Chapter 16

As Little Mustache's shout fell, the group of bandits still did not make a move.

Looking at these bandits, Little Mustache knew why they were not acting. He quietly gripped the cold handle of the knife in his sleeve and continued to shout loudly, "Actually, these past few days, I have been poisoning him. He is already heavily poisoned and can't even exert thirty percent of his strength."

"Poisoned? No, I am not poisoned." The leader immediately denied it upon hearing this.

"It's no use if you don't admit it!"

Little Mustache shouted, suddenly turned around, and drew a dagger from his sleeve, fiercely stabbing towards the leader on the horse.

His movement was so sudden that the leader only reacted when the dagger was a foot away from his body.

He fell backward, like a vertical iron plate collapsing, and fell off the horse, evading Little Mustache's attack.

However, as soon as he landed on the ground and before he could stand up, three or four bandits with broadswords on both sides swung their weapons down. The remaining bandits finally took action.

Just as the leader was about to be struck by the broadswords, at the last moment, his body twisted strangely, like a snake, making an exaggerated turn to dodge the attack, then quickly stood up.

Seeing the leader's movements, a faint sneer appeared on Little Mustache's face. He had long wanted to be the leader but had always been deterred by the leader's superior skills.

However, a few days ago, the leader was severely injured in a fight with another group of bandits, greatly reducing his strength, which gave him hope.

Among the bandits, his seniority was much greater than the leader's, and it was easy for him to contact a few trusted subordinates.

However, a few bandits had never shown any intention of joining him, which is why he had never acted. Today, however, was a heaven-sent opportunity. The leader had blocked everyone's path to wealth, so as soon as he made a move, his trusted subordinates would respond, and the other bandits would also join in.

Being a bandit was all about money. If the path to wealth was blocked, even the leader would be killed! Before, the other bandits had been hesitant to act due to the leader's strength, but now that he was said to be poisoned, it was different.

However, it seemed that the leader was not really poisoned, but the poison was real.

The scene became extremely bizarre. Over thirty bandits surrounded their leader and began attacking him. Their fierce expressions clearly showed they intended to kill the leader.

Lin Yiming shook his head. The robbery he encountered this time could only be described as bizarre. The leader of these bandits was as amateur as it gets, and before they even attacked him, they started fighting among themselves.

Although over thirty bandits were attacking the leader, the leader's strength was clearly much higher than theirs, and for a while, the bandits could not gain any advantage.

"This leader's strength seems to be on par with mine. His martial arts also appear to be profound, far more advanced than those of the people from the Lost Mountain Gang and Li Yan. But he seems too kind."

Lin Yiming watched the bandits fighting and felt strange. He really couldn't understand how the leader became a bandit. His strength was clearly much higher than the others, but when attacking, he seemed unable to use his full force. Otherwise, there would already be five or six bandits lying on the ground.

The leader's strength was higher than the other bandits, but gradually, whether due to a lack of spirit or other reasons, his movements slowed down, and the other bandits slowly gained the upper hand.

"If this continues, the leader will be defeated."

Lin Yiming clenched his fists. The leader seemed to be a very kind person. Earlier, it was because he didn't want to kill them that Little Mustache incited the bandits to attack him. In fact, he had helped them, while Little Mustache was clearly a despicable person.

No matter what, he had to help the leader.

Lin Yiming pushed off the ground with his legs, channeled his spirit energy, and suddenly rushed into the bandits, throwing a punch at Little Mustache. This kind of despicable person deserved a beating!

Little Mustache had just circled around to the leader's back, intending to launch a surprise attack, when a strong gust of wind suddenly came from behind. He was immediately alarmed. The wind tonight wasn't strong, so such a powerful gust clearly indicated someone was attacking from behind, and the sound of the wind showed the attacker was very strong.

Without turning around, Little Mustache immediately fell to one side. He knew that turning around at this moment would be too late, so he had to dodge backward and hide behind someone else.

Little Mustache's body tilted, and he quickly hid behind another bandit. As soon as Lin Yiming saw him dodge, he changed his move, turning his arm and following through with the punch.

But who knew that Little Mustache would use someone else as a shield, hiding behind them. Lin Yiming's punch hit the back of another bandit, sending him flying several meters before landing on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Little Mustache turned around and saw the person who had attacked him.

"It's you!" Little Mustache's face was cold, and he said coldly, "Kid, this is none of your business. Take your people and get out of here, don't interfere with my business!"

Lin Yiming ignored him and charged at Little Mustache with a punch. He had seen through Little Mustache's despicable nature and knew that talking to him would only lead to a surprise attack, so he decided not to speak to him at all.

"Brat!"

Seeing that the other party not only ignored him but also accelerated his attack, Little Mustache's face turned angry. He held a dagger in one hand and stabbed it at the other's punch.

"Snake Seizing Claw!"

Lin Yiming's eyes turned sharp, changing his punch to a claw and grabbing Little Mustache's dagger. Although his martial arts were called the Great Peng Fist, it included not only fist techniques but also palm techniques, leg techniques, and claw techniques.

The Snake Seizing Claw was a technique for disarming an opponent, said to have been created by the founder of the Great Peng Dynasty after observing an eagle catching a snake.

The Snake Seizing Claw was not difficult to master; even ordinary people could learn it. Many of the old farmers in the village knew this technique, and some even used it to catch venomous snakes and sell them in town.

The key to the Snake Seizing Claw was speed and accuracy.

"Actually, it's the Snake Seizing Claw." When Little Mustache saw the other party's move, he laughed inwardly. A farmer's technique, trying to grab his dagger with a farmer's technique? Was this kid dreaming? If it were an ordinary person, they might have been able to grab the dagger, but with him... this kid was just waiting for his hand to be cut off!

A cold light flashed in Little Mustache's eyes, and he changed his stab to a slash, cutting horizontally. But before he could cut an inch, a seemingly thin hand had already grabbed his wrist.

There was a light "snap." Little Mustache's hand trembled, and his wrist was firmly grabbed! The kid had actually grabbed his wrist using a farmer's technique!

Little Mustache was shocked, but before he could fully recover, he felt the five fingers on the other party's hand tighten like iron bands around his wrist, then forcefully twist it. He couldn't use any strength to resist.

"Crack..."

Little Mustache's dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and then a fist struck his chest.

Struck by the punch, his small body flew backward, landing several meters away.