Chapter 45

Huh~

The night wind blew, and occasionally snowflakes fell.

Yang Yu wiped his blade with the accumulated snow, glancing at the distant mountain stronghold, analyzing the terrain and direction.

Although he had the intention to take down this stronghold, he was well aware that despite his decapitation technique, his stamina was short, and he must not get trapped in a包围.

Not to mention stepping into someone else's territory.

These bandits wouldn't abide by the Ming dynasty's laws prohibiting weapons, armor, and bows, even if they might not truly have them, one couldn't be too careful.

"Is there really someone so fearless?"

Before seeing it with his own eyes, Han Jiang didn't believe that a young, inexperienced boy, even if he had somehow changed his blood, would dare to charge into their stronghold alone.

But after seeing it with his own eyes, he had to believe that there were indeed such fools in the world.

"Wu Na, you have some nerve! Killing my brothers, you not only don't run, but you dare to come and provoke us!"

Han Jiang took a deep breath and shouted loudly, his voice full of anger:

"I'll feed you to the dogs!"

"If you have the guts, come on!"

Yang Yu's voice was also loud, but he only hooked his finger, taunting to the extreme, making Han Jiang howl in rage:

"If you don't dare to come out, it's not your fault, it's just that your parents didn't give you a pair of balls!"

"Little bastard, little bastard!"

Han Jiang, enraged, roared and raised his knife, ready to charge down.

But the woman in red stopped him, whispering: "Be careful, it might be a trap! What if Wang Wu is lying in ambush below...?"

Han Jiang, enraged, came to his senses, suppressing his anger, and said in a low voice:

"Old Two, you go and take down this little bastard!"

"Huh?"

The effeminate man still didn't believe this boy would come alone, and hesitated:

"Boss, it might be a trap..."

"Huh?"

Han Jiang's tone rose: "What? With me backing you, you're still not confident?"

"This..."

The effeminate man cursed in his heart, thinking, "Just because you're afraid of a trap, does that mean I'm not?"

Glancing at the woman in red, he had an idea and said:

"This boy can kill Old Four, he's probably not much worse than me. To be safe, let's have Sister Three lead some people and go with me?"

"Hmm..."

Han Jiang hesitated for a moment, then nodded and shouted, opening the stronghold gate.

The woman in red, though unwilling, had to pick up her twin knives, select a few subordinates, and go out with them, charging forward with her knife and sword.

"Based on the information I've forced out these past few days, this stronghold is very small, with less than two hundred able-bodied men. Those who have changed their blood, including those I've killed, number only four."

Yang Yu held his blade in front of him, making a plan in his mind.

"Little bastard!"

The effeminate man flicked his long whip, making a 'snap' sound, his eyes cold as he slowly approached like a venomous snake.

Behind him, over twenty bandits, led by the woman in red, spread out in a circle, surrounding the two of them.

Huh!

As the effeminate man flicked his whip, the bandits also acted, shouting to distract Yang Yu.

A cloud of white powder was thrown at him.

"Quicklime powder!"

Yang Yu sneered. He wasn't new to dealing with bandits and wasn't fooled by such tricks.

Almost as soon as the quicklime powder was thrown, he lunged forward, his long blade sweeping like a crescent moon, aiming for the effeminate man.

"Hmph!"

The effeminate man grunted, his long whip retracting, the iron-spiked tip aiming for Yang Yu's back of the head.

Huh!

Yang Yu dodged the whip with the Wind Chasing Steps, simultaneously blocking the woman in red's twin knives.

Since refining the Ghost Head Blade, Yang Yu didn't know how advanced his sword skills had become.

But as soon as he engaged in combat, he could clearly sense any movement within a ten-foot radius, and his sword skills could change according to his will.

Unless his speed and strength completely overwhelmed him, it was impossible for him to be ambushed.

Even if surrounded, as long as his internal energy wasn't exhausted, he could move freely.

In a short time, he could kill two or thirty bandits who hadn't changed their blood.

