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Chapter 87 The Wolf Without a Severed Hand and the Goddess Who Was Actually a Little Loli (6000)

Fang Qingzhou never expected that the Tiger Eye Style he casually used would actually be recognized as a skill by the system.

However, looking at the few lonely entries on the attribute panel, he couldn't help but complain in his heart that the wolf's skill panel was really poor.

There are only three passive skills and not a single offensive skill; all the offensive skills were used to exchange for this body.

Of the three skills, Ninja Strike feels somewhat useless. To put it bluntly, regardless of whether there is a red dot notification, he will still kill people anyway.

As for the paper doll mentioned in the "soul-absorbing" story, it should be the paper doll that is consumed when using the Ninja Prosthetic in the game.

However, the drop rate for this basic item is really low. He killed so many people and didn't get a single paper doll.

The only thing that interested him was the power of the Dragon's Blood, which was a resurrection ability. The resurrection coins he exchanged for ten million were useless in the real world; they could only be used in this game world. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so cowardly in the real world.

However, this kind of resurrection still has a drawback, which is that it will cause those around the person to get dragon cough. The power of the dragon's blood is essentially to absorb the life force of those around them for resurrection.

Despite its flaws, it remains an extremely powerful ability, attracting the covetous eyes of countless people.

Fang Qingzhou then opened the Tiger Eye Flow app and quickly saw the upgrade requirements.

Tiger Eye Style: (Beginner) → Intermediate

[Experience points consumed: 600]

[Upgrade Effect: Significantly increases finger and wrist strength, and improves skill proficiency]

Fang Qingzhou gasped when he saw the experience points required to upgrade to intermediate level.

Six hundred experience points—that's the amount of experience a Bristleback needs to level up from intermediate to advanced.

What are the effects of upgrading Bristleback to Advanced? With eight times the resistance to hits and the Super Armor state, it can withstand several blows from Tyrant's fists without dying. Could it be that the effect of upgrading Tiger Eye Style to Intermediate is comparable to that of Advanced Bristleback?

Fang Qingzhou was not entirely convinced. Although the world of "Sword Master's Duel" was cruel, it ultimately did not contain any supernatural forces.

No matter how strong Tiger Eye Style is, it is still just a swordsmanship system that maximizes human capabilities within the limits of physical laws. Compared to Bristleback, which can make people stand up to a Tyrant head-on, it is still far inferior.

He felt that this must be another instance of the system taking a cut, but he couldn't afford not to upgrade now. He would meet Genichiro in the reeds later on.

That guy is much more powerful than the team leader we just met. If he went over there like this, he would only get pinned to the ground and beaten, and then have an arm chopped off.

Even if you get scammed, you can only level up with tears in your eyes. Fortunately, there are plenty of experience points left in the Resident Evil world, enough to level up.

Soon, Fang Qingzhou felt a warm current flowing through his fingers and wrists. His finger dexterity and strength increased significantly, and many memories of Tiger Eye Style training appeared in his brain.

Fang Qingzhou felt the unexpected strength and dexterity of his wrist, then picked up a wakizashi from the ground and placed it at his waist before continuing forward, as dawn would break if he didn't keep going.

He soon saw the door and tried to push it with his hand, but it wouldn't open. Instantly, several short stories by Hidetaka Miyazaki popped into his mind.

He hasn't played many Souls-like games, but he's read every single one of Hidetaka Miyazaki's short stories.

With no other option, he had to jump up and down from the base of the wall next to him.

Fortunately, his newly upgraded Tiger Eye Style had greatly improved the strength of his fingers and wrists. When climbing those moss-covered walls and cliffs, he could now firmly grasp the places that used to require the use of both hands at the same time with just one hand, while the other hand was free to find the next landing spot.

He quickly found the entrance to the tunnel leading out of the city at the foot of the mountain. Fang Qingzhou stood at the entrance of the tunnel, took out the reed flute that Jiulang had given him from his pocket, and put it to his lips to play.

