Chapter Thirty-Three: Soft Persimmon?

  Chapter Thirty-Three: Soft Persimmon?

  Kill the Golden Toad King, Ning Chong slowly retracted his fist.

  He wiped the blood from his fist and saw that everyone was staring at him like a monster, so he smiled and explained: "When the Golden Swallowing Beast uses its metal needle attack, it's actually when its defense is the weakest. I took advantage of this, so it was easy to succeed."

  Ning Chong spoke lightly, but the muscles on everyone's face twitched. Those who had fought against the Golden Swallowing Beast King knew that even when it was at its weakest in defense, ordinary sword attacks could hardly harm it. Everything was far from being as easy as Ning Chong said.

  At this time, Liu Zi and Zhang Long simultaneously cast their eyes not far away, but saw that the Jinyu beast led away by Ning Chong was lying dead on the ground, with a similar posture to the Jinyu beast king, obviously also Ning Chong's handiwork.

  The two of them couldn't help but exclaim:

  "Have you really defeated that Golden Guardian Wyrm? No way!"

  "My god! Are you still human?!"

  As soon as everyone heard this, they turned their eyes and saw the corpse of the Golden Swallowing Beast's guard. They were shocked at the same time, but also suddenly understood that Ning Chong had not lured the Golden Swallowing Beast's guard away, but had solved it on the spot, and then waited for the opportunity to strike and kill the Golden Swallowing Beast King!

  The scene fell silent for a moment, and it wasn't until then that the crowd slowly came back to their senses. Liu looked at Ning with shame and embarrassment, before lowering his head. Along this journey, he had always made fun of Ning's second-stage Warrior power, not taking his strength seriously in his heart. But now, Ning's displayed strength was like a slap in the face, hitting him hard and making it impossible for him to lift his head again.

  Among the crowd of onlookers, a pair of calm and black eyes darted back and forth before jumping to Ning Chong's side. Grabbing onto his arm, she coquettishly said: "Hey, big brother, I remember you only knew basic fist techniques a few months ago! How did you manage to master the Rolling Stone Fist in just a few short months? And isn't it said that the Rolling Stone Fist is unlucky and will drive those who practice it mad? Why are you perfectly fine? Tell me, tell me! You promised to teach me, don't hold back!"

  Ning Chong slightly frowned, he naturally couldn't tell others about the strange feeling he had. He paused for a moment before smiling and saying: "I don't know what secret it is, but I just kept practicing hard and it turned out like this... Hmm, maybe it's related to my diligent practice of basic exercises for over ten years, punching hundreds of times every day, with a very solid foundation..."

  Quiet for a moment, they couldn't help but feel greatly disappointed, and Ning Chong's words were met with raised eyebrows. The other four people who were listening intently also found it hard to conceal the disappointment on their faces. It wasn't that they didn't believe Ning Chong, but even if what he said was true, they wouldn't be able to do it.

  Indeed, in this world, those who can practice basic fist methods for over a decade are probably only Ning Chong and one other person. Others learn the basics of martial arts and graduate within two to three years, then move on to learning lower-level techniques and internal skills.

  Nowadays, everyone has already formed their own style, and it's useless for them to go back and practice basic fist techniques.

  "Ah, hahaha! I've got it! The real Golden Toad King has been caught! Got it! Hahaha!"

  While everyone was chatting, a burst of loud and unpleasant laughter like that of a crow suddenly came from the woods.

  Then, the bushes rustled, and a group of big men walked out of the dense forest. The leader was ugly in appearance, with a shiny bald head, and an expression that was ferocious and menacing;

  The remaining dozen or so people were all ferocious and violent, with a strong aura of bloodthirstiness on their bodies, obviously all old rivers who had been stained with blood.

  Ning Chong was even more careful to notice that several people had a black tiger head embroidered on their chest, and he couldn't help but sink his gaze - it was the Black Tiger Mercenary Group again!

  Everyone saw that the group of fugitives had formed a gang, and they knew that these few big men were not good. Suddenly, their faces didn't look too good. Li Jin was the leader, he went up and asked: "What kind of people are you? You suddenly appeared, what instructions do you have?"

  "That's clearly the leader, with a bald head and a sneer on his face, revealing a row of sharp teeth. He said: 'Alright, alright, if you know what's good for you, leave the corpse of the Golden Beast King behind, and then get out of here immediately! If you do that, we might consider sparing your lives!'"

  As soon as the bald man's voice fell, a big man behind him immediately added loudly: "And - you can roll away, these two little girls must stay, they look pretty and tender, just right for us to vent our fire and comfort our little brothers! Hahaha!"

  As soon as these words came out, all the big men had lustful faces and burst into loud and strange laughter.

  Ruan Hongfu's face turned red with anger, her silver teeth clenched tightly.

  Li Jin's face sank, and he said with a belly full of anger: "You few people don't bully others too much!"

  "Hmph, what's the point of bullying you? Whoever has the fist is right! Hmph, if you don't behave and listen to me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

  Baldy spoke with his mouth, and his right hand had already drawn out the long knife on his back.

  Zhang Long took a step forward, his face filled with rage as he shouted: "Captain, stop wasting your breath on them! If we're going to fight, let's do it!"

  "Baldy sneered: 'Want to fight? Hehe, you're just a few inexperienced kids who haven't even grown hair yet. You're not even in our sights. One finger from us and we can easily knock you down!'"

  Indeed, these few people not only have a large number of people, but their cultivation is at the fourth stage of martial arts, with at least five people. The overall strength is absolutely above Li Jin and others. This made Li Jin somewhat apprehensive, blocking Zhang Long, still trying to mediate, saying: "Everyone, if there's something that can be discussed, we're not soft persimmons either. If you want to swallow us up, it's best for everyone to weigh their own strength first!"

  Upon hearing this, the bald man burst into cold laughter, completely unbothered. His underlings, a group of burly men, also crossed their arms and sneered, fidgeting with the blades in their hands as if eager to strike.

  Taking two steps forward, the bald man finally issued an ultimatum: "I'll give you one last chance, be sensible... get out!" Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly raised his long knife and leapt into the air, pouncing towards Li Jin.

  "Despicable!" Li Jin snorted, defending himself in time, and swung his large knife to fight alongside Guang Tou.

  He spoke halfway, suddenly ambushed, this bald head used the common villainous tactics in the rivers and lakes, used to deal with people who were not experienced enough in the rivers and lakes, it can be said that it was repeatedly used without fail, easily defeating his opponent.

  But Li Jin was not a novice in the jianghu, and under his precautions, Guangtou did not succeed.

  The battle began, and the Han people shouted and killed, waving their swords and charging forward. Zhang Long and others did not show weakness, made a gesture, and clashed with the Han people together.

  For a time, the cries of "Kill!" shook heaven and earth, the sound of clashing blades was incessant.

  A burly man wielding a single-edged sword, seeing that Ning Chong's physique was not particularly robust and his cultivation being the lowest among them as a Martial Artist of the second stage, suddenly charged over. He wanted to take advantage of the "soft persimmon".

  In their eyes, they must be the softest persimmon in the team?

  Ning Chong looked at the big man rushing over with an expression of self-confidence that seemed to say "I've got this in the bag", and couldn't help but find it laughable.

  And Liu Zi and the others, although they were in the midst of battle, couldn't help but notice that the big man who had charged towards Ning was actually somewhat sympathetic to this guy who was looking for a soft persimmon to squeeze...

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