Chapter 69

Step by step, Bu Ye kept charging and breaking through the circle of soldiers, sometimes even when he had already broken free, he would not escape but instead retreat back into the crowd. This was because he knew very well that once he was far from the crowd, he would surely become a target for the skilled archers in the army.

Thus, the soldiers, who were originally meant to intimidate the villagers and assert their authority, became the best cover for Bu Ye. Their attacks on Bu Ye were unlikely to cause fatal injuries, but their presence affected the attack angles of the four Xin Yun Awakeners who were chasing Bu Ye closely.

Less than a minute into the battle, Bu Ye was already wounded, and as time passed, his injuries multiplied. When sharp blades and spear tips grazed his body, he first felt a chill, followed by intense pain, over and over again...

But perhaps no one knew that each wound made Bu Ye more calm, and by the time he had over a dozen wounds, he was already icy cold, with no emotion in his eyes.

In this short time, he revisited some of the thoughts he had while lying in the hospital bed. If he had not resisted when Lu Qi ordered the soldiers to take him, what would have been his fate?

Chained and shackled, dragged into the torture chamber, subjected to severe torture, possibly maimed or even killed...

The real issue was that he might be the only one in this world, in the Xiao Kingdom, who dared to resist. Everyone else, when faced with such a situation, had only one choice: to submit.

From the moment he fiercely resisted, the disbelief on the faces of Lu Qi and the other officers, the soldiers, and the villagers was evident. They had never expected him to dare resist.

This was something they could not even dream of, something they would not believe even if their closest friends told them: how could an ordinary civilian, even a Xin Yun Awakener, dare to openly defy the orders of a military officer?

Everyone's mindset was fixed: Bu Ye could only be taken away obediently, with no other possibility. They knew that Bu Ye might suffer greatly after being taken away, and it would be difficult to appeal, but the fixed mindset was the fixed mindset.

The Xiao Kingdom's army and royal authority would not tolerate any challenge! And as a citizen of the Xiao Kingdom, any disobedience was a challenge.

It was that simple.

And it was that simple that countless people in situations like Bu Ye's were imprisoned in anger; it was that simple that when officials said something, it was something, no matter how unreasonable, the people could only obey, paying various taxes and living a life worse than pigs and dogs, barely surviving; it was that simple that no matter how wronged the people were, even to the point of family ruin, they had nowhere to appeal...

And who were the beneficiaries of these infuriating events? The lustful Lu Qi, the corrupt officials who were like parasites, fattening themselves on the people's blood and sweat, and the lawless young masters who coveted a virtuous girl...

They didn't even need to act themselves!

Lu Qi only needed to give the order, and his subordinates would carry it out; the corrupt officials only needed to list the taxes, and their underlings would collect the money; the young masters only needed to say they wanted someone, and their lackeys would help them snatch the person...

Dare you resist?

The army and royal authority do not tolerate challenges!

Do not tolerate challenges, do not tolerate challenges, do not tolerate challenges, everywhere there was no tolerance for challenges!

And as the foundation of the country, the most numerous group, the people, became the most easily challenged and constantly challenged, even to the point of being challenged for fun...

Bu Ye always felt something was missing, that the world should not be like this.

During his days lying in the hospital bed, he found the answer, but it was not a great answer, something he already knew: a supervisor when people like Lu Qi exercised their power.

But all of that was in the past.

As Bu Ye gradually lost the battle against cancer, his worldview shattered, and he had already changed his mind.

He was too lazy to think so much and did not want to argue with anyone. He had no interest; he only cared about one thing: when it happened to him, was it right or wrong?

The soldiers carried out Lu Qi's orders without any hesitation, ready to capture Bu Ye, perfectly embodying the phrase: a soldier's duty is to obey orders.

How noble! How passionate! How great!

But what does it have to do with me?

Your duty is to obey orders, so I should just stand there and let you capture me? Should I willingly be taken to the torture chamber and enjoy all the torture tools?

If you consider the "justice" of the orders you obey, and hear the phrase "a soldier's duty is to obey orders" again, I really want to vomit...

Generalizing, "superior's orders," "orders from a certain lord," and so on, all fall into this category that makes me want to vomit.

