Braised Dragon with Soy Sauce

Chapter 179 Sneak Attack on Bandits

Mo Yuming leaped from the courtyard wall onto a large house in the center of the village. Standing on the roof, he could clearly see the fighting taking place in the courtyard.

A middle-aged man, wielding a long sword, was desperately fending off the attacks of three burly men. Behind him were two men and three women; the two men were both in their twenties, each holding a sword and standing protectively in front of the three girls.

The three girls ranged in age from about twenty to only eleven or twelve. The two young men, however, were wounded in multiple places, their clothes torn in several places, their collars stained with blood, making them look like two blood-soaked figures.

The six men were surrounded by more than a dozen thugs armed with sharp weapons and forced into a corner of the backyard with no way out.

Apart from the three thugs fighting with the middle-aged man, the others watched from the sidelines, occasionally cheering and shouting.

"Third Brother, did you not eat enough today, or did you put too much effort into the mother's skin? The knife seemed to float down so easily when you chopped down! Haha!"

"Fifth Brother, you've been playing around for so long, but you haven't shown any real tricks. Have you suddenly become too kind-hearted?"

"Seventh Brother, stop dawdling. If the two older brothers aren't putting in the effort, then you should put in more work. Those women who are so hot they could be squeezed dry can't wait any longer!"

The bandits' shouts were filled with evil and cruelty, as if they were not engaged in a battle, but in a cruel game.

The six people trapped inside were filled with despair and fear; they didn't know how much longer they could hold on.

In this life-or-death moment, they could only huddle together, protecting each other with their own lives.

The three girls huddled in the corner, pale with fright and trembling.

Their eyes were filled with fear, as if they had witnessed the end of the world.

The two young men were so angry that their eyes were bloodshot and they gritted their teeth.

The middle-aged man who was desperately protecting the children was now exhausted and beginning to show signs of defeat; his clothes had been torn in several places.

Mo Yuming originally only wanted to go in and see what was going on. If it was a revenge killing, he didn't want to get involved. After all, as an outsider, he couldn't judge who was right and who was wrong in the feuds of the martial arts world, and he didn't want to get involved in the trouble.

But if it's a robbery by bandits, then the nature of the crime is different.

Seeing that the bandits' attention was focused on the duelists, it silently floated down from the shadows of the eaves to the ground.

He took out a ghostly spider silk from his storage bag and tied it to several pillars, at a height that was just at a person's neck.

Then he took out the remaining three crossbows from the storage bag, loaded them with bolts, and placed them on the ground for later use.

Then, carrying a knife and holding a crossbow, he quietly leaped behind a bandit.

With a swift and fluid motion, he sliced ​​the knife across the bandit's neck. Then, in a smooth and effortless movement, he plunged the blade into the chest of another bandit from behind.

Mo Yuming's sneak attack was successful. It wasn't until the third bandit fell to the ground and died that the unusual movement behind him alerted the bandits watching.

But the fourth bandit was killed by Mo Yuming with a crossbow bolt just as he turned to look for his target.

Most of these bandits were at the fifth or sixth level of the Earth Rank, but because they had been killing and plundering for many years, they were all ruthless killers with extremely strong combat power and rich combat experience.

Therefore, although Mo Yuming's Xuan Gong level was higher than theirs, they were ruthless in killing and had a large number of people, so they dared not be careless.

Seeing that Mo Yuming was alone, the bandits swarmed around him, making it very difficult for him to cope.

If it weren't for the fact that Xuan Gong's cultivation level was much higher than theirs, they would already be in grave danger.

After receiving a few blows, Mo Yuming used his Xuan Tie Treasure Saber to cut off a bandit's serpentine scimitar and slashed a two-foot-long wound across his chest, from his left chest to his right abdomen.

Blood splattered everywhere; the gruesome scene was terrifying.

After killing five people, Mo Yuming didn't want to get bogged down in a fight, so he retreated. When he retreated into the courtyard, a burly man wielding an iron rod on his left leaped up about ten feet and brought the rod down on Mo Yuming's head from mid-air.

At the same time, a tall, thin bandit on the right, wielding a long gun, swept across Mo Yuming's waist.

As if they had planned it beforehand, they tacitly blocked Mo Yuming's top and mid lanes.

