Don't force me to use my right fist.

He added another sentence to Saya, while giving Saya a strange look, his satisfied expression making Saya suddenly feel a tightness in his anus.

He was just joking; these people probably don't actually have any special hobbies, right?

"No, if it was a robbery, why were the people who just left allowed to go? There's no difference between the two, is there?" whl

Saya suppressed the urge to hit them and asked them one more question, which was what puzzled him the most.

"Nonsense! Our boss said that robbery is only for the rich. What kind of skill is it to bully the weak!"

As if he were saying something perfectly natural, the bearded man proudly puffed out his chest, as if what he was doing was not robbery, but rather a chivalrous act.

"Wow, you really have principles. But I really don't want to be robbed. How about we just forget about it? What do you guys think?"

Zuo You was amused by what he said. They only robbed the strong and not the weak. No wonder they looked no different from a group of farmers.

To be honest, Sawa doesn't dislike the existence of such people. Having principles is a good thing. Although robbery is not a good thing, it's at least better than bullying the weak.

Perhaps this could be called a righteous thief?

Naturally, Sawa became somewhat interested in the so-called "big sister" they were talking about.

Saying things that were extremely easy to misunderstand, the bearded man even had a smile on his face that sent a chill down Saya's spine.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have any plans to become someone's wife at the moment."

Sōyū's lips twitched. Instead of drawing his Tsuki no Tsuki, he stretched out his hand, grasped the scabbard, and pointed at the other person.

Upon seeing Saya's decision to rebel, the bandits took a step back in fear, clearly feeling a strong sense of threat from the unsheathed Crescent Blade in Saya's hand. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, they pushed out a wine jar, pointing its opening towards Saya.

"As expected, I still need to use the killer copper that the boss gave me to deal with you. (Looks like I have it in my grasp.)"

Sawa felt a sudden sense of déjà vu, but fortunately, the group in front of him didn't understand his吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical remarks); all they did was reveal the truth in front of him.

A strange power emanated from the wine jar. Seeing that the group of people were covering their mouths and noses, waiting for them to be affected, Zuoyou curiously moved towards the direction of that power.

The aroma of strong liquor wafted from the jar, lingering in the vicinity before finally settling on Sōyū's direction.

The strong smell of alcohol vaporized into a fist half the height of a person, and before Saya could even notice, it swung directly at him.

Sawa was genuinely surprised. His lips twitched, and as he gripped the scabbard and held it in front of him, he felt as if he had been hit head-on by a car. A powerful force came from the alcohol fumes that had materialized.

What's even more outrageous is that, as the fist struck Saya Toku's body, he felt as if he had drunk a fine vintage wine, and actually developed a slight intoxication.

"It's quite interesting."

Saya, who stepped back to dodge the second punch formed from alcohol fumes, narrowed his eyes. While this thing wasn't a threat to him in terms of speed and power, its concept was certainly quite good. Having deliberately taken the punch, Saya had figured out its pattern, but the more he did, the more interested he became in the so-called "big sister" the group was talking about.

Even more surprised than Saya was the bearded man and his gang. They had never seen this weapon fail before, and they stared at Saya, mouths agape, in utter disbelief.

"Yes, the boss said that no human could withstand this attack! You must be a monster!"

- The pedestrians' faces showed expressions of fear, and some were even ready to run away.

"Can you guys please stop treating people like monsters every little thing that happens to you? I hate that kind of thing the most, okay?"

- In a flash, Zuo You appeared in front of the group, casually grabbed the incoming ball of energy, stuffed it back into the wine jar, and sealed it.

Chapter 398 Fist Fighting is a Man's Romance

For a group of ordinary humans, especially those who are clearly malnourished, to try to escape from Sōyū's clutches seems like a pipe dream.

Saya, who had quickly laid them on the ground, clapped his hands before walking over to the bearded man who had been deliberately left behind.

Are they still robbing people now?

Right in front of him, he crumpled the hoe in his hand into a ball. Sōyū looked at him with a calm expression, his eyes showing no murderous intent, but he also showed no intention of letting him go.

The bearded man, trembling as he looked at Sōyū, was on the verge of tears, his speech becoming increasingly incoherent.

Who would have thought we'd run into such a tough opponent? Our leader clearly said that with that wine jar in hand, we wouldn't be afraid even if a whole samurai team came.

But who could have imagined that they would end up provoking Saya, this jinx?

Even the trump card given to him by the boss couldn't do anything to him, let alone his bizarre speed that seemed to teleport.

To be honest, Big Beard felt that only his eldest sister could possibly deal with a guy like him if she came in person.

"That's good. Then it's my turn to rob you. Tell me, where is your headquarters? And what's this 'big sister' you're talking about?" wh

Saya, who hadn't even warmed up, slammed the Crescent Moon Blade in his hand onto the ground, stretched, and then asked him a question.

"ha?"

The bearded man was speechless for a moment after hearing Saya's words. How could this jinx have feelings for the eldest sister? Did she want to take down his entire group?

"Don't be surprised, that's exactly what I mean. I'm quite interested in the 'big sister' you mentioned."

With a leisurely snap of his fingers, Saya patiently explained to him.

"Impossible, I would never betray the boss, you might as well kill me."

Suddenly turning his head away, the bearded man, who had unexpectedly become tough, closed his eyes. His face, which looked as if he were going to die for his country, made Sawa wonder if he was some kind of great villain.

He was the one who got robbed, wasn't he?

