Douluo Continent has a system, but I don't want to use it.

Chapter 21 A melodramatic hero saves the damsel in distress

"Brother, tell me quickly, I'm all ears!" Fang Tian pretended to be listening attentively.

"Sigh! This female Soul Master has been fighting in the Great Soul Arena for three years, but she has lost more than she has won. The reason she keeps persisting is because she wants to avenge her parents."

"I heard that her parents lived a quiet life in a small village outside Soto City. Two passing Soul Masters got into a fight, which affected their house, causing it to collapse. Her parents were crushed to death by the collapsing house. The two Soul Masters ignored the innocent bystanders and continued fighting as they left."

"At the time, this female Soul Master happened to be strolling around Soto City, which is how she escaped the disaster. From then on, she began her life of desperate cultivation." This "brother" sighed and recounted the female Soul Master's information one by one.

"Brother, if you're after her, you might have to avenge her to win her heart. If you force yourself on her, you might only end up with a corpse," the "brother" added.

Fang Tian thought to himself that he was dressed as a middle-aged man in his thirties. Would he really have any improper thoughts about a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl? It would be an insult to his character!

Besides, that girl wasn't exactly beautiful; at best, she was pretty and easy on the eyes. Am I, Fang Tian, ​​such a lecherous person?

Fang Tian kept cursing his brother next to him in his heart.

"Brother, you've misunderstood. I was just curious because I saw her persisting despite the impossibility of winning," Fang Tian explained.

"No need to explain, brother, I understand!" The "brother" raised an eyebrow, a lewd glint in his eyes, and echoed the sentiment.

"What do you know?" Fang Tian's face darkened, inwardly cursing. He decided not to explain further; explaining this would only make things worse.

Fang Tian quickly made an excuse and left, so as not to waste time with this knowledgeable fellow.

Fang Tian left the Soto City Great Soul Arena and went straight back to his residence to cultivate.

Next, Fang Tian went to the Soul Arena to fight one or two battles every day, constantly accumulating combat experience.

A month later, Fang Tian felt that he had made great progress. He was not only more proficient in using soul skills, but also had a better understanding of martial souls and a more nuanced understanding of the effects of soul power.

The range of the Nine Palaces Blade Steps has expanded to a radius of forty meters, and the Meridian Skill has also improved significantly. Although the Purple Qi Nourishing Spirit, Condensing Silk Controlling Soul, and Willow Leaf Flying Knife have not yet broken through their bottlenecks, Fang Tian feels that they have all improved considerably.

Fang Tian felt that he could beat three of himself from a month ago.

With just two or three months of continuous sparring practice, one can almost fully unleash their potential.

As Fang Tian emerged from the Soto City Arena, he pondered his day's gains and headed towards his small inn.

Suddenly, a clear, cold female voice came from ahead and demanded, "Who are you? Why are you stopping me?"

"Haha, who are we? We're your lover brothers! We're stopping you to do some fun things!" A lewd and obscene voice followed the woman's voice.

"Yeah, yeah, boss is so talented! We're all doing this so you can experience a kind of happiness that's hard to come by. Hehe!" Another equally lewd voice chimed in with a sly grin.

"Hmm? I've actually encountered a melodramatic scene of someone harassing an innocent woman. Should I go and lend a hand?" Fang Tian wondered to himself.

Fang Tian tiptoed forward a few steps and hid in a corner of the shadows, concealing his aura and soul power fluctuations, and peered out to observe the situation.

Under the dim starlight ahead, a middle-aged man with a sleazy appearance and rat-like mustache, leading three other equally sleazy-looking guys with flamboyant hairstyles—one with blond hair, one with blue hair, and one with red hair—blocked a young girl's path.

"Holy crap, it's her!" Fang Tian had cultivated the Purple Qi Spirit for a long time, and his eyes, also nourished by the Purple Qi, possessed extraordinary eyesight. He recognized at a glance that the girl who had been stopped was the one he had once paid close attention to, whose martial soul was the Goose Feather Blade, and who carried the blood feud of her parents.

At this moment, the girl was aware of her situation and summoned her martial spirit, ready to fight to the death at any time.

Upon seeing that the girl had released her martial spirit, the four men who had stopped her dared not be negligent and all released their own martial spirits as well.

"Damn, one Soul Master and three Soul Venerables? With that level of Soul Power, why can't they do something better? Why do they have to resort to robbing people on the road? They deserve to die." Fang Tian cursed inwardly as he looked at the middle-aged man leading the group with four Soul Rings (one white, two yellow, and one purple) and the other three men with the same number of Soul Rings.

"It seems that if we don't save her, this girl won't get away with it today. Given her fiery temper, she might really lose her life today," Fang Tian muttered to himself.

Left with no other choice, Fang Tian tore a piece of cloth from the hem of his clothes to cover his face, and then tore another piece to wrap around his head. He had no choice, because he had shaved his head after arriving in Soto City, making him too easily recognizable.

Fang Tian concealed his face and emerged from the shadows. "Hey guys, good evening! Have you eaten? Want to go back and grab something else?"

As he spoke, Fang Tian had already walked to a spot five meters to the left of the girl and stopped. At the same time, he had already gripped the throwing knife in his hand. Now, the four men had entered the attack range of the willow leaf throwing knife.

"Where did this mentally ill person come from? How dare they ruin the brothers' good time!" The middle-aged man in the lead saw someone come out to stand up for the cause and knew that things had taken a turn for the worse.

"Yeah, where did this idiot come from? Get lost. Otherwise, we'll make you look like you're in all sorts of poses." The middle-aged man's henchman, blond-haired, chimed in.

"Yeah, get lost! If you dare interfere with my business, I'll chop you into a human pig." Another henchman of the middle-aged man, Red Hair, echoed.

"Me too!" The middle-aged man's remaining henchman, Blue Hair, opened his mouth, scratched his head, and then managed to utter four words.

Fang Tian and the three people blocking the way all gave this simpleton a speechless look.

"Pfft!" The girl who was stopped couldn't help but laugh out loud. Knowing that the occasion was inappropriate, she immediately covered her mouth.

Taking advantage of the moment when the four men blocking the road were distracted by the girl's laughter, Fang Tian flicked his left hand, and the throwing knife he was holding shot out instantly.

With a "hiss," blood splattered from the eyes of the middle-aged man in the lead, and he fell backward.

Fang Tian didn't summon his martial spirit after he came out, so the four of them focused their attention on the girl they had stopped. Unexpectedly, due to a moment of carelessness, their leader was killed instantly, leaving the four stunned.

They were stunned, but Fang Tian was not. The moment the throwing knife was released, his right hand was already on the hilt.

Fang Tian used the Nine Palaces Blade Step to quickly approach Huang Mao. He then drew his Goose Feather Blade and slashed it across Huang Mao's neck. Huang Mao's expression of surprise didn't even change before his head flew into the air.

At this moment, Fang Tian had already caught another throwing knife in his left hand. Seeing that the blond-haired man was dead, Fang Tian raised his left hand, and the throwing knife quickly flew towards the blue-haired man.

With a "hiss," the blue-haired man followed in the footsteps of the middle-aged man who was leading the group.

(End of this chapter)