The flute music, with its long, drawn-out melody, drifted far away towards the direction of Wangyue Tower.

After playing the flute, Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but wonder how Jiulang would get over.

In the game, after a cutscene with a black screen transition, Kuro suddenly appears at the entrance of the tunnel. However, in the real world, Kuro doesn't have the agility of a wolf and can't possibly scale walls.

He waited there for a while, and then heard Jiulang's voice, which sounded like he wanted to shout but didn't dare to.

Fang Qingzhou immediately started climbing back and soon saw Jiulang squatting by the wall, wanting to go down but not daring to.

Jiulang wasn't even wearing shoes; his bare feet were on the cold snow. He was cautiously testing the first stone he could step on with his toes at the bottom of the wall, but every time his toes touched the stone, he would be so scared that he would pull his feet back. He tried several times but failed to take the first step.

Fang Qingzhou almost burst out laughing when he saw Jiulang, barefoot and cautiously peering down the wall.

This little boy usually acts like a god in the Moon Gazing Pavilion, trying his best to appear as a calm and reliable little adult in his words and actions. Even when handing over the Kusabimaru to him, he has to read the master-servant agreement with a straight face.

Now, squatting barefoot in the snow, tentatively exploring, he finally revealed a bit of the childishness and clumsiness that was appropriate for his age.

"Jiulang, don't move." Fang Qingzhou whispered, then jumped down from the wall and landed beside him.

Jiulang was startled by his sudden appearance and shrank back, almost falling into the snow.

Once he recognized Fang Qingzhou, his tense little face relaxed, but then he frowned slightly because of the coldness of his bare feet on the snow.

"Wolf, you've come." Jiulang's voice was low and trembling slightly, whether from the cold or from nervousness, it was hard to tell.

"Why did you run out barefoot?" Fang Qingzhou squatted down, glanced at Jiulang's feet which were already red from the cold, and frowned.

"I heard your flute playing and rushed over here without paying attention—" Jiulang looked away somewhat embarrassed.

Fang Qingzhou sighed, said nothing more, turned around and squatted down with his back to Jiulang, patted his own shoulder: "Get on, I'll carry you."

Jiulang paused for a moment, opened his mouth as if to say something, but Fang Qingzhou impatiently patted his shoulder again: "Hurry up, the ground is cold, if your feet get cold any longer you won't be able to walk."

Jiulang hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently climbed onto Fang Qingzhou's back, wrapping his thin arms around his neck and pressing his cool calves against his waist.

Fang Qingzhou stood up and weighed the weight on his back. Jiulang was much lighter than he had imagined, and his body was also very flexible.

"Hold on tight," Fang Qingzhou said, then carried Jiulang on his back and ran towards the tunnel.

"Wolf, let's leave Ashina Castle first. Where do you think we should go next? Or should we find a place to hide?"

"Do you have any opinions?" Jiulang asked, clinging to Fang Qingzhou's back.

"I'll leave it to you," Fang Qingzhou said. He wasn't familiar with this world and didn't offer any opinions.

"You'll listen to me, right? —" Kuro was somewhat disappointed upon receiving this reply.

He had thought that Wolf had really changed after not seeing him for so long, but now it seemed that he was still the same as before. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but when he heard Fang Qingzhou's next words, he was stunned.

"But do you think running away can change your fate?" Fang Qingzhou said. Although he hadn't finished the game, he knew that getting rid of the Dragon's Blood power wasn't something that could be done by running away.

There are four endings in the game. He definitely has to complete one of them to finish the game. He doesn't really care which one he completes, or he could even get a fifth ending that doesn't exist in the game.

Jiulang remained stunned, still pondering Fang Qingzhou's words and trying to figure out what he really wanted. Fang Qingzhou's next sentence, however, left him even more bewildered.

