You're my wife, don't doubt it!

Chapter 147 Xiao Yao Injures Shen Jie

2023-03-31

“Well then, until we meet again.” Nottingham cupped his hands in greeting, and a window on the wall of the room opened. A long rope hook shot out from the “Earl’s” glove, nailing directly to something outside. Then he leaped off the roof beam and “flew” out of the window.

"Stop him!" Yu Bo patted Xiao Yao's arm.

Xiao Yao wasn't sure if he should make an enemy of "Earl Nottingham," but he didn't have time to think about it right now and could only carry out the priest's orders first.

Just as the Earl of Nottingham was about to fly out of the window, a shield flew in at a very tricky angle, blocking the exit and pinning the rope above the window frame.

"Damn it," said the Earl of Nottingham.

He swung on the rope, raised his feet, and used the momentum to push off the shield blocking the window, causing it to tilt slightly outwards. Seeing that this worked, the count used the momentum to swing back to a higher point, then bent over again, raised his feet, and aimed them at the shield.

"He's running away!" Father Yu shouted a warning, raising his gun to aim at the Earl, but the gun was deflected by the long whip that Joan swung at him.

With quick reflexes, Xiao Yao seized the moment when "The Earl" swung to its lowest point and leaped up to grab his belt.

Then, the two of them crashed through the window together.

Outside the window is the corridor of the "monastery".

Xiao Yao fell heavily to the ground, while "the Earl" nimbly flipped to his feet, drew the curved knife from his waist, cut the rope, and slashed at Xiao Yao.

Xiao Yao tried to draw his sword, but his hand slipped through his fingers. It seemed that the sword had fallen somewhere when it was dropped earlier.

The strike appeared fierce, but it didn't aim for Xiao Yao's crown; instead, it went towards his shoulder.

Xiao Yao's sword shot missed, so he had to dodge to the side and back with all his might. The curved blade grazed his shoulder armor, sparking a shower of sparks and leaving a mark.

"Get out of the way!" Earl Nottington hissed. "I thought we were friends."

"If we're friends, why not stay for tea and a leisurely chat?" Xiao Yao had no weapon left, so he could only meet the challenge with his fists clenched.

He stepped forward and launched a probing attack on the Earl of Nottingham with a left jab.

As the "Count" dodged, Xiao Yao threw a right punch, intending to avoid the attack. However, the "Count's" curved blade went straight for Xiao Yao's right arm. Xiao Yao dared not be careless and had to retract his fist, adjust his posture, and use the curve of his armor to deflect the attack.

The Earl's scimitar slashed through the crescent moons once more, hurtling towards Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao could only rely on the armor on his shoulders and arms to protect his head and neck and fend off the Earl of Nottington's whirlwind-like attacks.

Amidst the clanging sounds, Xiao Yao felt somewhat powerless.

He knew he had to act quickly, or he would be unable to withstand the Earl of Nottington's attack.

As he ducked to defend himself, he saw his waist.

As another blade came at him, Xiao Yao swiftly drew his sword from its sheath and met the Earl of Nottington's scimitar with both hands.

The two collided in mid-air, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The Earl of Nottingham was strong, but still no match for Xiao Yao. His scimitar was sent flying high into the air, and Xiao Yao seized the opportunity to deliver a punch straight to the Earl's ribs.

The count was forced to retreat.

He seemed to realize that his strength was inferior to Xiao Yao's, and he was not wearing armor. He would be at a great disadvantage if he fought Xiao Yao head-on, so he gave up on fighting Xiao Yao directly and once again used his agile movement techniques.

It seemed that the narrow corridor was quite disadvantageous for the "Earl" to use his agility, but even though Xiao Yao could occasionally get close, he still couldn't expand his advantage. The two fought in the corridor, constantly jumping, dodging and attacking.

Earl Nottingham's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and his swordsmanship became more and more cunning. At first, Xiao Yao thought it was because Earl Nottingham's movements were so superb that he couldn't keep up, but he soon discovered that every time the "Earl" made a big move and gave him an opening, the yellow gem on the hilt of his scimitar would light up, and then the Earl would disappear instantly, launching a new attack from a different angle from where he had just started.

Holding a knife against an unarmed opponent, and still daring to cheat! This young man has no martial ethics!

Xiao Yao knew he had to find his weapon to win this battle.

While Xiao Yao was locked in battle with the Earl of Nottingham, another battle was also raging in the "College Entrance Examination Arsenal".

"You've messed with the wrong person!" The girl's cool voice carried a hint of anger from inside the motorcycle helmet.

"Don't go too far," Yu Bo instructed the two girls beside him.

"Don't go easy on me," Joan snorted, "because I won't go easy on you either!"

“We just want to talk.” Yu Bo picked up his shotgun, aiming not at Joan, but at the wheels of her car.

The motorcycle sped off wildly, and Joan wielded her whip fast and fiercely, keeping all three men at bay.

Each lash was accompanied by a whistling sound, the whip flashing with a cold light, moving with the agility of a snake, like a shadow.

Shen Jie kept trying to get close to her, but each time she was driven back by her whip.

Every attack Joan made seemed to be filled with fanatical killing intent—but the whip, as a weapon, clearly did not have any real killing power.

