Chapter Sixteen: Kill Him Immediately!
Ultimately, Chen Xuan’s gaze fixed steadily on the head of the bandits.
“The boss, it’s him! He’s Chen Xuan!”
Zhang the Bald saw Chen Xuan’s icy, expressionless face and was so terrified he nearly wet himself, screaming in panic.
For a moment, everyone’s eyes were locked on Chen Xuan, especially the chief.
His gaze lingered on Chen Xuan for a while, and seeing no reinforcements arriving behind him, he finally confirmed that Chen Xuan had come alone.
“You have some nerve, daring to barge into my Golden Peak Stronghold!”
The chief’s tone was cold and ominous.
Swish!
However, Chen Xuan didn’t bother to ask a single question. He simply raised his sword and struck toward the chief.
When dealing with these bandits, reasoning was useless; only overwhelming force could make them truly submit.
“You—!”
Seeing Chen Xuan ignore his words and attack with his sword, the chief flew into a rage.
It was a blatant insult to him.
How could a seventh-rank martial artist like himself be treated with such disrespect?
He immediately drew a knife and clashed it against Chen Xuan’s long sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
After just one exchange, Chen Xuan was forced to retreat three steps, while the chief stood firm.
In this brief confrontation, Chen Xuan had taken a small loss.
“You’re a sixth-rank martial artist?”
Surprise flashed across the chief’s face.
At first, he had thought Chen Xuan might be eighth rank or even higher.
After all, according to his men’s report, Chen Xuan had snapped the neck of the second-in-command, One-Eyed Dragon, with a single move.
Even the chief himself couldn’t kill so quickly.
So when Chen Xuan charged in, he had been cautious, even planning an escape route in case he lost.
But after the fight began, it turned out Chen Xuan’s level was actually one rank lower than his own.
Instantly, his confidence soared.
“This guy’s no match for me!”
“Damn, with such confidence, I thought he was some formidable opponent.”
“This brat’s too arrogant. If we let him live, how will the Golden Peak Stronghold save face?”
“Boss, kill him!”
“Yes, kill him immediately!”
The surrounding bandits all shouted in support.
Once they tested Chen Xuan’s strength, the chief’s wary guard gradually lowered, and a sneer appeared on his face.
“I thought you might be strong, but you’re nothing.”
“That useless second-in-command, even if he couldn’t beat you, he should’ve at least escaped. Instead, he died at your hands—what a useless wretch!”
“But it doesn’t matter. I’ll avenge him soon. However you killed the second-in-command, I’ll kill you the same way!”
As he spoke, the chief’s eyes fixed on Chen Xuan’s neck, licking his lips with a sinister glint.
Chen Xuan’s expression grew grave—the chief’s strength was far greater than that of One-Eyed Dragon.
It seemed he had underestimated his enemy.
But it didn’t matter. As a man with a system, even if he couldn’t win, he could still escape.
Yet, beside him was Yang Ying’er.
Though she was also a martial artist, she was only second rank. If Chen Xuan fled with her, their speed would be much slower.
More importantly, Chen Xuan had already boasted that he came with Yang Ying’er to seek revenge.
To be driven off by bandits now would be embarrassing.
But if he stayed and fought, he couldn’t beat the chief.
Unless Yang Ying’er’s affection for him surpassed thirty points!
Currently, the system’s dashboard showed Yang Ying’er’s affection at sixteen.
That meant fourteen more points were needed. Once it reached thirty, he would receive a second system reward from her affection.
But how could he gain her favor now?
If he failed to exact revenge today, not only would he gain no affection, he might even be despised by her, possibly dropping into negative points!
After much thought, Chen Xuan had only one choice: to show his determination to avenge in front of Yang Ying’er, to fight to the death!
“The Golden Peak Stronghold ambushed us today, killing over fifty from the Yang Peace Escort Agency.”
“This blood debt must be repaid in blood—your blood!”
“I will slaughter you and place your head before Yang Xun’s grave, to honor his spirit in heaven!”
Chen Xuan spoke each word slowly, his voice icy cold.
“Hahaha! What a joke! You? A mere sixth-rank martial artist trash, and you want to kill me? What a delusion!”
The chief laughed loudly, as if hearing the world’s most ridiculous joke.
Around him, his bandit underlings sneered in mockery, ridiculing Chen Xuan’s arrogance.
The one who lost the first round already wants revenge?
Behind him, Yang Ying’er’s eyes reddened as she watched Chen Xuan mocked, an ache in her heart.
Chen Xuan risked his life to avenge her, charging into this den of tigers and dragons.
If he died here...
She didn’t dare imagine the aftermath.
“Jerk, maybe we should find a way to leave. As long as the green hills remain, there will still be firewood to burn.”
Yang Ying’er spoke softly.
She wanted nothing more than to kill all these bandits.
But given the situation, retreating was the best option.
Yet Chen Xuan glanced at her, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“I already said, I brought you here to kill.”
“A real man’s word is his bond.”
His stance was clear: he would not back down.
Yang Ying’er smiled bitterly.
“But your rank is lower than his. You can’t beat him.”
Chen Xuan’s voice was resolute.
“Even if I can’t win, I must fight. Over fifty people at the Peace Escort Agency died because of me! Even if I give my life here, I owe you that much!”
Hearing this, Yang Ying’er was stunned.
Owe me an explanation?
So this guy would rather die here than break his promise.
Besides his lustful side, he really seemed quite admirable.
[Beep!]
[Detected Yang Ying’er’s affection +20]
[Yang Ying’er’s affection for the host exceeds 30, now at 36. System reward granted.]
[Reward: Host’s realm increased by one rank, reaching seventh rank martial artist.]
[Congratulations! Critical bonus activated. Reward doubled, realm increased again to eighth rank martial artist.]
Suddenly, the system’s cold voice echoed in his mind.
Chen Xuan himself felt a surge of ecstatic joy.