Chapter 25: Chapter 25 Try Touching Her_1 Chapter 25: Chapter 25 Try Touching Her_1 Once she had made her decision, An Jing swung her wooden stick, hitting a man in the face as he charged from the left. His face immediately turned blue, testament to her great force.
The other men took a small step back in fear, then charged at An Jing together once more.
An Jing picked the man closest to her as her next target, and her stick struck his dark arm. He immediately clutched his arm in pain.
An Jing then struck another man’s leg, and he immediately started hopping up, clutching his leg and gasping in pain.
But just at that moment, An Jing’s stick was caught by one of the men. He was quite strong, and she couldn’t pull the stick back. Seeing that the other men were about to grab her, An Jing intended to drop the stick and fight them bare-handed, but before she could let go, she heard—
“Try touching her and see what happens.”
At the sound, the men who had intended to grab An Jing immediately stiffened and stopped in their tracks. Lin Ming and the others stiffened as well, and everyone turned around to see Xiao Changyi standing not far behind them.
Xiao Changyi was expressionless. Although he was simply standing there quietly and had spoken in a faint voice just now, a powerful current of air assaulted them, making it difficult to breathe and chilling them to the bone.
Everyone unconsciously took a small step back, even clearing a path for Xiao Changyi to walk unimpeded to An Jing’s side.
They were intimidated by Xiao Changyi.
Very, very intimidated.
This fellow had returned from the battlefield stained with blood, a true killer, his aura deeply sinister. Sometimes, just a glance from him was enough to make them panic, wishing they could turn and run, never to see him again.
While everyone else appeared wary and fearful of Xiao Changyi, An Jing laughed, watching him take approach step by step.
“Are you all right?” Xiao Changyi stopped in front of An Jing and asked in a gentle voice. His gaze swept over her like a scanner.
With a smile, An Jing said, “I’m fine now that you’re back.” She didn’t know why, but she always felt extremely safe when he was by her side.
Xiao Changyi didn’t say anything more to An Jing but took the wooden stick from her and turned to face Lin Ming and the others. Holding the stick single-handed, his starry eyes were cold and his presence commanding.
Lin Ming and the others took a small step back.
Xiao Changyi’s cold eyes suddenly sharpened, and with a movement of his hand, the stick shot out, striking right at the back of the knee of a man standing there. The man immediately fell to his knees, and as the stick struck his back, he collapsed onto the ground, mouth full of dirt.
But that wasn’t all. Xiao Changyi also raised his foot and stepped on the man’s neck, preventing him from lifting his head to avoid eating dirt.
Xiao Changyi’s movements flowed seamlessly like drifting clouds and flowing water: fast, accurate, and fierce. Before anyone could react, the man was already under Xiao Changyi’s feet, face down in the dirt.
“Xiao Changyi!” Lin Ming’s eyes widened in shock.
After a moment of stunned silence, the others retreated in fear. Now, Xiao Changyi in their eyes was nothing short of a death god.
An Jing was also stunned, not expecting her future husband to be a master, wielding the stick with divine skill single-handedly. But what her eyes held more than anything was surprise. She would have to find an opportunity to spar with him and see who was more formidable, her or him.
Xiao Changyi didn’t even glance at the men writhing in pain on the ground, his gaze fixed on Lin Ming and the others as he said, “If there’s an issue, come at me.”