Wandering Swordsman |

Soon, the three bandits caught up with Shen Mo and surrounded him and the girl. One of the bandits said viciously, "You little brat, you dare to steal someone right under my nose. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Seeing this, the girl was afraid that her savior would be hurt, so she hurriedly said, "You let him go. I ran away on my own. It has nothing to do with him."

However, the bandits remained unmoved. One of them sneered, "Little girl, do you think we're fools? None of you are leaving here today."

Shen Mo's heart tightened, but he didn't show any fear. He held the girl's hand tightly, trying to comfort her. The bandits were closing in, and Shen Mo knew the situation was critical, but he didn't intend to give up easily.

"Stop!" Just then, the bandits suddenly heard a shout.

Just then, the boy who had fought the bandits to a standstill came running out of the woods. He was agile and swift, and in a few leaps he was beside Shen Mo and the girl.

After the boy stopped, he said coldly, "My good sons, why did you run off without saying goodbye to your father?"

Although the bandit leader was angry, after the fight, he knew that this boy was not someone to be trifled with, so he simply snapped, "You brat, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!"

The boy gave a disdainful smile and said, "What if your father insists on meddling in other people's business today?"

Upon hearing this, the other two bandits hesitated, unsure whether to attack. They then turned their gazes to their leader. The leader's eyes flashed with a ruthless glint: "You brat, it seems you won't learn your lesson until you're faced with death!"

The boy smiled knowingly, seemingly trying to provoke the bandits: "Father, I'm still young. You can keep the coffin for yourselves later."

It seemed the skilled young stranger had made up his mind to help. Shen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling extremely grateful to the stranger. The girl also breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes fixed on the boy with expectant eyes.

The bandits attacked again, but the boy was fearless. He moved with the agility of a hawk. He threw a punch, sending one bandit staggering back two steps. Then, he dodged to the side, avoiding another bandit's attack, and delivered a kick to his opponent's stomach.

Shen Mo and the girl stepped aside, watching the boy's battle with the bandits with bated breath. Every movement of the boy was full of power and agility, and every counterattack was precise and forceful.

He moved with the ease of a martial arts master among the three bandits, preventing them from getting close. However, in this fight against three opponents, despite the boy's exceptional skills, a decisive victory could not be achieved immediately, and the battle reached a stalemate.

Shen Mo watched the stalemate with bated breath, knowing that if the boy lost, his own fate would be predictable. At this moment, he and the boy were like grasshoppers on a string, their destinies inextricably linked. Although the boy's skills were exceptional, he couldn't easily gain the upper hand against the combined attack of three. Shen Mo also understood that the longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for the boy.

Watching the boy fiercely fight the bandits, Shen Mo grew increasingly anxious. He knew he didn't know martial arts, but he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Shen Mo clenched his fists, his mind racing: if the boy were to lose, both he and the girl would be in grave danger. He decided that he had to help the boy fight the bandits no matter what.

At that moment, Shen Mo noticed that the bandits' attention was entirely focused on the boy, and they didn't notice him and the girl. Shen Mo made up his mind, quietly picked up a branch, and carefully circled around to the back of one of the bandits.

Shen Mo's heart raced, but he knew that this was his only chance.

He held his breath, trying not to make a sound, and slowly approached the bandit. In the blink of an eye, Shen Mo seized the bandit's defensive weakness, picked up a tree branch from behind his back, and unleashed the first three moves of the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique at the bandit's vulnerable back.

Although Shen Mo's movements were clumsy, the power of the first three moves of the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique was clearly not to be underestimated. The bandit felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, followed by an instant wave of dizziness. With a scream, the bandit collapsed in front of Shen Mo, his vision going black.

Seeing the immense power of the first three moves of the Heavenly Gang Sword Technique that he had just learned, Shen Mo himself could hardly believe it. He stood there, stunned, the branch in his hand still trembling slightly.

The boy and the other two bandits turned to look at Shen Mo. Seeing this, the boy was overjoyed and shouted, "Brother, well done!"

The two bandits looked on incredulously, but as the boy pressed his advantage, their expressions turned to unease. Not only were they now one less person to restrain the boy, but they also had to keep an eye out for Shen Mo's sneak attacks.

Seeing that the two bandits were somewhat flustered, the boy knew that victory was just around the corner.

Immediately, the boy seized the opportunity to intensify his attack, throwing a punch that knocked one of the bandits to the ground. Seeing this, the other bandit felt hopeless and turned to run away. However, just a few steps after turning around, he was kicked to the ground by the boy who had caught up with him.

Seeing that all the bandits had been defeated, Shen Mo acted swiftly and decisively. He first checked whether each bandit was truly incapacitated. After confirming that they were temporarily unable to move, he gathered them into a group and then tightly bound their hands behind their backs with rope. Each knot was tied very tightly to ensure that the bandits could not easily break free. Then, he used the extra rope to tie the hands of three bandits together, forming a sturdy unit, so that even if one of them regained consciousness, he would not be able to act alone.

The boy watched Shen Mo's actions from the side and nodded approvingly, "Not bad, brother, you are very meticulous in your work."

Shen Mo, slightly out of breath, said, "Thank you for the compliment, brother. I just don't want them to attack us again once they regain their senses."

The young man's expression softened upon hearing this, and he clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, saying, "Brother, you are truly admirable for your thoughtfulness. My name is He Yun, may I ask how you should address me?"

Upon hearing He Yun's praise, Shen Mo showed a hint of shyness, appearing somewhat embarrassed. After a moment, Shen Mo quickly composed himself, cupping his hands in greeting and saying, "Brother He, my surname is Shen, and my given name is Mo."

At this moment, after Shen Mo and He Yun finished introducing themselves, the woman suddenly stepped forward, her eyes filled with gratitude, and bowed, saying, "Young Master Shen, Young Master He, thank you for saving me."