“Ke Ling, how exactly did they find me? Do they have hounds?”
Yang Liuqing asked while fleeing.
Ke Ling floated to her side and gently shook her head.
“No hounds. Master was tracked by your aura.”
“Xiao Qingqing was too elated and let too much of her aura leak out,”
Ke Li said, floating to the other side.
“They couldn’t just happen to be nearby, could they?”
Yang Liuqing was a bit frustrated.
She still couldn’t perfectly adapt to her new power—how could she possibly control her aura well?
“Others don’t need to be nearby. They just need to know the direction you fled and track you by sensing your aura,”
Ke Li said, poking Yang Liuqing’s cheek with her finger.
“Ke Li is right. A Master who has exposed her escape direction is easy to find,”
Ke Ling nodded slightly.
“Is it that Huang Mao again? How despicable.”
Yang Liuqing felt sickened by these Social Youth Gang members. They were just like cockroaches.
“Master, dodge!”
Ke Ling urgently warned at that moment.
Yang Liuqing didn’t know what was happening but followed the instruction.
Her body moved, dodging toward Ke Li’s direction. Immediately, something brushed past her.
Bang!
A mass of air exploded in front of her.
“What the hell is that?!”
Yang Liuqing was startled and turned to look behind her. She saw Yang Xu retracting his fist.
“Xiao Qingqing, that’s an Air Cannon, even though it was fired with a fist,”
Ke Li said with a grave expression. If that strike had hit her, her internal organs would have been severely damaged.
“That’s absolutely ridiculous.”
Yang Liuqing found it hard to believe. This Quanba was a real Quanba. He could even fire an Air Cannon.
“I suggest you stay put,”
Yang Xu said, his face stern, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes. If she ran, he wouldn’t mind beating her half to death and dragging her back.
“We’re both surnamed Yang—we were one family eight thousand years ago. Why make things difficult for me?”
Yang Liuqing rambled nonsense, her mind racing for a countermeasure.
The distance between them was only about ten meters.
The surrounding area was open and barren, with no cover in sight.
Turning and running would most likely result in being hit by an Air Cannon.
Not knowing how many Air Cannon punches the opponent could throw per second, fleeing was the worst option.
But if she didn’t flee, the pursuing black-clad men and Yang Xu would fight together, putting her at a disadvantage.
“Give up struggling. This is your fate.”
Yang Xu was no fool. Never mind eight thousand years; even if they were a family eight years ago, it wouldn’t matter.
“You came to capture me because I have no background, right? I’m easy to bully.
“You people with power and influence don’t treat ordinary people as human beings at all.”
Yang Liuqing continued her verbal barrage, but her tightly clenched hands revealed her inner unease.
Dragging this out was not a solution.
If the opponent didn’t let his guard down, she couldn’t launch a surprise attack.
This distance was quite delicate; even using the Hound Body Movement, it would be hard to achieve a good effect.
Plus, the opponent was already in a combat state, highly focused—it wasn’t easy.
She understood the principle of catching the ringleader first, but the conditions didn’t allow it.
Now, with those black-clad men closing in, there was even less chance to do that.
“Ke Ling, Ke Li, get ready to go all out.”
She quickly made up her mind. At this point, she would play whatever trump cards she had. Survive first, worry later.
Seeing Yang Liuqing’s serious expression, Yang Xu stepped forward with his left foot, extended his right fist, placed his left fist in a guard position near his side abdomen, lowered his stance slightly, and prepared to attack.
The black-clad men quickly spread out into a fan formation to encircle her.
Just as Yang Liuqing was about to draw the Huayue Zimu Sword to counterattack,
“Master, someone new has intruded,”
Ke Ling said, her gaze suddenly turning upward.
Yang Liuqing and Ke Li followed her gaze upward.
They saw a dark figure falling from high above.
“Tree?”
Yang Liuqing was instantly dumbfounded.
It was a tree flying through the air, extremely fast, aimed at Yang Xu.
On the tree, a faint white silhouette was barely visible.
Yang Xu’s pupils contracted. He clenched his fist so hard that veins bulged.
“In broad daylight, bullying a girl? You filthy thugs have no shame!”
A silvery, bell-like voice rang out from the tree, filled with undisguised anger.
Yang Xu didn’t care what she said. His iron fist punched out fiercely, directly confronting the trunk of the landscaping tree that would take a person to wrap their arms around.
“…Shouldn’t this be a dark, windy night for murder?”
Yang Liuqing looked up at the sky; the earlier moon had been covered by dark clouds.
Bang!
The thick trunk was shattered into pieces, wood chips and leaves flying in all directions.
The white figure backflipped three times and landed beside Yang Liuqing.
It was a young woman wearing a matching white casual outfit, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail, revealing a fair neck. She had a tall, slender figure and a beautiful face.
Her first impression to Yang Liuqing was valiant and heroic.
“Sis, are you okay?”
“…I’m fine.”
Yang Liuqing instantly became wary, but made no sudden move. Until she understood friend from foe, she couldn’t act recklessly.
Even if the other party was deliberately pretending to be friendly to get close.
“Alright. I saw you being chased by them from far away and acted impulsively. As long as I didn’t accidentally hurt you, that’s fine.”
So she was worried that the shockwave from the explosion might have reached here.
“Thank you.”
Yang Liuqing felt a slight warmth in her heart. She could tell that this girl, who might be a bit older than her, was helping out of goodwill.
“Woman, are you looking for trouble?”
Yang Xu’s gaze was icy.
This meddler made him very unhappy.
The duck was in his mouth, and someone had butted in—his anger was rising sharply.
“Northern accent? Jing Ye? Heh, whether you’re Bei Ye or Jing Ye, bullying the weak in front of me, Chen Yanran, I’ll teach you a good lesson.”
The white-clad girl who had announced herself revealed a cold smile.
Chen Yanran? Yang Xu felt he had heard that name somewhere, but couldn’t recall at the moment.
Yang Liuqing was stunned for a moment. ‘These people, why do they all love announcing their names?’
“Master, this is the jianghu. If you don’t announce your name, others won’t know your background, and it’s easy to cause trouble,”
Ke Ling explained quietly.
“Xiao Qingqing, many troubles come from misunderstandings and ignorance. This big sister should be someone with a certain status and position,”
Ke Li further explained.
“I see. So announcing your name can solve a lot of trouble?”
Yang Liuqing suddenly thought of a saying.
“A person’s name is like a tree’s shadow.” If you clearly know someone is formidable and not to be messed with, yet still provoke them, that’s simply asking for death.
Earlier, Chise Liequan and now Yang Xu—announcing their names was all to avoid trouble.
If you know, then you obediently surrender and it’s over.
Don’t make the masters work hard. If you don’t know, then it takes a bit more effort.
The trick behind it is actually simple.
Those who know don’t think much about it.
Those who don’t know would think they have some weird hobby.
Yang Liuqing belonged to the latter.
“Sis, you step aside. This will be resolved quickly.”
Chen Yanran rolled up her white casual jacket sleeves and took a step forward.
“Go.”
Yang Xu raised his right hand and gave the order. The black-clad men immediately drew blades and clubs and charged forward.
“Is this a probe?”
Yang Liuqing didn’t understand.
“Yes, Master. This Quanba can’t gauge the opponent’s strength,”
Ke Ling nodded slightly.
“Sending a bunch of cannon fodder to wear down and test the opponent’s strength is a tactic with relatively high returns.”