C2 Cataclysm

The young man took off the bamboo basket on his back and placed it on the ground beside him. He turned around and said to the bandit leader without panicking, "I'll make a bet with you. Do you dare?"

"Hahaha..." "The little brat even started gambling with my mountain stronghold king."

The leader raised his head and laughed out loud. His laughter was extremely arrogant.

"Big brother, don't waste your breath with this brat. Let me chop him in half and see if he dares to meddle in other people's business."

The bandit standing at the side raised his saber as he prepared to strike the youth.

"Slow."

The leader shouted.

He suppressed his voice and said to the teenager, "Let me see what kind of tricks you have up your sleeve. What kind of bet are you betting on?"

There was a hint of craftiness mixed in his voice.

The youth was very calm as he said, "You can pick one of you to fight me alone. If I lose, then I'll let you deal with me, but if you lose, then release that girl."

"Such a young age and such a big tone. Although we are bandits, we won't challenge an unarmed person. If so, we won't be able to show any of our face."

The Boss put on a contemptuous expression.

At this point, the tension in the villagers' hearts had become even more intense. Everyone was worried that the youngster would be in trouble, and the surrounding atmosphere began to turn serious.

An old voice came from the crowd, "Child, you can leave now. It's enough for you to have the heart. You can't risk your life for nothing just because of us."

The youth said nothing, but looked around and picked up a stick from the woodpile under the eaves.

The villagers became even more anxious. The entire space was spinning, and endless panic and desire to save the village were like a sky full of dark clouds that enveloped the entire village.

No one knew what the outcome would be, but the villagers were like trapped sheep, with docile looks in their eyes, eager to be rescued.

"Haha, interesting! Second brother, go and attack! Let's see how arrogant this brat is! "

The boss called over the bandit number two who had been raving on the side.

The second brother walked over arrogantly while holding his sword, "Brat, watch it, this grandpa's treasured blade doesn't have two beautiful eyes like the girl's."

He raised his knife and slashed at the boy, who was still standing there fearlessly.

Just as quickly as he said it, the youth raised the stick in his hand and swung it towards the wall of the knife that was coming at him. The second brother's knife missed its target.

Her panicked and helpless gaze had never left the boy, because this was the last sliver of hope that she would be able to free herself and protect herself from being trampled on. No matter how small and insignificant it was, just like how everyone thought that this youngster would not be able to save them, she was still filled with boundless hope for this tiny bit of starlight in front of her. This was the last bit of light she had, and she believed that it could illuminate the darkness of the Devil's Cave.

"You have some skill. If I don't use my true ability, I'll see that you won't cry until you see the coffin."

The bandits realized that the teenager was not lying, but this was far from suppressing the wild bandits.

The second brother once again raised his sword and chopped towards the youth. The youth calmly dodged, occasionally flashing his sword, the wooden stick in his hand seemed to be playing around with him.

At this time, the second brother's face turned ashen, and his hands and feet began to panic.

The bandits watching from the side also looked at this brat in a different light. Where did this Cheng Xie come from?

The villagers' hanging hearts also relaxed a lot. They saw that the little starlight began to heat up and shine brightly, lighting up the shadows in their eyes and slowly devouring the growing despair in their hearts.

That wisp of light that penetrated through the clouds was expanding.

Concealed an infinite darkness.

The second brother, who had been pushed into a corner, brought his saber down on the young man. The young man, however, did not seem to feel threatened at all; his face was still as calm as ever.

As for the attack of the second brother, he moved backwards with his feet on the ground and his feet on the ground. He moved as fast as the wind and he moved as fast as the water, every time the stick in his hand hit a vital point on the second brother's body, but only to the point where it had no intention of harming the other side.

However, the Second Brother was forced into a panic. Like an anxious wild beast, his blade was like raindrops as it chopped at the youth. The expression on his face was distorted by the distortion of his muscles.

The despair in the captive girl's eyes had vanished, and she realized that the sun would shine down on a dark pit, but the desire to break free of the shackles that held her was still strong in her eyes. She wanted to break free, to fly out of this suffocating cage.

The mother hugged her stomach as she worriedly worried for her daughter. Her gaze quickly shifted between her daughter and the young man. The poor mother swept her gaze in both directions. One side was a dark cave, and the other was a savior that was about to release light.

Yes, her daughter was everything to her, and she could not allow her daughter to be hurt or humiliated in the slightest.

Seeing his anxious mother, the youth suddenly sped up his actions. He saw the young man's face twist in pain, and in that gap, the young man avoided the blade and used the stick in his hand to hit his mother's right leg. The young man fell to the ground and hugged his right foot, his face twitching in pain.

The faces of the villagers, stiff with worry, now relaxed into a faint smile.

This young man can save them from fire and water.

The young man in front of her had saved her. He was like a savior who had descended from the sky, and the light of justice on his body was so bright that it cut deep into the darkness, leaving a wound that was dripping with blood.

The young man did not look overjoyed from his victory, as if he was doing something that was only natural and compensating for the guilt in his heart.

The beautiful sunset glow covered the entire sky in the west. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the youth seemed so holy. His body reflected dazzling white light like a sun that illuminated the darkness in front of everyone's eyes.

The youth slowly turned around and said to the Boss, "You've lost. Now, you can let that girl go!"

Boss was also very surprised with the young man's skill. He laughed loudly: "A hero comes out of a young man! Since this young master is so skilled, why don't he come with us? We enjoy our prosperity together, and this beautiful girl is yours. "

He pinched the girl's cheek and turned to the young man. "What do you think?"

"You beast!"

Suddenly, his mother who was at the side saw her daughter being insulted and angrily cursed.

A bandit rushed over and gave her a heavy slap on the face, swearing loudly: "Milk..." Milkman, scold... You're scolding my big brother, right … "Alright!"

"Mother …"

The girl saw her mother crying and desperately trying to break free from her grip, but no matter how hard she tried, it was to no avail.

Tears rolled down his cheeks. The end of the tears was helplessness and extreme hatred towards the bandits.

The mother covered her face with her hands and turned to the boy.

Only he could help her, and only he could save her.

After listening to the leader, all the villagers turned their attention to the teenager, afraid that his decision would once again cast everyone into the darkness of the Devil's Cave.

The youth's slightly sad eyes suddenly turned into intense anger. His hands began to tremble, and the corner of his mouth slightly twitched.

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