"Speaking of Jiulang, are you a boy or a girl?" Fang Qingzhou asked. He had previously thought Jiulang was a cute little boy, but now he felt something was off about his back.

Jiulang fell silent again, seemingly very conflicted about the topic. Fang Qingzhou found it strange; why was he so conflicted about asking about gender?

A man is a man, and a woman is a woman. There's no need for any mental preparation on this issue.

But the next moment he was stunned. Jiulang finally spoke, but his voice was not the androgynous, boyish tone he had heard before. Instead, it was a softer voice with a hint of shyness.

"I am actually a woman, but after Isshin-shin brought me to the Hirata family, I have been living as a man."

Fang Qingzhou didn't understand why, but he soon realized why. This wasn't modern times. In ancient Japan, women didn't have such a high social status, and as the son of the dragon, Kuro was the focus of attention.

If others found out that the dragon's offspring was actually a woman, she would be captured and turned into a breeding machine.

The little boy had to wait until he was older and his penis had developed before he could get married, but the little girl didn't have to. You know, it wasn't uncommon for girls to get married at eleven or twelve years old in ancient Japan, so it was necessary for Kuro to disguise himself as a boy.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." Fang Qingzhou put Jiulang down at the entrance of the tunnel and then took her hand and said.

Jiulang didn't say anything more, but just clenched that hand and followed Fang Qingzhou into the tunnel.

Soon, the two saw a white reed field at the end of the tunnel. Moonlight shone on the reeds, and the white reeds swayed gently in the night wind, like a silver wave.

The reed field was much larger than Fang Qingzhou had imagined. As far as the eye could see, the entire depression was covered with dense reeds, a truly rare and beautiful sight.

But Fang Qingzhou was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.

His gaze was fixed on the figure in the center of the reeds. It was a warrior wearing real heavy armor, with a hard bow on his back that was a whole size larger than an ordinary longbow, and a katana hanging at his waist.

Genichiro Ashina is the current lord of Ashina Castle.

His gaze passed over Fang Qingzhou and landed on Jiulang, who was standing behind him with only half his head showing, without any surprise.

"It's been a long time, Divine Child. You really did choose this path."

Jiulang walked out from behind Fang Qingzhou, her bare feet stepping on the cold mud, but her back was very straight.

"Genichiro, I won't go back with you."

"I know you won't." Genichiro remained calm, showing no anger.

"That's why I came in person. I won't lock you up in the Moon Gazing Tower anymore; I'll take you to the Castle Keep so you can see for yourself the plight of Ashina."

"Ashina will not last much longer. The Ministry of the Interior's army has already amassed outside the city. The city's troops and supplies are insufficient to sustain a protracted war. I need to obtain sufficient power in the shortest possible time. Your Dragon's Blood will be the key to saving Ashina Castle."

"Hey, hey, hey, you don't seem to take me seriously." Fang Qingzhou pulled Jiulang back behind him and gripped the hilt of his sword.

In the game, whether the player defeats Genichiro or is defeated, Kuro is taken away and his arm is cut off.

But he had just said he would protect the little girl, so naturally he wouldn't let her be taken away by Genichiro. Moreover, Fang Qingzhou didn't want to lose his hand. No matter how strong that prosthetic hand was, it wouldn't be as good as his original hand.

"The ninja of the Goddess, huh? — In that case, I'll defeat you first —" Genichiro drew his katana and charged toward Fang Qingzhou.

Fang Qingzhou also rushed forward. He did not draw his sword immediately, but only drew it when he was about to get close to Genichiro's attack range.

Moreover, his knife-wielding technique was very peculiar; he would pinch the hilt with two fingers, pull out the knife, and then slash forward.

This is the essence of Tiger Eye Style. In the original manga, one of the key techniques of Tiger Eye Style is to grip the sword with your fingers. By shifting the grip point to the extreme rearward, you can achieve an attack range far exceeding the norm. At the same time, you can use the dexterity of your fingers to achieve changes in direction and control that ordinary people cannot do.

