Chapter 17: In Our Nine Provinces, Foreigners Have No Right to Arrogance!
In just a moment, the medicines were nearly sold out. Wuliang, seeing the scene, was rubbing his hands in anticipation, “Brother Nan, leave selling medicine to me from now on, alright? With over a hundred men under my command, I can guarantee we’ll conquer every street stall in the capital!”
Xiang Nan didn’t hesitate, “Alright! Pay attention to the technique, and later train your brothers well. We’ll establish a plaster monopoly!”
Wuliang clapped his hands, “Deal! Thank you, Brother Nan!”
Beside them, Zheng Hao was stomping anxiously, “Brother Nan, Brother Liang, take me with you, let’s soar together!”
Just then, a sudden change occurred!
From the upper floors of a burning building, a person was flung out, crashing down right toward Xiang Nan’s stall.
The area was crowded; a person falling from above instantly injured several people, and the ground was soon filled with cries of pain.
Upon closer inspection, the fallen man wore tight black clothing, with a dragon-shaped emblem on his shoulder.
Xiang Nan had seen this emblem before, on Captain Pheasant of the Longyuan Army.
It was the Longyuan Army!
In the Nine Provinces continent, the Longyuan Army was renowned, regarded as one of the two major guardian forces.
Their presence here meant they were on a special mission.
That explosion earlier, then, was certainly not ordinary.
Thanks to someone cushioning his fall and his own formidable skills, Li Mu, even after plummeting from such height, was only severely wounded.
He coughed, mouth full of blood.
Li Mu staggered to his feet, his fiery gaze fixed ahead.
In front, amid the raging flames, a black figure emerged, with broad, leathery bat wings unfurled on either side.
The wings extended, swooping straight toward the stall!
“What the hell is that?!”
“It’s a demon! Run!”
People scattered like startled animals, the injured crawling and stumbling in panic.
Zheng Hao, seeing this, felt his legs go weak, “Brother Nan, Brother Liang, it’s a demon! We must flee!”
The two young women were so frightened their faces went pale, fleeing in high heels as fast as they could.
Yet Wuliang was itching to try his hand, rubbing his fists with anticipation.
And Xiang Nan, unmoving as a mountain, stared ahead, his gaze sharp and unwavering.
In an instant, the winged shadow arrived.
Under the streetlamp, Xiang Nan saw clearly: it was a foreign man with red hair and emerald eyes.
The wings behind him were a sophisticated mechanism, capable of expanding and retracting for flight.
The red-haired man’s eyes were filled with pride and disdain, and the two short blades he held glinted with chilling light.
“Hmph! The Longyuan Army of Nine Provinces is nothing special!”
Li Mu gritted his teeth, “The Ghost Tomb of Rascha wants to harm our Nine Provinces, but the Longyuan Army will never allow it!”
Though gravely injured and barely able to stand, his spirit was undiminished.
The clash of steel echoed through the night air!
The red-haired man narrowed his eyes, “Then die!”
He leaped into the air, blades flashing, aiming straight for Li Mu’s chest.
Li Mu, wounded but determined, summoned his strength and roared, unleashing a burst of energy that stirred up clouds of dust.
His body seemed to swell, muscles and bones bulging.
He raised his iron arm to block.
Clang! Clang!
The blades struck his iron arm, ringing with metallic resonance.
Xiang Nan and the others were stunned.
This was truly iron skin and steel bones—the Longyuan Army was indeed formidable!
Yet.
The red-haired man’s skills were not inferior; each strike, though unable to pierce, left bloody gashes on Li Mu’s iron arm.
The red-haired man’s assault grew fiercer, while Li Mu, near exhaustion, struggled to hold on.
Xiang Nan could bear it no longer!
“In our Nine Provinces, foreigners don’t get to be arrogant!”
His shout resounded like thunder!
Xiang Nan charged forward like an arrow, hurling his small folding stool straight at the red-haired man attacking Li Mu.
Forced to change tactics, the red-haired man smashed the stool with one hand, still aiming the other blade at Li Mu.
But before he could touch Li Mu, Xiang Nan’s fist slammed into his abdomen.
The red-haired man was sent flying over ten meters, skidding back two or three more, gouging trenches in the ground.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, glaring at Xiang Nan with eyes nearly bulging out.
“Who are you?” the red-haired man demanded angrily.
“A man of the Nine Provinces!” Xiang Nan replied, a hint of a smile on his lips, hands clasped behind his back, radiating authority.
“That’s impossible!” The red-haired man was utterly incredulous.
Judging by Xiang Nan’s age, he couldn’t be more than twenty, yet his punch was so powerful!
He himself was the youngest and most promising martial talent in Rascha’s Ghost Tomb, yet he had been sent reeling and coughing blood from a single punch.
Unwilling to accept it, the red-haired man hooked his blade and suddenly unfurled his wings, soaring skyward.
In an instant, clouds churned and sand whirled.
A murderous aura enveloped Xiang Nan and the others.
Wuliang, seeing the red-haired man’s terrifying power, called Zheng Hao to stand by for support, ready to aid Xiang Nan if needed.
Li Mu, exhausted, held himself upright by sheer will.
Amid the raging storm, Xiang Nan stood tall, spiritual energy surging between his brows, fists clenched so tightly he could crush the air.
The next moment.
The red-haired man dove down, blades gleaming coldly.
A mighty wind swept over them!
But Xiang Nan stood unmoved, his white T-shirt whipping in the gale.
In a blink, the red-haired man’s blade was about to strike his face—
No one knew how Xiang Nan dodged, but he slipped past the attack flawlessly.
He countered with a side punch.
Boom!
The force of his fist rippled through the air, shattering the red-haired man’s chest armor into dust.
The cracking sound of breaking bones echoed; terror filled the red-haired man’s eyes as blood spurted from his mouth, sending him flying thirty meters.
Just as the red-haired man was about to collapse, another shadow flashed by, wings beating the air.
Swish, swish, swish—
Several silver flashes shot toward Xiang Nan like meteors in the darkness, dense as a swarm, lightning-fast.
Thanks to his agility, Xiang Nan performed a leap and a graceful twist, emerging unscathed.
Had he been half a second slower or less nimble, he would have been riddled like a beehive.
Looking ahead, a foreign woman with golden wavy hair, emerald eyes, and a high nose caught the red-haired man with one hand.
Her gaze toward Xiang Nan was fierce and suspicious.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, another figure in black descended from the sky, landing on the roof of a nearby Land Rover with one knee.
The classic rugged vehicle was flattened into a sheet of metal!
The sheer force left everyone present gasping.
Xiang Nan noticed the dragon-shaped emblem on her shoulder and breathed a sigh of relief.
She was from the Longyuan Army of Nine Provinces!
A woman with thick brows and large eyes, her expression harsh and fierce!
Her presence, her movements, her aura—all wild and untamed, like a lone wolf standing proud and defiant.
The lone wolf’s fierce gaze locked onto the golden waves.
Suddenly, she shot forward like a cannonball toward the woman.
The golden-haired woman raised her hand.
Swish, swish, swish—
A barrage of cold flashes sliced through the air.
The lone wolf twisted in midair, dodging every projectile.
Her momentum forward was only slightly slowed.