Chapter 12: Yang Zhengshan of Yang Family Village
When Yang Zhengshan walked out of the main house, he heard someone let out a miserable cry and fell from the wall.
“Dalang!” Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.
The person who fell from the wall was Jiang Cheng’s eldest son.
Seeing his son injured, Jiang Cheng’s originally calm heart became chaotic, and the others also panicked.
Yang Zhengshan rushed over, shouting, “Don’t panic, Jiang He, you guard the back, and I’ll take care of the front door!”
Yang Zhengshan was only familiar with Jiang He, his son-in-law.
Jiang’s courtyard was much better than Yang’s, with a blue-tiled roof and a seven-foot-high brick wall, providing some defensive capabilities, which would require some effort to breach even if set on fire.
“Everyone come over!” Jiang He received the order and immediately gathered the people to the back.
“Don’t show your heads, just don’t let them in!”
Yang Zhengshan instructed again.
The bandits outside were vicious, and some of them were skilled archers. If they were not careful, they would become targets.
“There’s someone here!”
Just as Yang Zhengshan was arranging the defense, the bandits outside responded.
The noise grew louder, and soon someone crashed into the door.
Jiang’s large gate couldn’t withstand the bandits’ impact and crashed down after four or five hits.
At the moment the gate fell, Yang Zhengshan swiftly threw out the short gun in his hand.
Whoosh! The short gun flew out with a piercing sound, piercing the chest of the bandit standing in front.
The short gun did not stop after piercing one bandit but continued to pierce another.
“Charge in!”
The vicious bandits didn’t care about their injured companions and charged towards the gate.
Jiang’s large gate wasn’t wide, but it was enough for four people to enter simultaneously.
Facing the charging bandits, Yang Zhengshan was not afraid, firing his short gun repeatedly, with a force that surpassed bows and arrows. When he hit someone, the person would fly backward.
Within a few breaths, Yang Zhengshan had already fired three short guns, but it wasn’t enough to stop all the bandits.
Before he could fire again, Yang Zhengshan kicked the iron spear in front of him.
The iron spear jumped up, and he grasped the spearhead, swinging it down violently.
With a loud crash, the bandit in front was knocked to the ground.
Although these bandits were vicious, they were no match for Yang Zhengshan, who was a warrior.
“There’s a warrior! A warrior!”
At this time, the bandits outside also reacted, realizing there was a warrior inside.
The bandits retreated, no longer daring to charge in.
Six bandits lay at the gate, some already dead, others still crying out in pain.
“Quickly call the boss, there’s a warrior here!”
The noise outside grew louder, and Yang Zhengshan’s expression turned grave.
Knife Scar Liu was coming!
He didn’t know if Knife Scar Liu was a warrior, but as the leader of a group of vicious bandits, he was certainly not an ordinary person.
Moreover, the bandits’ reaction indicated that Knife Scar Liu was likely a warrior.
Yang Zhengshan took a deep breath, his first time facing a warrior, and his heart was still tense.
As for charging out, Yang Zhengshan didn’t have such an idea.
In the courtyard, he only needed to defend the gate and didn’t need to face a large number of bandits or worry about ambushes.
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the courtyard grew heavy.
Yang Zhengshan’s arrival had given them some encouragement, but facing the vicious bandit leader, they were filled with anxiety.
If Yang Zhengshan couldn’t defeat the opponent, they would have no choice but to die.
Facing this situation, they didn’t dare to relax at all.
After about half an hour, the noise outside grew loud again, and a tall figure appeared at the gate, Knife Scar Liu.
Knife Scar Liu laughed sinisterly, his eyes fixed on Yang Zhengshan with a vicious gaze.
“Yang Family Village!”
“That’s right, Yang Zhengshan of Yang Family Village!” Yang Zhengshan didn’t hide, as there was no need to hide.
The surrounding ten villages knew that Yang Family Village had a warrior, and it wouldn’t take much effort to find out it was him.
As for passing warriors, this place was far from the official road and the county city, so warriors wouldn’t come here unless they had nothing better to do.
“Ha ha, interesting!” Knife Scar Liu drew out his large knife, laughing maniacally.
The next moment, he strode into the courtyard, his footsteps loud and powerful.
With a fierce cry, he swung his knife down, the heavy blade chopping downwards with great force.
