Chapter 3: The Robber's Riot at Shi Family Village

  Shi Jin heard this and immediately jumped up, shouting for the young servants of the Zhuang family to bring him his Dragon Head Cudgel and horse. Without waiting for the gathering of the Zhuang family's men, he mounted his horse in one bound and galloped out of the rear garden.

  All he could hear was the sound of drums getting tighter, Shi Jin rushed into the village and saw that several places in the village were rising with thick smoke, baring their teeth and brandishing their claws, straight from the village to the sky. For a while, the sounds of killing, shouting, and fighting, layered on top of each other, directly pierced Shi Jin's ears, stirring his blood to boil and his heart to thump wildly.

  Shi Jin rushed past a village alley, just as he encountered a group of bandits. The mountain bandits were carrying sacks of rice, driving pigs and sheep, led by a sturdy young man with a yellow scarf wrapped around his head, one hand holding a blood-stained wooden knife, the other hand holding several chickens and ducks upside down. As soon as they turned into the alley, they saw Shi Jin riding his horse at full speed, looking at Shi Jin's face which was purple-red, his eyes like those of a hungry tiger, staring straight into their souls, making their hearts tremble with fear.

  The young man was immediately intimidated and didn't care about the chickens and ducks, he randomly threw them away and retreated. The followers behind him were unaware of what was happening and couldn't advance or retreat, they panicked and became disorganized, their formation collapsed before a fight even began.

  Shi Jin urged his horse forward, raised his club and struck first. The tip of the club made a dull thud as it pierced the shoulder blade of the leader of the Han men, and fresh blood splattered everywhere, staining the faces of the onlookers behind him with droplets of blood. Shi Jin was also secretly shocked in his heart, never having thought that the Panlong Club would be so powerful, and unconsciously softened by three points, slightly reducing his strength.

  Those rascals saw the small head being poked out with a wrist-sized hole, and were so scared that they urinated and defecated, their legs trembling like sieves, wanting to run but unable to move. Before they could even react, Shi Jin swept and hacked at them, beating them into a state of disarray. In this way, the battle continued all the way to the village front stage.

  Only the stage was filled with grains and cattle, surrounded by many followers, coming and going, like a market, very lively. On the stage, a man sat on horseback, wearing a red silk face mask, wearing a golden iron armor, holding a steel spear in his hand. He was the second master of Shaohua Mountain, nicknamed Jumping Tiger, Chen Da.

  Shi Jin glared at the man, whose face was full of smugness, and suddenly a thousand fires blazed up in his heart. Without regard for the crowd or their numbers, he raised his staff and charged forward to strike.

  A small clown far from the stage was the first to discover Shi Jin, shouting out in surprise, causing everyone to look back. The bolder ones had already grabbed their knives and guns and rushed up.

  Shi Jin rushed to the front, with a single move opening up the sky, and thousands of dragon scales flew out in all directions. The crowd watched in amazement as the dragon scales shot out in four directions, quickly closing in on them, forcing them to defend themselves, but they didn't realize that they had blocked nothing, and the dragon scales suddenly disappeared. Shi Jin took advantage of this brief moment, stabbing continuously with his left hand and slashing with his right.

  Where the stick shadow points, every move sees blood, where the stick momentum passes, everyone dies. The moment the stick falls, more than a dozen people die or are injured. Shi Jin kills with relish, not giving the bandits a moment to regain their senses, and heads straight for the leader on that platform.

  At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from among the thieves: "Nine-patterned Dragon!"

  Everyone was shocked, and Chen Da on the stage also jumped in fright. His smile immediately froze on his face, but at this moment, he couldn't care about too much. He turned the reins, joined the crowd of onlookers, and rushed out of the village on horseback.

  Shi Jin saw the bandits abandon their helmets and armor, fleeing in disarray. He thought to himself that Mount Liusha was not as formidable as he had imagined, and so he decided to capture Chen Da alive, which would be even more heroic. After defeating a few stubborn bandits, he mounted his horse and chased after them.

  Chased out of Shi Jia Zhuang for ten miles, Chen Da relied on his fast horse and always maintained a few zhang's distance. Occasionally, he would turn back to fight, getting close enough to see each other clearly, but unfortunately Chen Da had no intention of engaging in a fierce battle, exchanging only one or two blows before urging his horse to flee.

  Shi Jin was young and vigorous, but he felt somewhat resentful in his heart. He was only annoyed that he hadn't brought his bow and arrows with him when he left, if he had them in hand, he would have made him eat a few arrows. Shi Jin's heart was filled with anger, and he couldn't help but clench the Dragon Head Cudgel tightly in his hand. Thinking of this, he became even more enraged. If only there were bullets, wouldn't it be easy to take care of him with one pull of the trigger, sending him to the afterlife? Why bother running around like this? One day, when I find Lei Zhen, no matter how far you run in the mountains, I will definitely take your life!

  Shi Jin had barely finished his thought when suddenly a loud shout of "Kill!" burst out from the front, Shi Jin was greatly shocked and cried out in alarm. He reined in his horse to stop its momentum, at this moment not far ahead there were also shouts of "Kill!". Shi Jin's right side faced the mountain, he had no choice but to hastily turn his horse left and flee, rushing blindly into the forest without choosing a path.

