Even an adult man might not have that kind of strength, let alone that speed— it was downright terrifying.
"Bro Soggy..." A few underlings didn’t know what to do.
"What the hell are you still calling for? Grab that dead girl for me, I must f**k her to death tonight." Bro Soggy roared, his voice trembling.
"Hmm... Can you be arrested by the police for hitting someone? Then tonight, I’ll see if your cousin dares to arrest me." Wen Xiao’ai chuckled, looked around, and spotted a child’s-wrist-sized stick propped up next to the green trash can by the bus sign.
Wen Xiao’ai took two steps forward, picked up the small stick, and held it in her hand, swinging it with gusto a couple of times as if trying its feel, but actually just playing around. Get full chapters from novel•fire.net
She didn’t like touching others, and liked even less others touching her, especially those who she would find filthy even after casting hundreds of Cleaning Techniques.
If she touched them, Jun Moyan would definitely make her wash her hands eight hundred times~
Wen Xiao’ai raised the stick in front of her and said to the stick with a smile, "Princess finds you filthy, sorry to trouble you."
"Sister..." The young boy was worried, afraid that Wen Xiao’ai might get hurt.
"Baozi, just watch from the side. Tonight sister will teach you how to fight the bad guys. If you ever encounter bad guys... Hmm... with sister here, no one will dare to bully you. Just watch, no need to learn."
Wen Xiao’ai didn’t move her lips, but her words reached the boy’s ears.
"Then, then sister, good luck." The young boy had no choice but to cheer Wen Xiao’ai on.
Those few could hardly believe Wen Xiao’ai’s courage when they saw her picking up a stick, seemingly ready to fight them.
They thought, this little girl must have had some training, otherwise, how could she break Bro Soggy’s wrist and still have the nerve to fight them.
"What the hell are you looking at, go!"
Bro Soggy, clutching his broken wrist, retreated to one side, still unable to recover from the intense pain.
The men, after being yelled at, looked at Wen Xiao’ai, who was all excited and provocative, and charged at her all at once.
Wen Xiao’ai aimed a beautiful side kick at the stomach of the man closest to her, unleashing surprising force with her small body. Even without using a spell, the kick was enough to send the man flying.
The ordinary stick was wielded by Wen Xiao’ai as effortlessly as her own sword, each swing more forceful than the last.
Each swing was accompanied by a scream of pain, and the occasional snap of breaking bones, which exhilarated Wen Xiao’ai.
Wen Xiao’ai was a celebrity in the Demon Realm, her reputation could compete with Ye Qi’s; she was famously a princess who didn’t follow rules, skipped classes, and often went out to fight in defense of her friends under the guise of seeking justice.
She often left a mess for Ye Qi to clean up.
Ye Qi often massaged his aching forehead and said to Wen Xiao’ai, "Xiao’ai, you are a princess, we need to be graceful. This is unbecoming of a princess."
"Not really, I won, didn’t I? Didn’t embarrass myself," Wen Xiao’ai would often respond, leaving Ye Qi at a loss for words.
"You’re a girl, why do you like wielding swords and guns so much?"
"Not really, I barely drew my sword during fights, and I had already knocked those guys down. Didn’t use any knives or guns."
In just a few seconds, Wen Xiao’ai hadn’t even started to really enjoy herself, and those men were already knocked down by her stick, clutching their wounds and screaming in pain, unable to get up.
They hadn’t even touched a single piece of her clothing, only feeling a gust of wind pass by. Before they could react, they were harshly hit by the stick.
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