This knife was extremely vicious, and if it hit, even a mountain would split open.
Yang Zhengshan narrowed his eyes, gripping his iron spear tightly.
The core of Yang Family Gun Technique was to break through with a single strike, no second chances.
In other words, Yang Zhengshan only had one shot.
If he failed, he could only abandon his spear and protect himself.
No time to think, Yang Zhengshan reacted instinctively, his iron spear shooting out like a swift wind.
The spear was extremely fast, its white tip leaving a trail of light as it stabbed directly at Knife Scar Liu’s chest.
Knife Scar Liu’s eyes widened in shock, his sinister smile freezing.
Too fast!
It was too late by the time he reacted, and the spear was already inches from his face.
This left him stunned.
To be honest, he didn’t take Yang Zhengshan seriously at first.
Although he was only a warrior in the beginner’s stage, he had experienced countless life-and-death battles.
Compared to other warriors at the same level, he was nearly invincible.
Moreover, he had put his all into this strike, without any intention of holding back.
No time to think, Knife Scar Liu instinctively dodged to the side.
However, his dodge became the biggest opening, and his body naturally followed the direction of the spear.
Exactly what Yang Zhengshan wanted.
With a loud thud, the white spearhead pierced Knife Scar Liu’s shoulder.
He dodged the fatal strike but lost the battle.
Yang Zhengshan sneered, pulling back his spear, and with a swift twist, he flipped the spearhead up, opening Knife Scar Liu’s shoulder.
Fresh red blood sprayed out, and bright red drops fell on the spearhead.
Knife Scar Liu was nearly invincible among warriors at the same level, but Yang Zhengshan was no ordinary warrior.
The cultivation realm was divided into three stages, but these stages were not strictly separate.
Controlling strength was the first stage, followed by stretching tendons and breaking bones. These two stages could exist simultaneously and weren’t necessarily sequential.
In simple terms, controlling strength and stretching tendons were prerequisites for cultivating internal energy, which could be practiced simultaneously, although most warriors would practice controlling strength first due to its relative ease.
Yang Zhengshan had already started stretching tendons and breaking bones, although he hadn’t yet reached the stage of stretching tendons. Due to drinking the Mystical Spring water, his physique had long surpassed that of an average warrior in the beginner’s stage.
Knife Scar Liu had become nearly invincible due to his countless battles, while Yang Zhengshan’s physique had surpassed the beginner’s stage.
One strike could defeat ten, regardless of how rich your battle experience was, as long as I could strike first and with enough force.
However, Knife Scar Liu was a vicious bandit, and even with severe injuries, he didn’t show a hint of fear or panic. Instead, he let out a beast-like roar and swung his knife towards Yang Zhengshan.
“Kill me!”
With a fierce cry, his eyes turned blood-red.
Yang Zhengshan felt a painful ringing in his ears, and with a swift motion, he raised his iron spear.
Ding!
The knife clashed with the spearhead, producing sparks.
“Despite such severe injuries, you’re still so vicious!”
Yang Zhengshan’s heart was shaken, and he retreated several steps, taking advantage of the force from the clash.
Knife Scar Liu was relentless, swinging his knife in a circle, his footsteps swift and deadly, like a fierce tiger.
In an instant, all the young men in Jiang’s courtyard turned pale with fear.
Yang Zhengshan didn’t care about anything else, as Knife Scar Liu’s counterattack was equally ferocious.
His iron spear danced, striking horizontally.
One inch longer, one inch stronger.
The spearhead landed on Knife Scar Liu’s side before the knife reached him.
With a loud crash, Knife Scar Liu was sent flying, like a broken sack.
Take advantage of his weakness, take his life.
Before Knife Scar Liu could steady himself, Yang Zhengshan swiftly thrust his spear into his abdomen, the speed akin to lightning.
Puff! The spearhead entered his belly and came out the other side.
“Boss!” The bandits outside saw this and let out a mournful cry.
The bandits charged in, wanting to avenge their leader.
“Shoot!”
Jiang He, standing on the wall, hastily shouted.
Numerous arrows flew out, but the effect was minimal.
The bandits’ archery skills were decent, but they had never faced such a situation before, and their arrows flew wildly, missing their targets.
Ten bandits charged in, but only one fell to the arrows.
(End of Chapter)
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