So, Bu Ye had long stopped listening to words like "duty" and "mission." To him, they were just a bunch of mindless zombies. Of course, they might have minds, but they chose to forget they had them.

So, if you want to capture me, go ahead!

"Bang!!"

Bu Ye had forgotten how many shields he had taken from the chaos, but he smashed one directly into the head of a soldier who was swinging a sword at him, splattering his brain. As he died, the soldier's sword still had momentum and managed to cut a small wound on Bu Ye's left waist.

This strike slowed Bu Ye down slightly, and the ugly, fat lieutenant immediately caught up, his spear like a python's tongue, aiming directly for Bu Ye's thigh. The battle had lasted ten minutes, and they had not yet captured Bu Ye. Now, they no longer aimed to kill him in one strike but to slow him down.

But with a "whoosh," Bu Ye leaped up again, jumping toward the crowd about seven or eight meters away! This was the tenth or so time he had used this move, and it never failed!

The ugly, fat lieutenant gnashed his teeth and roared, "Shoot!"

Half of the dozen or so sharpshooters hidden in the chaos saw Bu Ye leap into the air and immediately raised their bows to shoot!

Even the ugly, fat lieutenant, with his Xin Yun Twelve Stars, threw his spear with great force, faster than the arrows!

In mid-air, the cancer cells issued a strong warning, indicating the direction from behind. Bu Ye forcibly twisted his body and saw the lieutenant raise his arm, the spear flying out.

His eyes narrowed, and he swung his right-hand shield, not to block but to smash!

The shield in his hand was just an ordinary one, impossible to block the spear, so he had to hit it from the side to knock it off course.

"Clang!!"

"Crash!"

The spear flew away, and Bu Ye's right-hand shield shattered into pieces. The clash between two Xin Yun experts was much more intense than that of ordinary soldiers.

But what no one expected was that Bu Ye gained a significant advantage from this strike.

An ordinary person's thrown spear would have little force, and even if he tried to use it, he wouldn't gain much. However, the ugly, fat lieutenant's throw was over a hundred pounds of force. Bu Ye, with just a side hit, was jolted downward and changed his original trajectory.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!!"

Sharp whistles sounded as the arrows flew over Bu Ye, all missing their mark.

With a "bang," Bu Ye landed heavily on the ground, once again surrounded by the crowd.

He snatched a spear that was thrust at him, raised his right leg, and kicked the soldier holding the spear, sending him flying and landing on the ground, unconscious or dead...

Bu Ye didn't know how many people he had killed, but he held nothing back. Even when attacking with his bare hands, he could deliver a fatal blow.

Twenty? Thirty? Or forty?

It didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that he had no intention of running. Whoever came to kill him, he would kill them!

I don't want to listen to anyone's reasoning. If you're willing to stand there and be killed, then we can talk!

...

Under the moonlight, no one noticed that the four people who fell first at the beginning of the battle were undergoing subtle changes.

A very faint white mist rose from their bodies, floating and wavering, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, carrying a strong sense of evil and hatred, forming a thin layer about an inch thick. However, the white mist seemed to be afraid of something, wanting to come out but hesitating, hiding in their bodies with suppressed hatred.

But as time passed, the white mist on the four bodies became denser, almost unable to hold back.

In the distant flashes of blades and spears, Bu Ye was actually looking for an opportunity, a chance to suddenly activate his third constellation and cut off the tail chasing him.

However, they were four Xin Yun experts, with Twelve Stars, Eleven Stars, Ten Stars, and Eight Stars, and skilled in battle formations. If his first strike failed, he would have little chance for a second.

Bu Ye did not yet know that the ugly, fat lieutenant was named Zhu Kuan, who wanted Luo Xiu even more than Lu Qi and had been secretly planning; he did not know that the tall, thin, bearded lieutenant was named Yu Buren, the most ruthless, who would definitely be in charge of the torture if Bu Ye were captured; he did not know that the two squad leaders were Lu Qi's most loyal dogs, doing whatever Lu Qi told them to do...

But what did it matter?

Bu Ye was going to kill them all!

I am not a good person!