Capítulo 6: 006 Stop talking nonsense so much
From the surrounding trees, seven or eight people emerged, each holding a bow, arrows nocked and aimed at the people in the open.
The one leading was a burly man, one of his ears severed, a horrific scar on his left cheek.
"Mountain Wind's second chief, Hell's Messenger!"
On seeing this man, Old Gao was terrified, his soul almost left his body.
Among the three chiefs of Mountain Wind, the boss and the third rarely showed up, but the feature of the second in command was well known to everyone.
He used to be a condemned criminal before joining Mountain Wind after escaping from prison. His wanted poster had even been posted in Ba County.
Mainly because Hell's Messenger's appearance was so recognizable, even those who haven't seen his poster could identify him at first glance.
The other people identified this notorious bandit as well, turning pale with fear.
According to Hell's Messenger's murderous deeds, he would certainly kill them all.
It's said that all three chiefs of Mountain Wind are Martial Artists of grade rank, these dozens of people were no match for these extremely evil bandits.
Moreover, the opponent had archers, poison arrows aimed at them.
Several caravan protectors, along with about ten others, stood still, afraid to move, fearing that any slight motion would make them live targets.
"Could it be... I'm going to die here today?"
Old Gao's face turned deathly pale, his heart filled with despair.
Suddenly, he remembered Gu Yang beside him, and from within the despair, hope sprung.
On their side, there was also a Martial Artist of grade rank!
...
Hell's Messenger held a conspicuous ghost-headed saber on his shoulder, yawning while cursing at the sight of only ten or so mules: "I got up before sunrise for this little stuff? Dammit, these few things are worth my personal visit?"
One of his men reassured him, "Second Chief, since we came in here, we haven't made any business for two months. Even a mosquito is meat."
Hell's Messenger spit out a thick sputum, "Fine, just consider it a wedding gift for the boss."
The man looked at the teenager who had brought the news and asked, "What should we do with this traitor?"
Hell's Messenger growled: "Anyone who dares to betray our stronghold, catch him and hang him publicly."
The teenager, who had been terrified, became indignant upon hearing Hell's messenger's words. He lifted up his neck and said: "I, Zhang Xiao Hai, come from an innocent family. I am forced to join you. I'm not a bandit."
Hell's Messenger watched him smirk, "I like your tough bones the most. I'll break your bones one by one later to see if you can still be this hard——"
Before he could finish his words, Hell's messenger's face suddenly changed, he turned to his side, and a small stone with the strength and wind in it, flew past rubbing his face.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Accompanied by several breaking sounds through the air, several nearby archers were hit and fell to their own blood without uttering a sound.
Of the nine bandits, only Hell's Messenger remained standing.
This outright change caught everyone by surprise.
Old Gao and the others were first shocked, then overjoyed.
They were saved!
Their biggest worry was that Gu Yang would fear Mountain Wind and run away, leaving them all behind.
Most shocked was the teenager who was dumbfounded, looking at the young man beside him who was only a few years older than him. His attire was completely that of a mountain hunter, apart from being overly handsome.
Who would have thought that he was an expert of grade rank.
There were only over twenty bows in the Mountain Stronghold, and all who were designated as archers had extraordinary skills and had been with Mountain Wind for years.
With just one move, this man killed seven archers.
With such skills, he must be a highly graded expert.
...
"I must have underestimated him."
Hell's Messenger didn't look at his dead subordinates, only glared at the young hunter, his face grim. "A small merchant convoy has hired a Martial Artist of grade rank. How peculiar."
Gu Yang didn't say anything, he simply drew a machete from his waist.
This was his first kill, but when he swung his machete, there was no shaking on his hand.
Even though he was an eighth-grade martial artist, he still felt a strong threat when several longbows targeted him.
Earlier, when the archers were distracted by the young man, he struck decisively.
Hell's messenger gripped his ghost-headed saber in front of him, shouting, "State your name, my saber——"
Buzz!
Everyone only heard the vibration sound of the blade cutting the air.
The next moment, they saw a large amount of blood spurting from Hell's Messenger's throat, he fell with a heavy thud, his face full of disbelief. His mouth moved, and from his lip movement, it seemed like he wanted to ask: "Who are you, after all?"
Old Gao and others found it incredible as they looked at the body on the ground.
The renowned third chief of Mountain Wind was killed by a single strike?
They were just worried earlier, doubting if Gu Yang, despite his youth, could handle Hell's Messenger.
Who knew that in a blink of an eye, Hell's Messenger was already dead.
Gu Yang had only swung his machete once.
The way they looked at the young hunter had become a look of deep respect.
...
Gu Yang ignored the body on the ground, returned his machete to his waist.
After his arrival in this world, he had already prepared himself to kill. However, when the day actually came, he still felt somewhat uneasy.
"In this world, if you don't kill others, they will kill you."
He thought to himself.
The hidden weapon technique he used earlier, and the shocking sabre strike, were killing techniques control he had painstakingly practiced during his last life simulation.
It seems that he practiced these techniques in that life due to lack of enough strength, in order to take revenge for the Liu Family Village.
Gu Yang returned to the caravan and said: "Dispose of the body. Also, since we encountered bandits this time, you will have to pay more when we get back."
"Yes."
No one dared to say a word of refusal, If it wasn't for Gu Yang, they would definitely all have died here. Even if they had to give more money, they were willingly to do so.
"By the way, both Xiang County and Ba County have placed bounties on Mountain Wind, the head of this third chief is worth a thousand silver.
Gu Yang paused for a moment, struggled for a few seconds, then said, "Cut off his head, preserve it with some lime, and take it back for reward."
With one thousand silver coins, he could start twenty simulations.
What's wrong with bringing a head with him? It was no big deal.
"You, come with me. I have something to ask you." Gu Yang pointed at the teenager who had escaped from the stronghold of Mountain Wind and walked to the side.
The boy was still in shock from witnessing the killing of Hell's Messenger, but he woke up at his call and followed him.
When they reached a place where no one was around, the teenager knelt down suddenly and said, "Please accept me as your disciple..."
Gu Yang lifted him up with one hand and said faintly, "I'm not taking on any disciples."
The boy was swept away by his deep gaze and didn't dare to say anything more.
"Tell me, who else is in Mountain Wind's hideout?"
Yes, Gu Yang was so desperate that he had decided to take on these bandits.
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