The blade, held between Fang Qingzhou's two fingers, traced an arc as it grazed Genichiro's chest.

The trajectory of this strike was more cunning than when the sword was held normally, and the angle was also more peculiar. Genichiro obviously did not expect Fang Qingzhou to strike in this way, and had to withdraw the attack he had already launched and dodge to the side.

The blade grazed the armor plates on his chest, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound, and a spark flashed briefly in the night.

After landing, Genichiro took two steps back, looked down at the faint scratch on his chest armor plate, and then looked up at Fang Qingzhou, his eyes more serious than before.

"Two fingers? You're sacrificing stability in your grip to increase your attack range?" His tone was filled with undisguised surprise; it was the first time he'd ever seen someone hold a knife like that.

"How do you know I can't hold the knife with just two fingers?" Fang Qingzhou twirled the wedge between his fingers and then gripped it firmly again.

The newly upgraded Tiger Eye Style Intermediate brought a qualitative leap to the strength of his fingers and wrists. Holding the knife with two fingers was no more strenuous for him than a normal person holding the knife with their whole hand.

Genichiro didn't speak. He moved again, this time even faster than before, displaying the Ashina style of swordsmanship to its fullest extent.

The glint of blades wove together in the night, forming an impenetrable net that enveloped Fang Qingzhou from various angles.

Fang Qingzhou did not take the blows head-on. He retreated and blocked at the same time. The swords of Kusabimaru and Genichiro clashed continuously, and the clanging sound of metal hitting metal echoed on the reeds.

He could clearly sense that Genichiro's strength was more than one level above Yamauchi Shigeaki's.

The opponent's speed, power, and distance control were extremely precise, and each strike perfectly blocked his counterattack route.

Fang Qingzhou was forced back by the knife, and a shallow wound was cut on his left shoulder by the tip of the knife. He was panting, and the two fingers holding the wedge-shaped pill were slightly numb.

"The two-finger grip does increase attack range, but the cost is a significant reduction in power," Genichiro said.

"If your swordsmanship is only this good, then you can't protect anyone today."

Fang Qingzhou did not answer him, but instead quickly calculated in his mind the patterns of Genichiro's sword strikes in the previous exchanges.

Ashina-style swordsmanship is indeed renowned, but every swordsmanship has a fixed starting stance and ending stance. He had already found the recurring pattern several times during his defense.

"Again," Fang Qingzhou said, then rushed forward.

This time he did not retreat. The wedge-shaped dart thrust out at an extremely tricky angle, aiming directly at Genichiro's throat.

Genichiro parried with the blade of his sword, while simultaneously taking a half-step forward with his right foot in preparation for a counterattack. However, Fang Qingzhou had no intention of letting the sword hit him; his goal was simply to force Genichiro to parry.

The instant the Kusabi was blocked, Fang Qingzhou had already drawn the wakizashi from his waist with his left hand.

He pinched the end of the wakizashi's hilt with his index and middle fingers, flicked his wrist, and the wakizashi transformed into a silver-white streak of light, shooting straight at Genichiro's face.

Genichiro reacted extremely quickly, jerking his head to dodge. The tip of the wakizashi's blade grazed his ear, severing a few strands of hair.

But it was this tilt of his head that made him look away from Fang Qingzhou for less than a moment.

Fang Qingzhou seized this opportunity, retracting the blade from its parry position and then sweeping it out at an extremely low angle, aiming the blade at Genichiro's knee.

Genichiro hastily retreated, but the tip of Kusabimaru's blade still grazed the lower edge of his kneecap, cutting through the bandage and leaving a shallow wound on his skin.

Genichiro stepped back a few paces, glanced down at the blood seeping from his knee, and then looked up at Fang Qingzhou. His expression had completely changed.

"You're more troublesome than I thought," Genichiro said, then slowly raised his sword above his head, adopting a completely different starting stance than before.

