Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 550 The mob
In an instant, the battlefield seemed to thunder. Some of the weaker bandits were shaken by the sound containing internal force, and their eyes rolled back as they fainted. If Murong Fu hadn't deliberately held back his power and not wanted to bother with these rabble who knew no martial arts, he could have killed them all on the spot with his internal force.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Wanyan Yingge's pretty face lit up with joy, and the frosty expression on her face instantly vanished: "It's Young Master Murong! Brothers, listen, it's Young Master Murong!"

Upon hearing this voice, Aguda's tense body instantly relaxed. He let out a long sigh and laughed heartily, "What's that saying from the Central Plains? 'Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away!' Girl, you two are destined to be together. You'd better seize this opportunity!"

Yingge blushed slightly, gave her brother a playful glare, pursed her red lips, but didn't say anything back. She tacitly accepted her brother's teasing. Thinking of the upcoming reunion, her heart felt like a war drum beating, ready to leap out of her chest at any moment.

When the bandit leader Wu Sanqi heard this ethereal and distant voice, which sounded like a divine decree, his withered and ugly face turned pale with fright. He was especially furious when he saw his men around him staggering and useless, which made him dizzy with anger.

Even more ignorant subordinates took the voice as a divine manifestation. Their knees buckled, and they knelt on the ground, chanting incantations. In an instant, they had begged every god and Buddha in the heavens.

Fortunately, Wu Sanqi had some knowledge and had spent his early years in a small sect in the martial arts world. After a little thought, he realized that it must be a senior master with extremely high internal strength passing by and making a move in secret.

Thinking this, Wu Sanqi felt a little more at ease. He thought to himself, "Hmph, all talk and no action. Since you're all alone, there's nothing to be afraid of. After all, can you really fight us all head-on? I have over a thousand men under my command. Even with your great abilities, what can you do?"
With this thought, Wu Sanqi suddenly became bolder, holding his head high and puffing out his chest like a rooster that had regained its confidence. He shouted, "Who is this expert passing by? What brings you here? I am Wu Sanqi of Woniu Village, the chief of the Wu family. Today I'm doing a business deal here that requires no capital. I hope you will be lenient and not meddle in my affairs. I will surely repay you handsomely in the future."

He strained his hoarse voice, trying to make it carry as far as possible, but in the cold wind it was as faint as a kite string. If Murong Fu hadn't had excellent hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear what he was saying at all.

Murong Fu almost burst out laughing when he heard the bandit-like slang. This scoundrel, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, had become an accomplice of the government and was now incredibly arrogant. He had originally planned to capture the kid and teach him a lesson, but it seemed the kid hadn't seized the opportunity.

Murong Fu sneered and said softly, "You are not worthy to know my name. Your disrespect for me and your ignorance of death are your first crimes—you are blind to my true nature. Your gathering of followers in the mountains and causing havoc in the region is your second crime. Having committed these two crimes, I should have made you suffer. However, you are merely a lowly petty thief, not worthy of my killing you. Gouge out one of your eyes and cut off one of your arms and one of your legs. I will spare your life."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sanqi was so angry that he almost burst out laughing: "Where did this madman come from? Spouting nonsense? Hmm? You don't even dare to show your face, hiding in the shadows and spouting a few big words, and you want me to mutilate my body? Are you still not awake?"

Murong Fu sighed, then pressed down lightly with his five fingers, an invisible force carrying a small handful of pebbles to a stop in his palm. Murong Fu hooked his thumb around his middle finger, pressing down on a small stone, and with a slight exertion of his fingertip, with a "whoosh," as if a bowstring had been pulled, the small stone shot away like an arrow launched by a mechanism.

Wu Sanqi had just burst into laughter, mocking his opponent's arrogant and overconfident words, when a dark shadow swiftly struck his right eye. Wu Sanqi only felt a blur before his eyes, followed by intense pain that spread throughout his body. A flower of blood bloomed in his eye, and before Wu Sanqi could even let out a scream, another flower of blood bloomed. In an instant, this bandit leader, who was somewhat notorious in the Jingdong Road area, had both his eyes disabled.

Murong Fu flicked his fingers repeatedly, not bothering to aim, as long as he hit someone, that was enough. Each stone he threw was accompanied by a howl of a ghost, and the already disorganized mob scattered in a panic.

This finger-flicking technique was invented by Murong Fu to amuse children. It was basically useless against experts of the same level, but it was a godsend against ordinary soldiers. In Murong Fu's hands, a handful of stones were both accurate and ruthless. Every stone he flicked out shattered into a pile of powder the moment it hit a person. The impact was enough to carve a bloody hole in an ordinary person who did not know martial arts.

Faced with attacks they couldn't comprehend, this rabble finally broke down.

Aguda, who was behind the caravan, immediately noticed the enemy's change and was overjoyed. He waved to his dozens of subordinates and said, "All those who are not injured, mount your horses with me. This is a rare opportunity. Let's crush these scoundrels and vent our anger!"

Instantly, dozens of Jurchen men mounted their horses in unison, brandishing their bows and arrows and spiked clubs, and charged out of the protection of the wagon formation, heading towards the enemy.

These bandits were nothing more than a motley crew of desperate thieves who banded together to rob and plunder. They only bullied small groups of passing merchants because of their superior numbers. After dozens of them were shot down by Aguda and his men, their morale was already low. Then, they were ambushed by hidden weapons from who-knows-where, and their morale collapsed. When the fierce Wanyan tribe's cavalry charged at them, they scattered like wolves and pigs, each fleeing for their lives.

Aguda spotted Wu Sanqi, who had been blinded, and with his long, agile arms, he lifted the bandit leader by the neck and knocked him unconscious with a chop to the neck, silencing his wailing. He then tossed him to his companions behind him and said, "Tie him up. We'll interrogate this scoundrel properly later with a whip dipped in salt water."

The ensuing battle was swift and decisive, as the enemy was a disorganized rabble, skilled at escaping but lacking in other areas. Aguda and his men only managed to kill a dozen or so and capture a few prisoners before gathering together and ceasing their pursuit.

Murong Fu emerged from his hiding place and laughed loudly, "Brother Aguda, it's been a long time! Now that you've arrived at your master's territory, why don't you greet him first?"

(End of this chapter)