"This person is really contradictory," Yu Bo thought, not daring to let his guard down.

Joan was too fast for him to aim at. Every time he tried to aim, Joan would quickly change his position, making it impossible for him to get a shot off.

This woman... she doesn't seem to be riding a motorcycle; rather, the motorcycle and she are one and the same.

Or to go even further, the motorcycle is her true essence.

Joan knew that Father Yu was the one leading the charge, and that it was also Father Yu who wanted to keep her and the "Earl" together.

The motorcycle engine roared, carrying a strong aura as it rushed towards Yu Bo.

The woman's gaze, peering through the black windshield of the motorcycle helmet, instantly met Yu Bo's, their eyes intertwining like two snakes.

"Brother Bo, watch out!"

Shen Jie unleashed a burst of intense heat at Joan, but Joan easily dodged it.

Yu Luying focused her energy and released a burst of icy power, sending ice spikes flying towards Qiong An. However, she nimbly dodged them with her motorcycle, but the ice spikes smashed the bookshelves, books, and exam papers in the "College Entrance Examination Ammunition Depot," leaving the ground littered with pages and scraps of paper.

Joan turned to look at Yu Luying, a sly smile playing on her lips hidden beneath her helmet. She easily swung her whip away the icy cones.

She turned the motorcycle around and charged towards Yu Luying. The front of the motorcycle was full of energy, like a small sun bursting out with blazing light in the blink of an eye.

"Watch out!" Father Yu shouted.

Shen Jie suddenly leaped up and kicked at the motorcycle.

The energy on the motorcycle was released instantly, illuminating the entire room to the point that it was almost blinding.

The two forces collided with a loud bang, and Shen Jie was thrown by the motorcycle's energy, crashing hard into a bookshelf on the side.

"Sister!" Yu Luying's voice trembled with a hint of tears.

"I...I'm fine..." Shen Jie leaned against the collapsed bookshelf: "Maybe?"

The college entrance examination materials in the "ammunition depot" were overturned, with papers and books flying everywhere. Some bookshelves and tables were even smashed, creating a chaotic scene.

The three men stopped their attack.

Although Joan made some harsh remarks, she did not press her advantage. Instead, she looked at Shen Jie, who was obviously injured, and hesitated.

"Lord, Lord, here I am, please, please send me." Yu Luying's clear voice rang out again, and Shen Jie felt the pain in her body gradually lessen.

"Hmph." Joan sneered, "Have you had enough fun?"

Before anyone could answer, she turned her motorcycle around and slowly drove towards the corridor where Xiao Yao and "the Earl" were fighting.

This time, no one stopped her.

"Fight for honor! Charge!"

In the corridor, Xiao Yao, who was fighting "The Earl", had retrieved his shield.

He raised his shield, charged forward with a battle cry, and crashed into the Earl of Nottingham like a chariot.

Earl Nottingham dodged to the side, and at the same time seized the opportunity to stab Xiao Yao in the side with his knife.

Xiao Yao had planned ahead this time. Seeing the "Earl" make his move, he swung his sword sheath horizontally with his right hand to deflect the curved blade.

Sure enough, a flash of yellow light appeared on the hilt of the scimitar, and "The Earl" was back in front of Xiao Yao.

Little did he know, this was exactly what Xiao Yao wanted. His sword sheath parry was a feint, while his shield struck hard from the front.

The "Count," whose movements were constantly changing, now had no room to dodge the attack and had no choice but to use his sword to parry.

The two weapons clashed again, producing a piercing metallic sound. Earl Nottingham's scimitar was instantly smashed in two by Xiao Yao's shield.

"Thank you for your kind words!" Xiao Yao said loudly, mimicking the tone of a martial arts novel.

The Earl of Nottingham, however, had no intention of admitting defeat.

Joan's motorcycle drove out of the layered rooms and into the corridor, where she immediately saw the scimitar broken in two on the ground.

I didn't see the Earl of Nottingham, but I did see Xiao Yao raising his shield.

Joan looked up and saw that the Earl of Nottingham, who had lost his scimitar, was hanging from the stone beam with the rope hook on his left hand, his whole body suspended there, while his right hand crossbow was pointed directly at Xiao Yao.

Shen Jie, who had recovered from her injuries, ran out, followed by Yu Bo and Yu Luying.

"Your greatsword!" Shen Jie tossed over the weapon that Xiao Yao had left inside.

The Earl of Nottingham was startled by the sudden shout. In his nervousness, his hand trembled, and the crossbow bolt was fired.

Xiao Yao subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction the crossbow bolt had flown—the arrowhead was sharp and conical, and the sound of it cutting through the air was piercing and ear-piercing as it flew straight toward the light of the young man's life, Comrade Shen Jie.

His body moved faster than his brain. He caught the sword that Shen Jie threw to him and split the wooden arrow in two in mid-air. The sword flashed through the air like lightning, emitting a crisp whistling sound.

"Hiss—" Shen Jie staggered.

"Wife!" Xiao Yao shouted anxiously, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"You cut me!" Shen Jie shouted, her tone sounding more like, "You stepped on my hair!"