Chapter 1781: Chapter 1781

"Hmm, this blade is not bad." You seem to have taken a liking to the big blade in the hands of the burly man, a hint of a smile appearing on your face.

"Hehe, Wuji Zhen Family, looks like we’ve hooked a big fish today! Brothers, kill them for me!"

The mountain bandits shouted in unison, swinging their blades at the caravan members who were already scared out of their wits. Only the armed personnel put up resistance, but their leader was killed due to carelessness first, and soon they were outnumbered and overwhelmed. These mountain bandits were ruthless in their actions, and what made your eyebrows twitch was the discovery that their method of using the blade was very similar to the military. These bandits didn’t even blink when killing, nor did they bother wiping the blood off their faces, in your view, only the veterans of the battlefield would be .

This way, the identity of these mountain bandits was easily revealed.

"So that’s how it is." You smiled, then clenched your fists and swiftly walked towards the struggling group!

Your steps were quick, and ahead, a bandit was chasing the youth who had spoken to you earlier with a raised blade. Seeing you, the youth hurriedly ran towards you, shouting, "Big guy, save me!"

Your stature, even in Yan Province, was beyond normal. The youth was only about 1.7 meters tall, like a child in front of you. The bandit saw you and shouted, gripping his blade with both hands and stepping forward for a fierce stab!

This action further solidified your assumption; it’s one of the basic maneuvers trained by regular soldiers. Unlike infantry, regular troops practice daily in the barracks. You’ve seen their drills, although there are only a few motions, they’re very useful on the battlefield.

Your left foot suddenly stepped forward, and your right hand swung directly at the bandit’s face. The bandit’s facial bones instantly shattered, his entire face caved in and flew back over ten meters, colliding with two others before falling dead.

"Good job, big guy!" the youth shouted, seemingly struck by a thought, urgently telling you, "Big guy, quickly save the people in that red carriage!"

The youth didn’t know that you weren’t there to save anyone; you made a move because you eyed the big blade in the bandit leader’s hand. This blade’s edge gleamed coldly, chopping heads like slicing vegetables — definitely a fine weapon. In such a cold weapon era, a superior weapon carries absolute allure for martial artists.

However, many mountain bandits blocked your way. Hearing the youth’s shout, the bandits thought you were with them and gathered a crowd, encircling you.

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Surrounded, you roared angrily, charging forward like an armored vehicle. Anyone you collided with either suffered an injury or died. Your fist, when swung, created a wind powerful enough to knock someone over. Those struck had their bones shattered and caved in, dying instantly!

"Surround him, shoot arrows!" The bandit leader’s eyes widened, watching as you charged at him, immediately ordering thirty bandits to encircle you, while the outer bandits shot arrows.

With an agile step forward, you suddenly crouched, grabbed a taller bandit like a mere toy, swinging him around. You used him to block several arrows, then hurled him ferociously at the distant archers. The archers never imagined someone could throw a human projectile so far; three were severely injured by the bandit’s lifeless body!

Without giving the archers time to reload, you dashed several steps straight into the bandit leader’s face.

"Don’t come closer!" The bandit leader barely shouted before you snatched his big blade. With a casual swing, you severed his right hand!

Ignoring the bandit leader’s screams, you examined the blade in your hand with satisfaction, then swept across with it, causing his head to fly into the crowd.

"Hmm, not bad." You acted as if killing was just a game, immensely satisfied with the big blade, turning your back on the carriage behind you, and yelled at the surrounding bandits, "Get lost!!!"

This shout was like a tiger’s roar in the mountains and forests, shaking the surroundings, startling a flock of birds.

Among the nearby bandits, one was so scared by you that he collapsed foaming at the mouth, struggling briefly before dying.

"The wind is strong, retreat!"

Facing an unbeatable opponent, the bandits retreated like a tidal wave, leaving behind corpses, mostly from the caravan.

Seeing the bandits depart, you yawned, turned around, and walked away, ready to leave.

"Please wait." Suddenly, a gentle, elegant voice came from behind in the carriage.

"Hmm?" You turned your head to look at the red carriage.

The woman inside did not appear; her voice, capable of provoking infinite imagination, passed unhindered through the carriage, reaching the ears of those nearby: "May I ask this chivalrous man for his esteemed name?"

"I saved you just in passing; no need for names." With that, you left without looking back.

Just as you passed through the crowd, at the very perimeter, you noticed a young man looking at you with hatred. You glanced at him sideways, scoffing inwardly, and left with broad steps.

You were unaware that your towering figure was deeply imprinted in someone’s heart at that moment.

Three days later, Zhen Ding County.

"Hey, I’m looking for someone." You swaggered into a tavern, speaking to the dozing waiter.

The waiter was dreaming on the table and was rudely interrupted. Immediately, he looked up angrily and said, "No time!"

"Bang!" A big blade, gleaming coldly, was placed on the table. When the waiter saw the blade, he reacted as if he’d seen a ghost, stumbling back several steps. You grabbed his collar, lifting him to the table, glaring with fierce eyes, "Got time now?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Sir, please say, I will tell you everything I know!" The waiter no longer dared to be rude.

"Do you know someone named Wang Xi, about forty years old, married?" You spat in the waiter’s face, having already asked all morning in Zhen Ding County without finding a single person who knew Wang Xi.

The waiter shook his head in confusion, replying, "N-no, I don’t know."

"Tch." You clicked your tongue, causing the waiter to jump in fright. He hugged his head and hastily said, "Sir, I truly don’t know, but Wang Er Mazi in town knows many people; maybe he knows."

You were about to leave when suddenly you asked, "Where does Wang Er Mazi live?"