Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 31: Why did you steal my martial arts?

The autumn sun was shining brightly, and the entire village was bathed in the still scorching sun. The "Justice for Heaven" flag, which Han Jiulang had re-erected outside the courtyard, fluttered in the wind.

In the courtyard, Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang stood together, watching the confrontation between Chen Jing and Xin Zhuo. They appeared somewhat nervous, but also had a sense of indescribable confusion in their hearts.

They had never heard of the head of the family possessing Fist Technique, after all, the old head of the family did not have it, and there were no corresponding Cultivation Technique scriptures in the village. But the head of the family did indeed accept the challenge.

He didn't seem like an arrogant person.

Su Miaojin stood alone in the corner. For others, this might be just a boring and rude contest, but for her, it was a life-or-death battle.

She was not a stupid woman and naturally saw that Chen Jing had ulterior motives.

If he won, her chances of survival would be greater.

She glanced at the composed Chen Jing, then looked at the calm Xin Zhuo, and unconsciously loosened her grip on her clothes.

Captain Chen will definitely win, and there is no doubt about it. This is the result of considering multiple factors.

Xin Zhuo was observing Chen Jing, and he couldn't understand why the captain insisted on comparing fists with him.

To vent his anger by hitting him a few times, or to take the opportunity to save Su Miaojin?

If they didn't share each other's Fist Technique and upgrade it, he would never agree. He himself had some aversion to this kind of contest that had already taken a stance, feeling that it was awkward.

At this moment, Chen Jing's body suddenly tensed up, like a fierce beast hunting its prey, his calm phoenix eyes filled with sharpness.

With a taut waist and three bows, his right toe broke through a piece of earth, and he was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, suddenly appearing in mid-air.

A strong gust of wind blew, and his clothes rustled. Although there was only one person, there were three figures in the air.

Although there were only two fists, there were eighteen fists in the air.

The fist shadows were blurry, and the air was filled with the sound of vibrations, causing dizziness and confusion. If one was distracted, they would be subjected to countless punches.

Every punch was lethal!

This is the terrifying aspect of the Yimen Du family's Three Injuries to the Sun Fist.

"Good!"

Su Miaojin couldn't help but lightly open her vermilion lips and let out a voice that only she could hear.

Although she had not practiced martial arts, she was well-versed in various military strategies and tactics, as well as martial arts scriptures. Moreover, she had many practitioners around her, so her insight was naturally there.

With this punch, Captain Chen had already reached the peak of Mahayana, and even half a step further.

On the other hand, Xin Zhuo did not move, and it was unclear what he was thinking, or perhaps he didn't know how to use his fists at all.

"Head of the family!"

Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang couldn't help but take a step forward, their worry undisguised.

Seeing Chen Jing's dazzling figure and fist shadows overwhelming the sky, Xin Zhuo finally made a move and faced the countless fist shadows, throwing a punch.

Although it seemed like just one punch, it seemed to create countless fist shadows.

Then, he also jumped up, agile like a cunning rabbit, straight like a sword, and threw another punch, accompanied by a whistling fist wind.

The three women couldn't understand this punch.

It was very ugly, like a dog paddling, but it didn't feel clumsy. It just felt strange.

"Crack!"

The sound of fists colliding, bones clashing, and two figures simultaneously retreating and falling to the ground.

Xin Zhuo remained motionless.

"Dong dong dong..."

Captain Chen Jing took seven steps back in succession, his body slightly bent, his face pale.

With just one exchange, the outcome was clear!

Su Miaojin, Cui Ying'er, and Han Qiniang were all stunned, one didn't expect to lose, and the other didn't expect to win!

At this moment, Chen Jing's feet had sunk half an inch into the ground, his face pale, his eyes filled with shock, confusion, and bewilderment.

"Why do you also know the Three Injuries to the Sun Fist? When did you steal my martial arts?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse, his hands trembling slightly, his hair scattered, and he looked like a defeated beast. Xin Zhuo's fists were even harder than his, and Xin Zhuo's Fist Technique was no different from his.

There were only five people in the world who knew the Du family's Three Injuries to the Sun Fist, and he was one of them.

