119 Unkempt Man (1/2)

As of then, NPCs who had reached Mystical Realm were very rare and practically invincible existences in World of Martial Arts. They had all necessary skills: a body fortification technique, a lightness skill, a high-tier martial art, and a secret technique. Their equipment and weapon were also extraordinary. They had an attack system that they declared entirely their own, and because of how rare they were, it made them even more difficult to deal with.

Hence, even players with high-tier martial arts would feel nervous when they ran into NPCs in Mystical Realm. They could only run when they caught wind of them. That was why the forty or so people had taken flight after meeting the bandits earlier.

But Happy was different.

After playing the game for three years, the powerful players he had fought before were all people who could kill Life and Death Realm NPCs with just a few attacks. Even if they faced Moksha Realm NPCs, they could still win easily. The Mystical Realm NPCs might seem strong, but to Happy, as long as he did not commit any beginner-level mistakes, it would not be difficult while being a Blessed Realm player to defeat them.

However, the bandit leader's ax techniques were indeed very fierce and domineering. Once he executed his skills, light in the shape of a few axs could be seen in the air. It was even brighter than the saber glare Happy had from Flowering Knights' Song! It moved forward constantly and forced Happy back. He had to keep avoiding the glare from the ax.

Attacks based on fierce and strong techniques might be violent, but they could not be fast.

The bandit leader's ax technique had an astonishing speed, but his footwork was not ingenious.

Hence, even if he was oppressed by the bandit leader, Happy did not panic. He remained calm and composed, acting carefully. He temporarily prioritized defense and evading the bandit leader's attacks.

The process might be simple, and to Happy, it was something he could do skillfully, but that was because it was an accumulation of three years of experience with martial arts. When the bandit leader raised his hand and moved his feet, the aura and ax glare he revealed would automatically tell Happy his possible attack trajectories, and he could subsequently parry or avoid the attack.

The high-tier martial art the bandit leader used was fierce and violent.

Two minutes later, the duo had already exchanged more than a hundred moves, but they did not exchange any attacks head on. Every single time the bandit leader attacked, Happy would reduce most of his force by breaking the attack down, leading it away, or just dodging it.

Like that, as time passed, while the bandit leader's attacks remained as fierce as ever, it was clear that he no longer had the powerful momentum from before. The skills he used were also the same over and over again. Besides, the bandit leader had become impatient because he could not get rid of the enemy before him.

Happy gradually left the state in which he was oppressed from all sides when the bandit leader's momentum reduced. He swept his gaze around him. The few uninjured bandits were rushing over from the distance. His gaze focused then, and Happy changed from his defensive stance to his sword glare brightening exponentially. He moved closer to the bandit leader and clenched his left hand to land a heavy blow at the bandit leader's chin.

The lethality of Black Tiger Fist might not be as great as that of a high-tier martial art, but if it struck a weak spot on a person's body, it would still deal great damage.

”Die!”

The bandit leader hissed in pain and flew into a rage. He roared and brandished his ax, forcing Happy several feet backwards. In his rage, his momentum became terrifying again.

However, even though his momentum had become strong under his anger, his weaknesses also became even more apparent.

Happy had been waiting for this chance for a long time.

He avoided the ax, and the moment the bandit leader delivered his second attack closely to the first, Happy's saber shone brightly. At an even faster speed, he swung it from below to meet the bandit leader's ax, which had a weaker momentum. The powerful force brought with it a powerful inertia, and the bandit leader instantly lost his balance.

His face turned pale. He seemed to realize that something bad was about to happen by the sound of air being sliced apart. He looked up in alarm, and a blue saber glare that looked as if it descended from heaven made his memories forever be fixed on that moment!

His purplish-red great axe fell to the ground dispiritedly.

*****

”Hmm?”

Under the scorching sun, a black figure drifting high in the forest half a mile from the pavilion let out a soft sound before he stopped flying.

The tree top swayed slightly, and the person landed at the top of a very tall tree.