Martial Arts Longevity Begins with the Equipment Slot

Chapter 28 Battle in the Dense Forest, Slaying the Murderer

"Bandits? Murderers and robbers?"

Chen Yu instantly became alert, but his feet remained motionless.

Do not reveal any weaknesses to the enemy unless you are absolutely certain of success.

Sometimes, blindly running away can actually lead to a quicker death.

The three corpses on the ground were still bleeding.

The blood flowed down the slope and had already reached the middle of the road.

Chen Yu slowly squatted down, as if his legs had gone limp from fright.

His right hand quietly reached into his robes, his fingertips touching two caltrops.

This is a hidden weapon from the Sword Forging Manor, coated with poison; it will kill upon contact with blood.

His left hand hung at his side, loosely holding the powder packet in his sleeve, which contained lime powder mixed with sulfur powder.

Voices came from behind the locust tree, rough and hoarse, tinged with the smell of alcohol.

"Hey bro, there's a rabbit squatting over there."

"Is he fat or not?"

"The one carrying the medicine basket is a purchasing agent."

"Procurement? That's lucrative!"

Three figures emerged from behind the tree, flanking the tree in a fan shape.

The man in the middle carried a thick-backed machete, the blade still stained with blood, which gleamed dark red in the twilight.

He was very strong, with a scar on his left cheek that stretched from his eyebrow to the corner of his mouth.

On either side, there was a tall, thin man and a short, fat man, each holding a sharp knife.

Scarface was taken aback when he saw Chen Yu standing still, then grinned.

"Kid, are you scared out of your wits?"

Chen Yu glanced at the three people's positions and quickly made a decision in his mind.

The three people formed a triangular shape, three steps apart, blocking their escape routes to the front and left and right.

But behind them was a dense forest, and night was falling. If they turned to run away, they would surely be caught.

"Kid," Scarface pointed at Chen Yu with the tip of his knife, "do you know the rules?"

Chen Yu lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Hero... what does a hero want?"

"What do you want?"

"Hahaha!"

Scarface laughed loudly, and the two men on either side of him laughed along.

"I want your dog's life, the money in your arms, and those dog eyes of yours that saw something they shouldn't have seen."

He stepped forward, holding the cleaver horizontally to Chen Yu's neck, but did not immediately bring it down.

When a cat catches a mouse, it always has to play a game.

"Kneel down!"

Scarface leaned over, spraying the stench of alcohol onto Chen Yu's face.

"Kneel three times, call me 'Grandpa' three times, and I'll give you a quick death!"

Chen Yu's shoulders were shaking.

Scarface became even more smug and turned to the tall, thin man on his left, saying:

"Third brother, go and search his medicine basket and see if there's anything valuable inside."

The tall, thin man sheathed his sword and swaggered toward the medicine basket behind Chen Yu.

The short, fat man on the right also relaxed, the tip of his knife touching the ground, muttering curses under his breath.

"Brother, just chop him up, it'll save you so much trouble. Why waste time talking to him..."

Right now.

Chen Yu's shoulders slumped, and his body suddenly shrank.

"call out!"

Scarface's cleaver swept across his scalp, severing a few strands of hair.

Instead of retreating, Chen Yu rolled forward.

He crashed into the scarred man's arms, and the packet of medicine in his left hand exploded in the wind!

"Aaaaaah!"

"My eyes! My eyes!"

Scarface covered his eyes and roared wildly, swinging his cleaver wildly.

Chen Yu had already rolled away close to the ground, raising his right hand.

"Whoosh!"

The first caltrop flew out of his hand and struck the tall, thin man squarely in the back of the knee.

The man was bending down to rummage through his medicine basket when, caught off guard, he fell to the ground.

He collapsed and died of poisoning within two breaths.

"Third brother!"

The short, fat man was shocked and drew his knife to give chase.

Without stopping, Chen Yu used the fallen body of the tall, thin man as a shield, crouching down to avoid the short, fat man's diagonal slash.

The blade grazed his back, tearing his clothes and leaving a trail of blood.

Chen Yu grunted, but then grabbed the tall, thin man's ankle, swung him up, and slammed him down on the short, fat man.

The short, stout man dodged to the side, causing his blade to momentarily halt.

Chen Yu had been waiting for this moment.

"Whoosh!"

The second caltrop was thrown, aiming at the short, fat man's wrist holding the knife.

The short, fat man had some experience and hastily changed his tactics.

"clang!"

The blade parried, and the caltrop struck the blade, sending sparks flying.