  Behind him, the cries of "Kill!" were continuous and unending, as if a cavalry unit was rapidly approaching. Shi Jing's heart was anxious, his mind increasingly confused, he simply whipped his horse, completely losing direction.

  Shi Jin was worried in his heart, and he thought a lot in an instant. At first, he shouldn't have chased after him, coming alone to this place. If he were caught by the bandits, not only would he humiliate himself, but also implicate his master's reputation. Moreover, it would allow those bandits to bully the villagers of Shi's village and insult their womenfolk. The family business that had been built up over many years would also be ruined, falling into the hands of these scoundrels.

  Shi Jin's thoughts flashed by, and he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

  Just as he let out a sigh, a group of horsemen suddenly appeared on the right side, and the leader was Chen Da. Chen Da sneered and shouted: "You've fallen into my trap! You fool, don't try to escape!"

  Enemies meet, eyes are red. Shi Jin was furious in his heart, rushed to the front, and hit with a stick. Chen Da wielded an eight-foot steel spear, shook off the gun flower, and immediately fought in one place.

  Shi Jin heard the sound of killing and running getting closer and closer, unwilling to fight anymore. He used a trick to deflect Chen Da's steel spear from his chest, tightened his legs around the horse's belly, and galloped away. Chen Da was caught off guard by Shi Jin's sudden move and had no time to react. Afraid that Shi Jin would escape, he blew a loud whistle, disregarding all rules of chivalry.

  Chen Da's men rushed forward on horseback, mixed with knives and guns, stabbing and killing together. Shi Jin was quick-eyed, holding his staff to guard the gate, turning sideways and pulling the reins, dodging to the other side of the horse.

  The crowd struck with one blow, but it had already become a net-like situation, cutting off Shi Jing's path. Shi Jing turned back on his horse, his hands moving continuously, opening up the urgent spearheads, and counterattacking with a reverse thrust.

  At this moment, Chen Da's steel spear whizzed and went straight to Shi Jin's back. Shi Jin turned around and let it pass, not paying attention, but the Panlong staff in his hand pointed east and west, and in the blink of an eye, he knocked down three people in front of him.

  At this moment, Chen Daoliang and his men, a group of seven or eight people, with seven or eight white blades shining brightly in the sunlight, were walking around Shi Jin's body, intent on harming him.

  Shi Jin carefully maneuvered, hearing the sound of fierce fighting getting closer, but seeing no way out in front of him, he steeled himself. Originally, he had been defending seven parts and attacking three parts. At this moment, Shi Jin's mindset had changed, embracing a desperate determination, wielding the Panlong staff with all-out killing moves.

  The crowd was shocked and felt a killing aura, the dragon scales in front of them were chaotic, like a snowstorm, wherever the stick went, it seemed as if a hidden dragon was roaring. Even Chen Da's heart was somewhat fearful, his hand involuntarily slowing down. At this point, Shi Jin killed with red eyes, one move "Dragon Travels Four Wilderness", fighting as if entering an uninhabited territory, wherever the stick went, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

  As Shi Jin thrust his spear into the last bandit's chest, Chen Da also got angry. He thought to himself, "I spared you three times because you're a decent fellow, but you're too ruthless, I won't forgive you."

  Chen Da let out a loud roar and used his lifelong ultimate skill, the Evil Tiger Leaps Over the River. This move aimed to unite man and gun as one, forgetting life and death, ultimately unleashing a killing move to severely injure the enemy's hand. The crucial part of this move lay in the extension and exertion of force through every joint in the body, with each passing joint doubling the force, from the wrist down to the bare feet, like drawing a bow to shoot an arrow, its counterforce already possessing the momentum of ten thousand kilograms, having the bravery of a million men, piercing stone tablets and snapping beams was nothing to speak of.

  Chen Da let out a loud tiger's roar, and the evil tiger jumped over the ravine immediately.

  Shi Jin felt Chen Da's spear technique change suddenly, a steel spear like an extended arm, with a sharp and piercing momentum. He saw Chen Da's body twist and turn, with flexible joints, and also with the momentum of charging into battle. Shi Jin had never seen such a spear technique before, he only saw the flashing spearhead following the movement of his body, in a flash it was already in front of him, suddenly his heart was shocked and he didn't have time to dodge, thinking that he was dead.

  But unexpectedly, Chen Da fell off his horse with a thud. The steel spear pierced through Shi Jin's horse with a swooshing sound, and its momentum didn't stop until it was stuck deep in the ground, all the way to the spearhead.

  Shi Jin was frightened and covered in sweat, jumping away and pinning Chen Da to the ground. He cut off the horse's reins and tied him up tightly.

  Just as Shi Jin grabbed Chen Da and stood up, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. Without turning around, he knew that a knife was placed on it. At this moment, the cavalry rushed over, surrounding them like an iron barrel.

  Shi Jin felt a chill in his heart, and just then the man behind him said: "When I, Yang Chun, strike with this knife, it's not just that the hero's energy is short?" Having spoken, his hand rose and the knife fell...