The burly man was as tall as an iron tower, his iron rod whistling through the air as if it could shatter the very air. The tall, thin bandit's spear, on the other hand, moved with lightning speed, like a serpent emerging from its hole.

Seeing that the top and middle lanes were blocked, Mo Yuming didn't want to fight them head-on. Even if he managed to withstand their attacks, he would be surrounded by the others again and trapped in a difficult situation. So, Mo Yuming retreated to advance, turning around to block the sweeping spear with his sword, and using the momentum to retreat from their combined attack.

The thief struck empty air with his stick, but he was very experienced in combat and could control the force of his blows with ease.

Seeing that his first strike had missed, the heavy iron rod was easily stopped by him, just like a light bamboo stick, and he quickly swung it towards Mo Yuming, who was retreating.

He wielded that iron rod, which weighed at least a hundred pounds, as easily as a bamboo pole, demonstrating his immense strength and formidable fighting power.

These two long-weapon users greatly hindered Mo Yuming, preventing him from fully utilizing his strengths.

With others intervening whenever they could, Mo Yuming found it difficult to fight.

Mo Yuming pondered that he must eliminate one of these two to break their alliance.

Only by taking the initiative can I lure them into the trap I've set and eliminate them; otherwise, even if I eventually defeat them, it will be a Pyrrhic victory.

Mo Yuming suddenly changed his stance, dodging the burly man with the iron rod, and swung his knife at the tall, thin bandit with the spear.

With such force and speed, the bandit was forced to retreat repeatedly, struggling to defend himself in a panic.

The burly man seemed to realize that Mo Yuming intended to break their alliance by defeating them one by one. So he quickly followed up and attacked Mo Yuming as well.

Just as Mo Yuming's knife was about to slash at the man wielding the gun, the burly man quickly swung his staff with one hand, using it as a spear to thrust at Mo Yuming's chest. This was a long-range, high-force attack; if it hit, even if it didn't pierce through, the powerful impact would send Mo Yuming flying, resulting in either death or serious injury.

The iron rod carried a fierce aura, like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Mo Yuming.

Mo Yuming is facing a huge crisis and he must react quickly, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

But he didn't expect that this all-out attack was exactly what Mo Yuming wanted. Only with such a full-force attack could he not defend himself.

Seeing the lightning-fast iron rod piercing towards his chest, Mo Yuming's long sword, which seemed to be slashing forward with all his might, suddenly turned and slashed at the iron rod.

At the same time, Mo Yuming's body narrowly avoided being turned around by the iron rod. Just as the big man missed his target and tried to pull the iron rod back, Mo Yuming's left hand was already pressed against his throat.

With a soft 'whoosh', the miniature crossbow bolt pierced its throat, flew out from the back of its neck, and landed in a corner of the wall some distance away.

Having landed a successful blow, Mo Yuming immediately bent over and slid to the side, taking the opportunity to retreat and jump out of their encirclement.

His movements were as swift as a cheetah's, and he successfully averted the crisis at the last second.

Mo Yuming took the opportunity to slide down to the corridor of the main room.

Seeing Mo Yuming kill the burly man with the iron rod, the bandits were all enraged and rushed forward with their knives drawn. Their eyes burned with fury, as if they wanted to tear Mo Yuming to pieces.

With a few 'boom' sounds, the three bandits who rushed forward were bounced back by the ghostly spider silk around their necks.

Although his neck wasn't broken, it was nearly so; gushes of blood gushed from the cut, splattering everywhere. The gruesome sight was terrifying.

Just as the bandits behind him stopped abruptly, still shaken, Mo Yuming swiftly picked up the crossbow hidden in the shadows and fired at them.

'Whoosh' 'Whoosh'

Three crossbow bolts swiftly struck the three bandits in vital areas, claiming their lives. The bolts were so fast that there was no time for them to react.

In the blink of an eye, from the moment Mo Yuming launched his sneak attack until now, in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, twelve bandits have lost their lives, including the burly man with the best kung fu skills.

Now, only eight people remain alive, including the three who fought the middle-aged man. Mo Yuming's formidable strength and decisive actions instilled an unprecedented fear in the bandits.

They began to realize that this suddenly appearing person was an extremely dangerous adversary.