But in this position, the chest area is wide open.

Chen Yu had no third hidden weapon.

He had a corpse blocking his way and a heart that had calculated people's hearts perfectly.

"Big brother! Help me!"

The short, fat man was terrified. He turned around and shouted, his voice filled with despair, like a trapped beast on the verge of death.

The scarred man was still rubbing his eyes; how could he possibly have the strength to save someone?

In that instant of turning his head, Chen Yu drew his real killing weapon from his waist.

A seven-inch-long pig-slaughtering knife, its blade exuding a murderous aura, radiating menacing power.

Chen Yu stepped forward and pressed his knife against the short, fat man's throat.

He grabbed the wrist of the person holding the knife with his left hand.

With a twist and a dislocation, the crisp sound of a dislocated joint and the short, fat man's screams rang out simultaneously.

"Don't move."

Chen Yu's voice was calm, completely unlike his earlier trembling.

"Move again, and the knife will draw blood."

The short, fat man froze.

Scarface finally rubbed his eyes open; his vision was blurry, but he could see the situation clearly.

The third brother died, the second brother was captured, and he was left to fight alone.

The "rabbit" in front of him was holding a sharp knife to his brother's throat, his gaze as calm as a deep pool.

"you……"

The veins on the scarred man's hand, gripping the knife, bulged.

"You cheated!"

"All's fair in war." Chen Yu tilted his head slightly. "Don't those who live by the sword understand this principle?"

He increased the pressure in his hand, and the blade pressed a line of blood down the short, fat man's neck.

The short, fat man howled like a pig being slaughtered.

"Big brother! Big brother, save me!"

Scarface was caught in a dilemma.

If we advance, my brothers will surely die.

If we retreat, what face will we have left?

"Put down the knife!" Chen Yu roared. "I'll spare his life."

Why should I believe you?

Scarface refused to back down.

Without wasting words, Chen Yu directly severed the short, fat man's neck with a single stroke and threw the corpse in front of him.

"He died because you didn't believe me."

"You killed your good brother."

"Second brother!"

Scarface's roar shook the leaves.

He watched helplessly as his brother lay in a pool of blood, a gaping hole in his neck from which blood was gushing.

Those eyes were still open, staring intently at him, as if they had a thousand words to say.

"ah--!"

Scarface neither ran away nor rushed forward immediately.

He slowly squatted down, closed the short, fat man's eyes with his rough palms, and then touched his still warm face.

Then, he picked up the thick-backed machete from the ground.

The blade reflected his distorted face.

"ten years."

"Our Huang family has three tigers, and we haven't lost a single member in ten years."

He raised his head, and all the drunkenness, mockery, and hesitation in his eyes vanished.

All that remained was a pure, almost tangible, murderous intent.

"I don't want your money anymore."

He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I want your skin, your bones, and your head to sacrifice to my brothers."

The broadsword came crashing down with tremendous force.

Chen Yu dodged to the side, the blade slicing into the tree trunk, sending wood chips flying.

He took the opportunity to go around to the back of the tree, and Scarface drew his knife and slashed again, actually cutting the locust tree, which was as thick as a bowl, in half!

The locust tree fell, and Chen Yu rolled out.

"call out!"

The second horizontal slash came quickly.

Chen Yu leaned back, the blade grazing his nose.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut...

The strikes were executed in rapid succession, leaving no gaps.

It was like a meat grinder, trying to crush Chen Yu to pieces.

"Hide!"

"Hahaha!"

"Useless coward who only knows how to hide!"

Scarface laughed wildly, but his smile was more like a grimace.

"Go ahead and hide!"

Chen Yu was indeed hiding, and the more he hid, the deeper he went.

It gradually disappeared into the dense forest.

Scarface followed closely in pursuit.

The sixth cut grazed the thigh.

The seventh cut shaves off a corner of the garment.

The eighth cut—

Chen Yu stopped hiding.

Just as the blade was about to strike, Chen Yu made an incomprehensible move.

He went to meet him.

It's not suicide, it's an explosion!

After a round of probing exchanges, Chen Yu felt that Scarface's raw strength was above his own, at least at the minor stage of meat refining.

As expected of a bandit leader, he's got some skills.

He's much stronger than those two who were instantly killed.

Therefore, Chen Yu retreated step by step, venturing deep into the deserted dense forest, preparing to go all out and finish the battle quickly.

With a thought, he immediately switched to a form combining "Black Cloak Bear Skin" and "Kui Niu Ghost Back".

A humanoid ferocious beast suddenly pounced on them.