This is a secret that should not be passed on. Although Master Du Sangu is generous and has many friends, he would not secretly teach the Fist Technique to a small bandit.

Moreover, this bandit is only sixteen years old and has already mastered the Fist Technique to a profound level. His punches are invisible, merging with his body and mind, elusive and difficult to catch. His attacks are as fierce as a tiger, capable of killing with a single strike.

Master Du has been practicing for forty years and only reached this level last year. The difference is too great!

"Are you sure your Fist Technique is the same as his? It seems a bit different."

At least it has been upgraded. Xin Zhuo feels a bit embarrassed. "Besides, I don't think this kind of competition has any meaning. I will remove one of Su Gu's tortures! You're injured, go back and rest!"

The upgraded Fist Technique adapted from Lunar Serenity Well is too violent, like "a messy and incomprehensible dog-like knife technique." If this bounty hunter didn't understand the subtleties of the Three Injuries to the Yang Fist, he would probably be dead.

"...Thank you!"

Chen Jing remained silent for a long time, regained his composure, and stopped dwelling on it. He cupped his fists towards Xin Zhuo, showing his respect for those who have achieved mastery in the Martial Dao. Then he looked at Su Miaojin and said, "I will find a way to save the young lady!"

As he turned to leave, he coughed violently, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground.

That touch of red was particularly striking in the sunlight.

Su Miaojin watched Chen Jing gradually walk away, and her heart sank little by little.

...

"As soon as Chen Headcatcher succeeds, we can take action tonight and rescue Miss Su before the people from the city arrive. It can be considered as turning our achievements into merits."

Yuan Mo'er stood with her hands behind her back, looking straight at the peak. Even though she was confident, she didn't dare to underestimate Chen Headcatcher's Fist Technique.

The Fist Technique that once killed the Iron Fist Bandit Saint Gong Sunwei with one punch and the Evil Monk Tiegu Zhen with two punches. She couldn't find a reason why it couldn't injure the young bandit Xin Zhuo.

"Hopefully!"

The other four bounty hunters nodded in agreement, their expressions much more relaxed.

Just then, a figure slowly descended from the peak.

"How is it, Chen Headcatcher?"

Yuan Mo'er and the others hurriedly approached, but they had a bad feeling when they got closer. Chen Jing's face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

"What happened? How did this happen?"

"Phew!"

Chen Jing couldn't bear it anymore and forcefully spat out a large amount of dark brown blood, his face terrifyingly pale.

"Chen Headcatcher!" The other bounty hunters immediately rushed forward to support him.

"No need!"

Chen Jing pushed everyone away, tore open his shirt, revealing three grim fist imprints on his chest.

"This..." The other bounty hunters were shocked.

"I lost!" Chen Jing closed his eyes. "He knows Fist Technique, and it's the profound level. I'm no match for him."

He wanted to talk about Xin Zhuo's Fist Technique, but he didn't know where to start. It was too similar to his own Fist Technique, almost identical. But as Xin Zhuo said, there were some differences.

More ruthless and mysterious.

Perhaps only Master Du would have a clue.

Silence filled the surroundings.

For the bounty hunters, this news was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. A sixteen-year-old bandit who had reached the profound level in both Saber Technique and Fist Technique!

It was like a three-year-old child carrying a hundred pounds of gold. How could anyone believe it?

"Where did this freak come from?"

The young bounty hunter couldn't help but feel frustrated. The geniuses of the four major families in the city, who were skilled in the Martial Dao, couldn't even come close to mastering a profound level technique. How could a small bandit, with limited resources and limited access to books, achieve it?

There is absolutely no shortcut on the path of the Martial Dao. Even if there were shortcuts, it would be impossible to reach the profound level.

"I'll go!" Yuan Mo'er suddenly spoke up and walked towards the peak without hesitation.

"Be careful, Yuan Headcatcher. It seems like he also knows the Water Gate Cultivation Technique. Don't underestimate him!" Chen Jing reminded, enduring the immense pain in his chest.

"No need! If he is proficient in Saber Technique, Fist Technique, and also excels in Qinggong, I, Yuan Mo'er, am willing to serve him as a servant or concubine."

(End of this chapter)