AWB Chapter 143 Subduing Two People
Chapter 143 Subduing Two People
Upon hearing Ma Qi's words, Chen Wan'er wore a kindly conciliatory expression.
He said, "Maqi, you haven't forgotten what happened last night, have you?"
Upon hearing Chen Wan'er's words, Ma Qi couldn't help but shudder.
She knew in her heart that if she killed Chen Wan'er, she would probably die even faster.
But she was unwilling to be threatened by Chen Wan'er forever, and she had to resolve this matter thoroughly today no matter what.
"My lord, let's join forces to capture Chen Wan'er first; there's something strange about her."
Maqi eagerly made the suggestion to the man in black.
Upon hearing this, the man in black robes was taken aback.
Something strange? What could be strange about Chen Wan'er?
Hasn't her own family already got her completely under their thumb?
"Maqi, is this what you mean?"
Chen Wan'er smiled at Ma Qi, and then, in the next second, she suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed herself hard in the thigh without hesitation.
The man in black robes initially did not understand what Chen Wan'er meant by this action.
It wasn't until he saw with his own eyes that Ma Qi's face flash with pain, clutching her thigh, and involuntarily taking a half-step back.
Ma Qi, her face contorted with resentment, asked through gritted teeth:
"What did you put on the knife?"
"Nothing special, just a poison that can numb the nerves."
Chen Wan'er answered casually.
The man in black robes looked Chen Wan'er and Ma Qi up and down.
At this moment, everyone understood that Chen Wan'er's cultivation had not dissipated at all.
"What exactly did you do? Why is Maqi the one who suffered physical harm from you?"
The man in black robes questioned Chen Wan'er with a look of confusion on his face.
Chen Wan'er glanced at him, a sly smile on her face.
He said, "I'll tell you if you can beat me."
After saying that, Chen Wan'er suddenly attacked the man in black robes.
A fierce straight punch, like a sudden storm, hurtled straight towards the black-robed man's face.
The man in black robes swiftly dodged, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.
He said, "Hmph, take out your weapon and stop trying to pull any tricks."
Chen Wan'er sneered and said arrogantly, "I don't even need a weapon to beat you."
The man in the black robe sneered inwardly. This little brat dares to be so arrogant.
We must capture her alive later; perhaps that way we can make amends and give Ma Qi a chance to save her life.
With this in mind, the man in black robes disregarded everything else.
With a "whoosh," he drew his sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly, and swiftly thrust it towards Chen Wan'er.
At the same time, he shouted, "Hmph, overestimating yourself! I'll see how you catch this sword of mine with your bare hands today!"
Chen Wan'er's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she gave her answer through her actions.
She flashed by, as fast as a ghost.
The next second, there was a loud "bang" that made people's eardrums go numb.
The black-robed man's sword shattered into several pieces in an instant, just like a fragile piece of porcelain.
Broken swords lay scattered on the ground, reflecting a cold light.
"Hey, is this spirit sword made of paper? How could it break so easily?"
Chen Wan'er feigned surprise, her teasing words tinged with sarcasm.
The man in black robes stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.
He stared intently at Chen Wan'er, his lips trembling, and after a long while, he finally uttered a few words:
"You...how could you?"
This sword was a spirit sword that he had carefully selected and bought from Wanbaolou at great expense.
With this sword, he could even hold his own against a Nascent Soul cultivator for several rounds without being at a disadvantage.
But now, Chen Wan'er is just a cultivator who has just advanced to the second level of the Golden Core stage.
He actually shattered his precious spirit sword with just one punch, which completely overturned his understanding.
Witnessing this scene, Ma Qi was even more shocked than the man in black robes.
She had always thought that Chen Wan'er was just a pretty face with no substance.
He has the speed to cultivate, but no real skills.
To my utter surprise, she was actually a body cultivator who had kept her abilities hidden!
Judging by the power of her punch, if it had landed squarely on someone, that person would have been either dead on the spot or very close to death.
Thinking of this, Maqi couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate.
Fortunately, he had been poisoned by Chen Wan'er and was currently unable to move.
Otherwise, if she had rushed forward rashly with her strength, she would probably already be a cold corpse by now.
"I only used 30% of my strength just now. Next time, I'll use 50%. I just haven't decided where to hit yet."
As Chen Wan'er spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on the man in black.
He raised his fist and slowly gestured in front of the black-robed man's body.
He looked as if he were selecting a satisfactory prey, his eyes revealing a hint of mockery and intimidation.
The man in black robes was momentarily startled by Chen Wan'er's gaze.
He stood frozen in place, his feet seemingly nailed to the spot, unable to move an inch.
His lips trembled slightly, his eyes filled with apprehension, and he hesitated before asking:
"Chen Wan'er, what... what exactly do you want to do?"
"What?"
Chen Wan'er raised an eyebrow, her tone somewhat nonchalant.
"Naturally, I want to test the actual effectiveness of my boxing technique."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took a step and slowly walked towards the man in black robes.
Each step seemed to pound on the black-robed man's heart, making him increasingly nervous.
He watched as Chen Wan'er slowly and deliberately approached him.
The man in black robes felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him and instinctively retreated.
His steps were hurried, and his previous arrogance was completely gone.
"What are you afraid of? I just wanted to test its power, it's not like I'm really going to kill you."
Chen Wan'er said with a half-smile.
Those words did nothing to put the man in black at ease.
After all, Chen Wan'er had only used a fraction of her strength to shatter the spirit sword.
If he were to use even five-tenths of his strength, with his current power, he would be completely crippled!
He wasn't a body cultivator who specialized in physical training, so he didn't have such strong defensive capabilities.
The consequences of taking such a punch are simply unimaginable.
Seeing Chen Wan'er clench her fists, rushing towards him with a whistling wind.
The man in black robes felt a chill run down his spine and, as if his feet were on grease, turned to flee.
Chen Wan'er frowned slightly, raised her delicate hand, and a sharp burst of spiritual energy struck the black-robed man's back with precision.
The man in black robes felt his whole body stiffen, and he was instantly frozen in place, unable to move.
"Oh!"
Chen Wan'er flashed forward like a ghost, and punched the man in black robes hard in the chest.
The man in black robes flew away like a kite with a broken string.
It traced an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
A mouthful of blood gushed out, splattering onto the dust, its crimson color glaringly bright.
Chen Wan'er stared intently at her fist, her delicate brows furrowed, and murmured to herself:
"Fifty percent of my strength is still not enough. Never mind, let's try seventy percent next."
Maqi, who was standing nearby, was terrified when she witnessed this scene.
I didn't dare to breathe, and my body trembled slightly involuntarily.
She prayed silently that this old lady would not notice her.
If she were to test that terrifying force on me, my small body wouldn't be able to handle it.
Upon hearing this, the man in the black robe's eyes darted around in terror.
He desperately tried to beg for mercy, but because he was bound by spiritual power, he could only make "woo-woo" sounds in his throat and could not utter a single complete word.
"This kind of monotonous training is really boring. Why don't you get up and spar with me for a few moves?"
Chen Wan'er gently waved her hand, dispelling the spiritual power that had been binding the man in black robes.
The man in black robes, as if granted a pardon, knelt down with a thud.
He kowtowed repeatedly, tears streaming down his face, pleading:
"My lord, please have mercy and spare me this time!"
I was truly forced into this situation, which is why I committed this terrible mistake!
Chen Wan'er leaned lazily against a stone pillar, her slender white fingers gently clasping together.
Her beautiful eyes darted around, glancing casually at the man in black robes, before her lips parted slightly:
"Oh? Interesting. Then tell me in detail."
Who on earth is this person who could provoke you to such audacious behavior?