My Wandering Swordsman

The eldest prince raised his riding whip high, drawing a triumphant circle in the air...

As luck would have it, with a flick of his wrist, the whip whistled through the air and came straight at the three of us who were standing still.

The whip tip was both fast and ruthless.

Both the monk and I have practiced martial arts, so I had the reaction. Before the whip even got close, I instinctively took half a step back.

But Liu Zi wasn't so lucky.

The kid watched helplessly as the whip came hurtling towards him, but his body couldn't keep up with his brain. He stumbled, and before he could even move his feet...

"Snapped!"

The whip lashed solidly across his right upper arm.

"Well--"

Liu Zi groaned, sweat immediately beading on his forehead, his entire face scrunched up.

Before we could react, the few Haha Beads who had been sent to retrieve the prey came running back carrying a dead rabbit.

They presented the rabbit to the eldest prince as if it were a precious treasure.

The eldest prince glanced sideways, a smug smile playing on his lips, and recited his lines in an affected manner:

"Good! No matter how fast this beast runs, it can't outrun my arrow. Men, make a note: each person who hunts a rabbit today will be rewarded with one tael of silver upon returning to the palace."

"Okay, cut! That's it!"

Assistant Director Wang shouted through a megaphone, signaling the end of filming for this outdoor scene.

The moment he finished speaking, the other end exploded.

"Fuck you."

With a roar, the Flower Monk, like a wild bull, launched a flying kick!

Before the eldest prince could even turn his head, he was sent flying sideways off his horse.

"Bang"

He fell heavily onto the grass, and he must have broken two of his ribs.

The Flower Monk, not one to back down, rushed to the First Prince in a few strides, mounted him, and began to attack, his fists, as big as sandbags, raining down blows as if they were free.

"Are you doing this on purpose, kid?"

"Fuck your ancestors! You think you're so great just because you have a few stinking coins? You dare to whip people? I'll let you taste that feeling today."

"..."

I've experienced the power of the Flower Monk's fists firsthand. The First Prince was nothing but a punching bag in front of him, unable to even flinch.

I didn't sit idly by either; I jogged over to Liu Zi, squatted down, and checked his injuries.

"How is it?"

Liu Zi gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his voice trembling: "N-nothing, just a superficial injury..."

External injury?

To me, this didn't look like a superficial injury at all. But when I rolled up my sleeves to take a closer look...

Good heavens, the whip marks stretched from his upper arm all the way to his forearm, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and blood was seeping out relentlessly.

"Bear with it."

My pupils contracted, and I tore a strip from under the costume and hastily wrapped it around Liu Zi's upper arm to barely stop the bleeding.

"Get your tetanus shot this afternoon, this is no joke," I instructed.

Liu Zi nodded, his face pale.

In the short time we were treating the wounds, the noise over there suddenly became much louder.

The prince's attendants and a group of crew members surrounded him, some trying to persuade him and others trying to break up the fight.

"Where did this madman come from? What are you doing! You're insane, let go of me!"

"Holy crap, stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

"My goodness, brother, calm down! The Crown Prince must have done it on an accident..."

careless?

Anyone with eyes can see clearly that he was riding recklessly and then injured someone with the whip. How could that be an accident? The eldest prince is, at heart, a scoundrel who bullies others by relying on his power.

While these people were offering verbal advice, their hands were also busy, some pulling on the monk's arms, others hugging his waist, and a few with dirty hands and feet even made small movements towards the monk.

After a few struggles, the Flower Monk was forcibly pulled off the First Prince by four or five people.

"Let me go! You bunch of lackeys, I'm going to cripple him today!"

At this moment, the eldest prince was lifted up by two of his henchmen.

Now his clothes were all torn, his face was bruised, and his nose was bleeding. He looked even more disheveled than us, the little rascals.

The eldest prince reacted for a moment, wiped the blood from his nose, and roared with a ferocious expression:

"Damn it, beat him to death! What the hell dares to hit me? A poor extra, does he know who I am? I can buy your life!"

The people around remained motionless, hesitant to act. After all, a normal person would have to be emotional to hit someone; who would willingly resort to violence for no reason?

Upon seeing this, the eldest prince roared, "Attack! All of you, get on board! Two hundred coins each, beat them to death! If you kill them, I'll take responsibility!"

Upon hearing that there was money to be made and that the boss was backing them up, the henchmen exchanged glances, their courage growing, and they all rushed towards the Flower Monk.

Even if the Flower Monk is skilled in martial arts, he is still just one person.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands; dealing with three or four strong adult men is already the limit.

Sure enough, after only two rounds, the Flower Monk was grabbed from behind by the throat, and two people grabbed his legs and pinned him to the ground.

This is not finished.

The five or six henchmen didn't stop at all; they surrounded the flower monk on the ground and beat him with punches and kicks, each blow landing squarely.

The monk was also a tough guy; he curled up, covered his head with his hands, and carried the load without uttering a sound.

The eldest prince was still not satisfied. He picked up the horsewhip from the ground and limped toward the flower monk.

"Today I'll show you who you can mess with, and who you can't afford to mess with..."

The whip was raised high again.

The power of this weapon was evident from Liu Zi's wounds; if he had been hit a few times, he would have definitely spent several months in the hospital.

The whip cracked a few times, and it began to fall with a whoosh.

next second.

One hand gripped the eldest prince's wrist tightly.

it's me.

Although I wouldn't call myself friends with Monk and Liu Zi, we were at least roommates who shared a lot of cooking. Besides, putting aside Monk's character, he's incredibly kind to his younger brother, which I admire.

Could I just stand by and watch both brothers end up in the hospital? I can't do that.

The eldest prince was taken aback and turned to look at me:

"You fucking—"

I didn't give him a chance to speak.

With a sudden burst of force from my right hand, I twisted his wrist hard behind his back.

The eldest prince had no room for resistance and immediately knelt on the ground in pain.

Even though he had some martial arts skills, he was still unlucky. First, he encountered the martial monks of Baolin Temple, and then he ran into me, a kid from Foshan.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch..." he cried out in pain, his lips trembling.

I didn't care about that, and just grabbed the riding whip.

"What did you just say?" I looked down at him.

As I spoke, I flicked my wrist, and the whip cracked in the air with a crisp sound.

"Snapped!"

The first lash landed on his back, instantly tearing a hole in his yellowish-brown costume.

"ah--"

The eldest prince let out a scream and instinctively tried to break free, but my hand holding his wrist remained firmly in place.

"Snapped!"

Another lash, this time around his thigh.

"This lash is for Liu Zi's sake."

"Snapped!"

The third lash landed on his buttocks.

"This lash is for the Flower Monk."

"Snapped!"

The fourth lash.

"This lash is for the extras who suffered."

"..."

"good!"

Someone in the crowd shouted first.