Chapter 3：First Tutorial Quest (2) (1/2)
Chapter 3 – First Tutorial Quest (2)
As the brown robe man was mocking Miaomiao, his friends joined in for the fun.
”Well, what do we have here? A lowly unfilial child with a trashy cultivation base wants to enter Mountain Goose Sect? Isn't he brave, fellas?”
”Even Qing Yong bro at level 5 of the first stage can't become a sect candidate. This stupid brat won't have a chance.”
”Hahahaha! He will definitely get himself killed over there. Well, if he can even make it through the preliminary round. Hahahaha!”
”Every year, the weakest candidate's strength is at least the second stage. A first stage brat like him will just embarrass himself!”
”Right. Even our young master is at level 10 of the second stage! This brat doesn't have a chance!”
”Let's do him a favor. Just strip him naked and chase him home! His clothes look expensive.”
The carriage escort guards transformed into bandits. They surrounded Miaomiao, but they hadn't drawn their weapons.
Miaomiao wasn't panicked. Instead, he recalled this scene from many novels he had read.
'These guys must be one of those cannon fodder mobs that usually picked a fight with main characters and got wrecked. Then, their death or injuries would serve as a pivot to create a hostile relationship between the MCs and villain clans.'
He gazed at the carriage that these men were protecting. It was a wooden carriage with plain silver painting, but the decorated gold frame windows showed that the persons inside were not ordinary people.
'I can't offend them, or I'll be a marked man. I have to accept an L, and be on my way.'
Unlike unyielding protagonists in many stories, Miaomiao understood the word, [Compromise]. He raised his hands over his head and walked backward, backing away from the crowd.
”Okay, I want no trouble. I'll leave.”
The group yelled, ”Not so fast! Leave your clothes and your money here!”
Miaomiao rolled his eyes, ”Don't push your luck, scum. Let me leave, and you can keep your pride as a good soldier. Pick a fight with me, and you'll embarrass your friends.”
The escort soldier and his friends laughed, ”Qing Yong bro, teach him a lesson!”
Even the escort captain in front of the carriage turned around to see the commotion. Upon seeing that they were messing with a stranger, he scoffed and turned back, ignoring them.
Qing Yong, the guy that Miaomiao had asked for a direction, cracked his knuckles and approached Miaomiao in leisure. He sneered, ”I guess I have to strip them myself.”
Seeing that Qing Yong extending his arm to grab him and shifted his body weight to the front foot, Miaomiao chuckled, ”Fool.”
Miaomiao shifted his right feet to the back, changing his casual stance into a kickboxing stance. When Qing Yong's hand got close, he swatted Qing Yong's hand away with his left forearm and swung his hips. Miaomiao's right leg followed and his shin went for Qing Yong's front leg's calf.
It was an MMA calf kick, which was commonly used as a surprise attack in octagon rings. It could potentially cripple victims' leg for the entire match. Against pros, Miaomiao usually required 2-3 clean hits to cripple his opponent's leg.
But against a third-rated thug like Qing Yong, Miaomiao only needed one good hit regardless of this man's cultivation strength or level.
*BAAM*
The low kick landed at the back of Qing Yong's soft left calf, which was also a few centimeters below the knee. The kick impact sent pain signal to his brain.
”AAAAAHHHHH!!”
Qing Yong's left knee lost its strength, and he staggered forward.
Miaomiao stomped his right foot, which had just kicked Qing Yong's calf. He shifted his stance to southpaw, rotated his shoulders, and delivered a full-strength uppercut toward the tumbling man.
The fist met Qing Yong's jaw.
*CROEK*
From Qing Yong's perspective, the world spun, and he lost control of his body. He collapsed on the ground, headfirst.
As for the other escort soldiers, their eyes almost slipped out of their sockets. They stared at their friend in shock.
Before anyone could react or utter a word of disbelief, Miaomiao turned around and ran toward an escort soldier who was standing furthest from the carriage and the group. He jumped a few feet in the air and gathered his momentum in his right hand.
While the target was still confused and shocked, a superman punch slammed onto his left ear.
*POEK*
Just like Qing Yong, the absentminded man's brain shook. He lost his body balance and fell on the ground like a puppet without strings.
By the time that the other guy got knocked out, ten escort soldiers came back to their senses. They turned toward Miaomiao and drew their weapons.
*CHENG*
*CHENG*
*CHENG*
The captain of their team also reacted fast. He galloped his horse and blocked Miaomiao's escape route.
The captain wore ancient lamellar armor plates from head to toes as if he was a general of an army. Even his horse was donned with metal armors like medieval horses for heavy knights.
Qing Gui, the escort captain, glared at Miaomiao, ”Stop right there, slave!”
'Oh, come on!'
Miaomiao got frustrated that not only they fought with numbers, they also used weapons against an unarmed man.
”Hey, I don't want trouble. I only protected myself, okay?”
Miaomiao still tried to persuade them. However, his eyes couldn't hide the mocking smile towards Qing Gui.
Qing Gui glanced at two unconscious subordinates. He snorted at Miaomiao, ”You've unnecessarily harmed my soldiers.”