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Chapter 33 This woman is up to no good.

"Oh no, there are other experts in the stronghold. Minjun, take good care of your junior brothers and sisters."

Before Ding Minjun could respond, Miejue gathered her inner energy and leaped into the air, soaring through the sky like a wild goose towards the distant mountain stronghold.

His figure rose and fell a few times before disappearing from everyone's sight, leaving no trace.

As they watched Miejue leave, the remaining dozens of bandits breathed a long sigh of relief.

There's a sense of relief, like having a huge sword hanging over your head removed.

Relieved, the surrounding bandits looked at Ding Minjun, Gu Shaoan, and Zhou Zhiruo with suspicion.

The group wanted to go forward and finish off Gu Shaoan and his companions, but they hesitated because of the strength that Gu Shaoan and Ding Minjun had previously displayed, and because of the unknown whereabouts of Miejue.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to continue fighting or to run for his life.

At the same time, Gu Shaoan had already stood beside Zhou Zhiruo, so that Ding Minjun could protect the two of them later.

Just as Gu Shaoan looked up at Ding Minjun, he met Ding Minjun's thoughtful gaze.

Seeing the cold curve of Ding Minjun's lips, Gu Shaoan's heart sank.

"No, this woman is up to no good."

Almost as soon as Gu Shaoan had this thought, Ding Minjun seemed to have made a decision.

He immediately shouted, "Junior brother, junior sister, the bandits deserve to die! None of these bandits should be spared today!"

After saying that, Ding Minjun took a few quick steps and leaped up, rushing towards a group of bandits. Screams of agony immediately followed.

Watching Ding Minjun wield her sword and slaughter the surrounding bandits, and recalling what Ding Minjun had just said...

Those bandits who were originally hesitant about whether to flee or stay began to harden their hearts.

They stared fiercely at Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo.

Gu Shaoan quickly realized Ding Minjun's intentions.

However, they drove the dogs into a dead end, forcing these bandits into a desperate fight.

His purpose was not only to eliminate these bandits, but also to use them to eliminate him and Zhou Zhiruo.

After cursing inwardly, Gu Shaoan immediately sheathed his sword and said to Zhou Zhiruo, who was still looking bewildered, "Senior Sister, stay close to me from now on."

At this moment, Zhou Zhiruo looked bewildered, not understanding why Gu Shaoan's expression had become so solemn.

Zhou Zhiruo could clearly sense the menacing gaze of the bandits in the distance.

He immediately nodded in response to Gu Shaoan and then gripped the wooden sword tightly in his hand.

Just as the two were ready, seeing Ding Minjun wielding her sword and slaughtering the bandits around her, the remaining bandits finally couldn't hold back and charged towards Gu Shaoan one by one.

Looking at the approaching bandits, Gu Shaoan's eyes were calm and deep. His left hand gripped the scabbard tightly, while his right hand's five fingers encircled the hilt of the sword. His internal energy circulated continuously.

A few breaths later, the two leading bandits rushed in front of Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo, brandishing their broadswords and slashing at Gu Shaoan.

The fierce wind of the blade howled, showing no sign of slowing down even though the target in front of them was just a child.

At the very moment the two swung their swords, Gu Shaoan's hand, which was wrapped around the hilt of his sword, pressed against it, and his five fingers suddenly clenched tightly.

Zheng—.

The melodious sound of a sword echoed, and the longsword in its sheath suddenly transformed into a bolt of lightning.

In the firelight, a flash of sword light suddenly caught the eyes of the two bandits.

Like a rainbow after the rain, dazzling and brilliant, yet like a shooting star in the sky, fleeting and ephemeral. "Pfft, pfft."

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the legs of the two bandits in front of him as easily as a knife cutting through tofu, producing two muffled sounds of blades slicing through flesh.

The blade penetrated an inch and two-tenths of an inch, injuring the skin and tendons, but not the bone.

The two bandits who were slashed by the sword felt a sharp pain in their injured legs. The intense pain caused them to lose their balance and fall to the ground, screaming in agony.

With a single sword strike, Gu Shaoan wounded two bandits, but the momentum of his sword was not yet exhausted.

Instead, he used the terrifying initial speed of drawing the sword and the force of his spin to unleash the third move of the Sunset Sword Technique: Melting Gold and Boiling Sea.

The longsword was dragged horizontally with a smooth motion. The sword light, like the afterglow of the setting sun, gently yet fatally grazed the outside of the knees of the three bandits following closely behind.

It penetrated one inch into the flesh, directly severing the patellar ligament (the point of impact for knee-jerk reflex) below the knees of the three individuals.

"Ugh."

Three suppressed cries of pain rang out. The three bandits felt as if they had been struck on the knees with a heavy hammer. They felt excruciating pain in their knees, and they couldn't even attack. They involuntarily dropped their weapons and clutched their knees, howling in agony.

From drawing his sword to injuring the enemy to spinning and slashing his knee, the whole process was as swift as a fleeting moment.

As the five bandits in front of him fell to the ground, Gu Shaoan sheathed his sword. He then pulled Zhou Zhiruo back a few steps, creating a small, life-or-death distance between them and the bandits rushing after them.

But a few steps later, more bandits bypassed the wounded bandits who had fallen to the ground and rushed to Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo.

Gu Shaoan remained unmoved, as firm as a rock.

Whenever a bandit stepped into his predetermined danger range, his longsword would be drawn from its sheath like a venomous snake striking its tongue. Each strike was incredibly precise, either stabbing the wrist of the weapon-wielding person, sweeping across the ankle and calf, or slicing diagonally across the ligament of the knee.

The sword light only lingered in the lower areas, never penetrating deeper.

But each time he drew his sword, he inevitably caused several people to fall to the ground, their screams echoing incessantly.

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked and frightened by the sight of blood splattering and enemies falling to the ground with cries of pain, but she forced herself to remain calm, gripping her wooden sword tightly and pressing herself close to Gu Shaoan's side.

The bandits were numerous. If it were at their peak, Gu Shaoan alone might have been able to use his light-footed skills to fight and defeat them one by one.

However, Gu Shaoan had already experienced a series of battles, which had depleted his physical strength, and he was already feeling exhausted.

Beside her was Zhou Zhiruo, who was also exhausted and had almost no internal energy left.

Outnumbered and limited by their size, if they were to fight relentlessly, they would inevitably have to rely on agility and movement to find an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

After killing several people, once the remaining stamina is exhausted, one will only find oneself in a passive position.

It would be better to do it this way: only wound, not kill, and focus on attacking the bandits' legs and feet to restrict their movement, thus conserving our strength. We should retreat when the enemy advances to avoid being surrounded by these bandits.

The wails continued incessantly.

In just a short while, seven or eight more bandits screamed and collapsed a few feet in front of Gu Shaoan and Zhou Zhiruo, clutching their legs and feet.

The figures howling and writhing on the ground in pain finally frightened the remaining bandits, who immediately hesitated to advance.

However, several bandits were also provoked by Gu Shaoan's actions and, losing all reason, rushed towards Gu Shaoan, who was already panting heavily.

In the distance, Ding Minjun, who was slashing at the bandits on the other side with her sword, caught a glimpse of Gu Shaoan's situation out of the corner of her eye, and her brows furrowed sharply.

The continuous, precise, and efficient sword strikes, and the composure and control of the rhythm under pressure, far exceeded her expectations.

"How could his sword be so fast?"

(End of this chapter)