynasty! It's a land of flowers and beauty!" Dugu Kang said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. If someone steals your marriage, as long as you have dignity, you won't publicize it. My family and your family will be safe and sound!"

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