The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 30 Accident
All the bandits stood frozen in place.

One second he looks like a rich young master covered in cream, the next he suddenly transforms into a suit-wearing thug who beats people to death with his bare hands. This astonishing contrast makes some people think they are hallucinating.

The bald man at the head of the group was the first to react, his face turning ashen as he forced out a sound through clenched teeth.

"I misjudged him; I didn't expect him to be a martial artist."
Kill him!

The remaining bandits suddenly realized they had been tricked by the people in front of them. They all gritted their teeth and pounced on the attackers. Even the few who had been shot and wounded struggled to their feet with their knives.

These bandits all used large swords, similar to the upper half of Guan Yu's sword.

The blade is wide, and a black ribbon hangs from the back of the hilt.

Two bandits, one on the left and one on the right, slashed fiercely at Fu Juemin, their broadswords cutting through the air and creating a sharp whistling sound.

Fu Juemin took half a step back and suddenly spoke: "That two million silver dollars...we don't want it anymore?"

The two paused slightly, and Fu Juemin waited for his opportunity to strike.

With both arms outstretched, they suddenly grabbed the two men by the neck, like two white pythons.

Once that mental barrier is broken down, things that seemed impossible before suddenly become simple.

Entangling Dragon!

Fu Juemin suddenly spread his fingers wide, grabbing the necks of the two bandits on either side, and with a slight force...
"Click——"

With the added power of a ten-point attack, he easily snapped the necks of the two bandits as easily as he twisted hemp stalks.

He loosened his grip, and the two of them slumped down, limp and powerless.

The bandits who were following behind the two men were stunned, seemingly never expecting their companions to fall so quickly.

Fu Juemin took half a step forward and then kicked him.

Beneath his suit trousers, his suddenly taut calves struck the bandit's chest like a cannonball.

The latter's chest caved in without him uttering a sound. He flew backwards along the ground, glided across the grass for a while, and then knelt down, completely motionless.

Fu Juemin bent down and dusted off the dirt on his leather shoes. He looked around and saw that the remaining bandits were looking at him as if he were a ghost.

Even though they were still holding knives, they were unconsciously taking steps backward.

Just as Fu Juemin was about to randomly select another unlucky victim, a large sword, much wider and thicker than a normal sword, suddenly appeared without warning and slashed down at his face.

Fu Juemin's pupils contracted slightly, and his body reacted by dodging backward.

The broadsword sliced ​​through the air, then swung down with a flick, sending up a clump of scattered grass and leaves.

Behind the broadsword was a bald man with bloodshot eyes. His muscles rippled with each swing of the broadsword, making him look like a mad tiger baring its teeth and claws.

'Bone forging?!'

Fu Juemin judged the approximate strength level of the bald, burly man by the speed and force of his knife strikes.

The disadvantage of unarmed fighters against those armed was vividly demonstrated at this moment. The bald, strong man had a knife and must have learned the corresponding knife skills. As a result, even though Fu Juemin was stronger and faster than the bald, strong man, he could only dodge and retreat under the bald, strong man's attacks and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

"Tear--"

The three buttons on the waistcoat of the suit were all popped off, revealing a narrow, neat slit on the white silk lining inside.

Fu Juemin stood up somewhat awkwardly, looking down at his torn clothes. He wasn't injured this time, but it was hard to say what would happen next time.

The sparring in the training room is indeed completely different from the life-or-death battles encountered in the wild.

Fu Juemin sighed inwardly. He saw the bald, burly man slashing at him fiercely with his knife again, but this time, he seemed to have lost all desire to dodge.

"Kid, I'll break one of your arms first!"

Seeing that Fu Juemin was standing still without dodging or avoiding, the bald, burly man's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he grinned as he slashed at Fu Juemin's shoulder with his knife.

However, as his knife fell straight down, Fu Juemin, who had been standing still, suddenly twisted strangely, like a limp noodle.

He dodged the blow by staying close to the blade and darted in front of him like a ghost.

The bald, burly man was stunned, still reeling from the bizarre scene before he saw Fu Juemin raise his hand, and then, he lost consciousness.
Fu Juemin's right fist touched and withdrew from the bald, burly man's Adam's apple as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water.

This move used the Piercing Fist from the Five Elements Tongbei style. He wasn't very good at it, but with a ten-point attack bonus, it was enough to easily break the bald, muscular man's entire neck. With a crisp "crack," the bald, muscular man's head drooped down, and he collapsed to the ground.

"call--"

Fu Juemin let out a breath, his body, which had been tense from the bald, burly man's fierce attack with a large knife, finally dared to relax.

After activating [Soft Bones], the battle immediately became much easier.

The bald, burly leader fell down, leaving only three bandits who had been shot earlier alive.

Seeing the corpses of their companions scattered on the ground, the three men turned and ran without saying a word.

Fu Juemin casually picked up the knife that the bald, burly man had thrown on the ground, thought for a moment, and then followed him.
Five minutes later, Fu Juemin stood amidst a pile of corpses, carefully wiping the bloodstains from his hands with a white silk handkerchief he carried with him.

Only after half a white silk cloth was stained red did he casually toss it on the ground.

Only now did he have time to savor the feeling of killing someone.

There wasn't anything particularly special about it; I didn't feel nauseous or vomit, nor did I feel any lingering fear or trembling. I just felt—

Human life is such a fragile thing, like paper; it can be torn apart with a gentle touch and never be put back together.
Looking around the battlefield again and counting the number of bandits once more, Fu Juemin inadvertently glanced at a sack lying flat on the ground and remembered that there was still a living person on the field.

The woman who had been kidnapped by the bandits was so terrified by the commotion outside that she lay motionless on the ground.

Fu Juemin stepped forward slowly, his gaze falling on the tear in the sack.

Half of a light jade-colored soft satin cheongsam slid out of the bag, the fabric embroidered with sparse orchid patterns.

Beneath the hem of her robe, a pair of calves were dazzlingly white, like the finest mutton-fat jade. Her shoes were nowhere to be seen, and her feet, covered in mud, were bent awkwardly.

Judging from her attire, she seems to be a young lady from a respectable family.

Fu Juemin bent down slightly, reached out and pulled hard along the existing tear in the sack.

"His-"

The bag burst open, revealing a woman's face.

She was around thirty years old, with delicate features, and showed little sign of panic.

Her calm eyes met his gaze, and she blinked at him twice as her eyes sparkled.

"Hmm."

Fu Juemin understood and immediately took out the wad of cloth stuffed in her mouth.

"cough cough"

The woman coughed twice quickly, then hurriedly looked up towards the cart, speaking rapidly and clearly: "Quick! There's another one over there!"

Fu Juemin suddenly stood up and looked in the direction she was looking—there was a tattered sack curled up in a ball under the cart.

They were actually tied up as a pair.

He quickly stepped forward and deftly untied the knot.

But when he saw the face of the person in the sack, Fu Juemin suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed from outside the woods.

A moment later, a handsome young man dressed in a gray Zhongshan suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses rushed in, calling out anxiously.

"Le Yi!"

Immediately afterwards, a large number of police officers, armed with foreign guns and dressed in blue and black uniforms, filed in.

Qian Fei and Ma Daikui were among them. As soon as they saw Fu Juemin, they immediately led their men to run towards him.

"Master."

Fu Juemin narrowed his eyes and slowly stood up.

(End of this chapter)