Genichiro took a sudden step and leaped into the air, his sword slashing down from above with a whooshing sound. This strike was more ferocious than any of his previous ones, the blade tracing a near-vertical arc in the moonlight, like a bolt of lightning striking down from the night sky.

Fang Qingzhou quickly raised the wedge-shaped weapon above his head to block, but when Genichiro's katana struck the wedge-shaped weapon, he felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

Even with the parry of the Kusabi Maru, Genichiro's sword still managed to overpower his defenses and slash directly into his left shoulder.

Fang Qingzhou was in so much pain that his vision went black, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. This pain was much more intense than when he was bitten by a zombie in the Resident Evil world.

"You ninja, I don't want to kill you. Please stop me."

After Genichiro finished speaking, he tried to pull the sword out of Fang Qingzhou's shoulder, but Fang Qingzhou's right hand loosened its grip on the blade embedded in his shoulder, preventing Genichiro from pulling it out.

The blade sliced ​​through his palm, and blood trickled down the edge, but he seemed completely oblivious, pressing the blade even harder instead.

"You think you've already won? —" Despite the excruciating pain, Fang Qingzhou still looked up at Genichiro.

He doesn't have a Bristleback now, but he has the free resurrection from the Dragon's Blood, as well as dozens of resurrection coins he brought from the real world. He decided to trade injury for injury and was absolutely not going to back down.

After saying that, Fang Qingzhou swung his other wrist at Genichiro's face in an extremely twisted manner, like a bent tiger's claw.

When an ordinary person uses the Tiger Eye Style Tiger Fist, their wrist is likely to break. However, Tiger Eye Style swordsmen, with their specially trained wrist bones and ligaments, can use this fist technique to directly break an ordinary person's neck.

When Fang Qingzhou's fist landed on Genichiro's face, Genichiro's entire face deformed under the impact. His jaw made a crisp sound at that moment, and several bloody teeth flew out of his mouth, drawing an arc in the air before falling into the reeds.

Genichiro was completely enraged by that punch. He loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword and threw a punch at Fang Qingzhou's face in return.

The two of them kept throwing punches at each other's faces, neither dodging nor blocking, each punch landing hard.

Fang Qingzhou's brow bone was split open, and his left eye was so swollen that he could barely open it. Genichiro's nose was broken, and blood gushed from his nostrils, covering his entire face.

Both of their faces turned into pig heads, and their eyes were almost closed.

With another Tiger Fist landing precisely on Genichiro's temple, the young lord of Ashina Castle was finally knocked unconscious.

He staggered back several steps, his legs could no longer support his weight, and he fell backward to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Qingzhou pulled out the katana that had been stuck on his shoulder, held it in his hand, and then stood up unsteadily, intending to continue his attack.

But just then, two shuriken suddenly flew from the reeds beside him, leaving two silver trails in the moonlight, heading straight for Fang Qingzhou's face. Fang Qingzhou barely managed to deflect one with a wedge-shaped punch, while the other grazed the corner of his left eye, which was already swollen shut, and almost pierced his eye socket.

A member of the Ashina Clan, dressed in a straw raincoat, appeared beside Genichiro like a ghost. Instead of continuing to attack Fang Qingzhou, he hoisted the unconscious Genichiro onto his shoulder and disappeared in a few leaps towards the Ashina Castle walls.

Seeing Genichiro's figure completely disappear into the night, Fang Qingzhou's tense nerves finally relaxed completely. He could no longer hold on, his legs went weak, and he fell backward into the reeds.

Before his consciousness completely faded into darkness, he seemed to vaguely see Jiulang's anxious little face appear above his field of vision. She was kneeling barefoot in the mud beside him, pressing her hands against the wound on his shoulder that was still bleeding, and she kept calling out something.

But he could no longer hear clearly; his ears were ringing, and his vision was beginning to blur.

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