Bitter Realm: A Happy Person Traveling Across China

Chapter 71 I'm a formidable fighter too! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Leaving the desolate forest, Ye Jinming walked alone in the mountains and fields, a gentle breeze caressing his face and his clothes fluttering slightly.

His original intention was to travel to the Glazed Wonderland to witness the upcoming drama of Su Huanzhen's return, Mu Shaoai's retirement, and the changing of the guard, which was sure to be full of interesting events.

However, the path of life in the martial world is never up to us.

As they walked into a dense forest, the sky suddenly darkened.

Without warning, a powerful and domineering palm strike, carrying a strong and violent aura, suddenly burst out from behind a hidden dense forest to the side, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle, heading straight for Night Ember's face!

Wherever the palm strikes, vegetation crumbles and sand and gravel are swept away!

"Hmm?" Ye Jinming raised an eyebrow slightly. His steps remained steady, but his figure floated backward like a ghost, like a willow catkin in the wind. It seemed slow, but it was actually incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he brushed past the fatal palm print.

"Boom—"

—"

The palm strike landed squarely on the spot where he had been standing, and the ground was as if it had been hit by a bomb, instantly creating a terrifying crater several feet in diameter and several feet deep!

Earth and rocks shot out, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

Almost at the same moment the palm strike missed its mark, a maniacal, ear-piercing laugh mixed with the sound of reciting poetry erupted from behind the rock wall, echoing through the narrow valley: "Who in the world is truly mad? Only I, arrogantly overlooking the martial world; with a laugh, I stir up waves in the martial world, the mad dragon emerging from its pass is truly king! Hahaha!"

Before the laughter subsided, a dazzling green figure shot out from the front like a bullet, and in a few leaps, it landed steadily a few feet in front of Ye Jinming, blocking his path.

The newcomer, with his pigtails swinging, green hair and green clothes, wore an exaggerated and twisted grin on his face. His eyes shifted wildly between madness and icy killing intent. It was none other than Kuanglong Yishengxiao, who had come for revenge!

"Night, Ashes, Dawn!" Mad Dragon licked his lips, his eyes flashing with undisguised excitement and malice as he pronounced the names, word by word.

Ye Jinming brushed off the dust stirred up by the palm strike, his expression showing no sign of panic, but rather a knowing smile, as if he had just encountered an old friend: "Oh? I was wondering who was being so enthusiastic, it turns out to be the culprit right here. Long time no see, still as dashing as ever."

"Don't try to get close to me, the chief culprit!" Mad Dragon abruptly waved his hand, interrupting Ye Jinming's pleasantries. The smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a mournful expression laced with resentment and madness. His voice was shrill: "Today, I, Little Dragon, have come specifically to kill you!"

"Oh?" Ye Jinming raised an eyebrow, seemingly puzzled. "I wonder where I have offended the mastermind, that you would deign to come here and wait for me, resorting to this act of roadside murder?"

"Waaaaahh ...

He cried with genuine emotion, as if he had suffered a great injustice, but there was little sadness in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ye Jinming nodded in realization, his tone tinged with apology (but actually full of teasing): "I see. It was indeed my fault. I never imagined that killing the culprit, the Yama Drought Demon you recognized as your godfather, would cause the culprit to be separated from the Yun family. I am truly sorry, so very sorry!"

"Hahaha!" The mad dragon's cries abruptly ceased, replaced by a sharp, maniacal laugh. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Yes, yes, yes, that's exactly what I like about you! Even on the verge of death, you're still so stubborn, so eloquent, so humorous. Killing someone as interesting as you is truly a bit of a waste, hahaha!"

Ye Jinming smiled and said sincerely, "To be honest, Chief Culprit, I actually like you very much too. You seem crazy and act eccentrically, but in reality, you are more clear-headed and smarter than anyone else."

"Hahaha—well said! This is exactly what I want to hear!" Mad Dragon's eyes lit up, and he danced with glee. "Say more, praise this sinner even more."

"But unfortunately," Ye Jinming changed his tone, his smile unchanged but his eyes suddenly turning cold, "it is extremely unwise of you to come and kill me today."

The excitement on Kuanglong's face froze instantly, then he grinned again, revealing gleaming white teeth, and said with a grin, "Oh dear, I just praised you a couple of times, but I didn't expect you to turn back into that weird, annoying person so quickly. But—"

He drawled out his words, his green eyes sizing up Ye Jinming as if assessing the value of his prey: "Now that your elder sister is far away, and that good-for-nothing pretty boy Lin Wushuang has retreated back to Baiyun Mountain to become a turtle, who else can help you?"

What else do you have to rely on? Hmm?

Ye Jinming gently shook his head and sighed, as if lamenting the other party's dullness: "Chief of sins, chief of sins, you seem to have been misunderstanding one thing all along."

"Oh? What is it?" Kuanglong tilted his head, looking like a curious child, but his entire body was already subtly tense.

Ye Jinming slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, then gently clenched, his gaze calmly fixed on the mad dragon, each word clear and distinct: "That is me, and I am also very capable of fighting!"

The instant the word "hit" was uttered—

"Shoo-One"

Ye Jinming's figure vanished from the spot as if evaporated into thin air!

There was no afterimage, no sound of wind; it seemed to have merged directly into the air!

The next instant, a sharp sword light, condensed to its extreme and as fast as lightning, appeared without warning just three inches in front of Kuanglong Yishengxiao!

After the sword light, Ye Jinming's figure slowly emerged like an ink wash painting, the tip of the Jinghong Sword flashing cold light, pointing straight for the vital point!

"Roast—" Kuanglong's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he was prepared, Ye Jinming's attack, which was so swift and almost teleporting, was far faster and more difficult to execute than he had anticipated!

In the critical moment, he let out a strange cry, and the Reverse Scale Chain Blade, which had been hidden in his sleeve, emerged like a poisonous dragon from its cave, carrying a piercing sound as it was thrust horizontally in front of his chest.

"Clang!!!"

The ear-piercing clang of metal on metal exploded, and sparks flew from the point of impact, like fireworks bursting in the night!

The violent energy exploded outwards from the two of them, plowing the ground with radial cracks and sending dust flying everywhere!

"Ugh!" Kuanglong chuckled and groaned, feeling a sharp, incomparable sword energy with a strange vibration coming through the chain knife, making his wrist numb, his blood churning, and his feet involuntarily "stumble, stumble, stumble" back three steps.

Each step left a deep footprint on the hard ground, barely managing to dissipate the immense force and steady myself.

Having narrowly blocked the fatal blow, Kuanglong was both shocked and furious. The nonchalant expression on his face vanished completely, replaced by the rage of being ambushed and a hint of disbelief.

He pointed at Ye Jinming, jumping up and down and cursing, "Ye Jinming, you despicable and shameless scoundrel! You launched a sneak attack, you have no sportsmanship, you piece of trash, you can't take a joke!"

Ye Jinming stood with his sword drawn, the blade of Jinghong gleaming with a clear light. Hearing this, he merely smiled faintly: "A sneak attack? Culprit, you are mistaken. I learned this from you. After all, when it comes to suddenly launching an attack while chatting and laughing, you, Kuanglong Yishengxiao, are the best at being two-faced. My little tricks are nothing more than showing off my limited skills before an expert."