"Did this boy start practicing sword skills in the womb?"

The woman in red felt immense pressure.

No matter how she attacked, her moves were easily countered, while the boy's casual strikes left her flustered.

Clearly, this boy was only sixteen or seventeen, not necessarily stronger or faster than her, yet his sword skills were so seasoned.

She was distracted, but the effeminate man, who was the first to face the attack, was already sweating profusely, only able to defend and unable to counterattack.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

The effeminate man was startled to see a bandit clutching his throat and falling to the ground, and he shouted: "Little brat!"

He was furious, and the woman in red was enraged. If she hadn't dodged quickly, her arm might have been cut off by that strike.

Swish!

Almost instantly, the two of them, their blood boiling, charged forward, roaring as they launched their killing moves.

One used the long whip to strike at the chest, abdomen, and forehead, while the other crouched low, her twin knives moving like snakes, targeting the lower body.

But to their shock, this young boy, despite his youthful appearance, had incredibly seasoned sword skills, calmly and steadily blocking their repeated attacks.

He showed no weakness and even managed to kill seven or eight bandits in the chaos.

The remaining bandits fled in panic.

But he still managed to kill one more in the chaos!

Clang!

Another strike, and the woman in red finally screamed:

"Boss!"

"Little brat!"

Han Jiang, already furious, hearing the woman in red's scream, jumped down from the stronghold gate with his chain hammer, stomping the ground and charging forward, ready to join the battle.

Suddenly, a cold laugh reached his ears.

"Huh?!"

Han Jiang turned around and saw a man stepping through the snow in the distance. It was none other than Wang Wu.

"Damn! It's a trap!"

His heart raced, his blood boiling, and he roared, his aura surging:

"Everyone, attack!"

With a roar, the bearded giant advanced, charging toward the battle.

Having seen Wang Wu in action, he knew that facing this blood-boiling bailiff, he wouldn't stand a chance, let alone escape.

His only hope for survival was the young bailiff!

"Looking for death!"

Behind Wang Wu, several militiamen roared and charged forward.

Tan Hong frowned, ready to charge, but was stopped.

"No rush!"

Wang Wu crossed his arms, walking slowly:

"Since this boy has the courage to come alone, he must have a way to escape... Let a few go to practice their skills.

You don't need to go."

"Escape?"

Tan Hong shook his head in disbelief.

Though he only glanced, he could see that the stronghold leader with the chain hammer was clearly a twice-blood-changed expert.

Add the other two twice-blood-changed experts, and even he might not have a sure win.

"How did they come?"

Though he couldn't see behind him, the cold laugh and angry shouts made Yang Yu's heart tighten, his blood boiling.

"Can't let them steal the kill!"

He roared in his heart, his body burning, his internal energy surging!

"Ah!"

Before the chain hammer could strike, Han Jiang heard two screams almost simultaneously.

"What?!"

He was shocked to see two grotesque heads fly high, blood spurting from their necks.

At the same time, a blood-soaked figure emerged from the blood mist, eyes red, a cold blade flashing, sweeping horizontally, making him feel completely helpless.

What sword skill?

"What?!"

Wang Wu's heart skipped a beat, startled by the sharp and ruthless sword skill.

Behind him, Tan Hong and the other militiamen were speechless.

One strike, and two blood-changed bandits were killed?

"This, what kind of freak?!"

The cold blade approached, and in Han Jiang's wide eyes, the young, incomprehensible face was reflected.

In the next instant, the blade cut through the chain, severed the fingers, and sliced through the thick arm, passing by the neck!

Swoosh~

The large head flew high into the air.

The blood, spurting several feet high, splashed onto the faces of the militiamen who had just approached.

Huh~

The blade, like a dragon, passed through the blood mist.

In the stunned gaze of the three, it passed through the hair, hanging three heads on the blade tip.

Yang Yu turned, looking at Wang Wu, the blood dripping from the blade to the ground:

"Three blood-changed heads, what's the price?"