Why does it seem like this bearded man is the victim?

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Saya stood in front of the bearded man and slowly made a gesture as if drawing his sword.

The Crescent Moon Blade had only been drawn a fraction of its length, but its sharp sword energy already spread out as if it were about to slice the entire bearded man to pieces.

"You could kill me, but I would never betray our boss. She always said that in this world, loyalty is everything."

Even though his legs were trembling uncontrollably, the bearded man kept his eyes tightly closed and stammered as he answered Saya's question.

"Alright then, there's nothing we can do about it."

You dare!

An angry female voice echoed from the sky. As Saya looked up, the bearded man in front of him fainted. A tall, blonde beauty shot towards Saya like a cannonball, her pretty face contorted with rage. Her pale blue yukata-like dress billowed in the wind, revealing a deep cleavage to Saya's chest. However, what truly drew Saya's attention wasn't her two soft, rabbit-like breasts, but rather the single, bright red, drill-like horn on her head. Though incongruous, it unexpectedly added a touch of beauty to her appearance.

And even as they attacked, the large wine bowl-like object they were holding in their hands was even more puzzling. Fighting while carrying a wine bowl—how much do they like that thing?

However, now was not the time for Sasuke to think about that. This guy's speed far surpassed anyone Sasuke had encountered on his way here. After frowning slightly, Sasuke chose...

But the woman in the sky seemed to have some kind of built-in positioning system. After forcibly correcting her impact angle in mid-air, she reoriented herself towards Zuoyou and quickly arrived in front of him.

Without uttering a single word, the woman in the yukata clenched her empty hand into a fist and swung it fiercely at Saya's face.

A powerful whooshing sound rang in Sōyū's ears. If this punch landed, he would be in for a world of hurt.

But Sawa didn't try to dodge anymore. He clenched his fist, saw the trajectory of her fist, and punched her hard.

"Bang!"

The wind pressure generated by the two enormous forces even extended upwards, and a crack spread outwards from him as the center.

Seemingly surprised that Saya would choose such a way to fight her, the tall blonde woman's initial astonishment faded, and a joyful smile appeared on her face.

That expression, as if he'd met his match, suddenly made Sawa wonder if he'd made a mistake. Did he somehow get himself into trouble?

The woman, her attack halted, wore a frenzied expression. Before Saya could answer, she swung her clenched fist at him once more.

The woman, who believed that no one could stand against her with brute force alone, had long forgotten why she came here. As if her fighting spirit had been awakened, all she wanted now was to have a brutal, hand-to-hand battle with Saya.

"No, who are you?"

While complaining about this seemingly crazy woman who appeared out of nowhere, Sōyū's hands didn't stop. He threw another punch, which collided with her not-so-strong fist, sending the woman in front of him staggering back a few steps.

Indeed, fistfights are a man's romance. Compared to casting spells, Saga clearly prefers letting his fists do the talking.

"Interesting! Let's do it again!"

The woman, who had never imagined that she would one day have her pure power suppressed, almost tangibly felt joy in her eyes. After giving Saya a wild smile, she gulped down the wine in her bowl and said...

"Wait! Can you finish speaking before you hit me?"

Sawa raised his hand in a pause gesture, asking with a helpless expression. wht

His response was a punch that seemed to shatter him and the space around him.

Chapter 399 It's Not Impossible

This time, Sōyu did not choose to continue to confront her directly.

Although Saya himself felt that the fight was really exciting, he also realized that if he continued to fight her head-on, the woman in front of him would definitely not stop.

With a quick dodge, Zuoyou dodged the woman's undisguised and feinting punch, then patted her shoulder.

"Hey, can you calm down and let's talk this over?"

His face showed a troubled expression, which, combined with the ground in front of him that had shattered because of this woman's punch, gave off a strangely comical feeling.

"Sure, how about we chat while we play?"

The blonde woman, having missed her target and not getting the desired response, turned around, grinned at Saya, and threw another punch.

Saya dodged the attack once again, clutching his forehead. "Can't she understand human language?"

The fierce wind from the punch made Sōyū's face sting slightly. After rolling his eyes, he reached out and grabbed the small, pale fist that had swung towards him.

Although it's described as a small fist, its power is truly beyond description.

Suddenly releasing all his strength, dissipating the force of his punch, Sōyu calmly looked at the blonde woman.

"Chatting is chatting, fighting is fighting, let's keep things separate, okay?"

Having forcibly stopped the woman's attack, Saya finally realized that this must be the leader the bandits had mentioned earlier, and judging from the horns on her head, perhaps she was one of the demons who mingled with the bandits?

It was this outfit that made Sawa feel somewhat familiar. In fact, there were very few beautiful girls he had ever seen who didn't give him that feeling of familiarity.

If we're really talking about it, it seems like only Zuo Mo is somewhat normal.

"Let go! Are you even a man? You can't even accept a woman's challenge?" The woman, struggling to break free from Saya's grasp, raised her eyebrows. Realizing she couldn't free her hand no matter how hard she tried, she angrily complained to Saya. This guy doesn't seem like some kind of yokai in human form or an onmyoji, so how does he possess this superhuman strength?

The blonde woman, finally realizing that Sawa seemed to be just an ordinary person, frowned.

"That's a bit much. Do you expect me to prove something to you? If you're going to fight, can't you at least explain things clearly before you start?"

Zuoyou rolled his eyes at her, clearly unmoved by her provocation.