It must be said, Mu Hanyan’s choice of Zirong over Huayue to carry out this mission was wise. Though Huayue’s unkillable cockroach-like skill meant his combat power was superior, when it came to a calm and steady temperament, Zirong was a few notches stronger.
Even filled with shock, his timing and control over the point of attack were impeccable.
"Clang," Zirong’s longsword broke into two pieces, and the Mutant Wind Pig let out a muffled grunt, collapsing to the ground. It deflated like a rubber ball, its body rapidly shrinking, returning to a pink little pig, plump and endearingly cute.
If it were not seen with one’s own eyes, who would associate such a cute pink pig with the destructive Mutant Wind Pig from just moments ago?
Zirong’s legs went weak, and he sat down on the ground, panting heavily. Now he knew the joke he made earlier was not funny at all.
It might have looked like just one strike, but it had exhausted all his spirit. Fortunately, he was successful in one cut; otherwise, if he had failed, Mu Hanyan might have been able to escape, but he would have been left to be carved up by the Wind Blade.
Mu Hanyan also sat down, her energy almost entirely sapped by the desperate flight just now, her mind still somewhat muddled.
She was too confident, Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Even though she no longer had the strength of a Sword Saint from her past life, her experience and vision were still of that level. Her judgment and reflexes, derived more from experience than cultivation level, were largely intact. It was precisely because of this that she dared to take the risk.
In her view, facing a mere third-tier Exotic Beast, even if she could not fight it head-on, merely escaping should not be a problem. She had not anticipated the Mutant Wind Pig to be so troublesome, and thinking back on the might of the Fifth Rank Swordsman equivalent Wind Blade, she felt a surge of retrospective fear.
No wonder in her past life, the Mu Family suffered a great loss because of the Zhou Family’s Mutant Wind Pig. In the end, it took the Third Elder, who was seriously injured, to kill it; of course, by that time the Wind Pig had advanced to Eighth Rank, far stronger than now. It was also because of that experience that she knew where the Wind Pig’s vital point was; otherwise, she really would have had no way to deal with it.
Perhaps for fear of alerting the Mu Family and raising their guard, the courtyard used to domesticate the Wind Pig was extremely secluded and not many people were stationed as guards. Moreover, everything that happened occurred so swiftly and ended even quicker, thankfully not drawing anyone else’s attention. The place remained as quiet as before.
"What do we do next?" Having caught his breath, Zirong asked.
"Next? We just sit back and enjoy the show," Mu Hanyan stood up, straightening her clothes and a sly smile crept across her lips.
Zirong’s curiosity piqued. Beyond the curiosity, he was also filled with anticipation. What sort of surprise would the rumoured playboy Young Master still have in store for him?
Mu Hanyan led Zirong to hide in a corner, then they held their breaths, watching the courtyard.
Before long, Fourth Miss Zhao’s figure appeared in their sight. Zirong was a bit surprised, then felt it was only to be expected. The Young Master was supposed to cause trouble for Fourth Miss Zhao today; it would be stranger if she hadn’t appeared. But, how did the Young Master manage to get Fourth Miss Zhao to come here?
As if reading Zirong’s doubts, Mu Hanyan moved her lips silently, forming two words, Mu Cheng.
Zirong immediately understood! The corner of his mouth twitched, the family’s Young Master really did have a mischievous streak. Impersonating Mu Cheng to lure Fourth Miss Zhao here—things were about to get interesting. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel fire.net