blueteamnovel Chapter 19 The Innately Evil Little Devil An'an
Chapter 19 The Innately Evil Little Devil An'an
"Knowing this, An'an, do you still dare to make a move?"
"What is there to be afraid of!"
Relying on the protection of a true god, An Lan boldly jumped down from the ancient pine tree and landed at the entrance of Dawang Village.
She believed that as long as God was protecting her, she would never be in danger.
If God has abandoned her, then dying here would be a good thing.
"Where did this little girl come from, walking right into our trap?"
When the two bandits at the entrance of the village saw An Lan, they immediately revealed a disgusting grin.
Regardless of their original identities, at this moment they are nothing more than notorious bandits.
The bandits deserve to be killed.
"Undercurrents are brewing."
Two small hands clapped out gently, and an invisible force pierced through the air, striking the two people in the chest.
The outer garment swayed slightly, but otherwise there was nothing unusual.
"She's tickling us."
The bandit with scars on his face patted his chest and laughed heartily, then reached out to grab An Lan.
An Lan nimbly dodged, her tone cold: "You are all dead."
"What?"
The bandits, as if teasing a child, raised their hands to their ears, pretending to listen.
The next instant, his expression changed drastically, and his entire body began to twist and contract uncontrollably.
An An's internal energy is full of destructive and corrosive power. The move "Undercurrent" is embodied in its corrosiveness. It is not violent, but spreads silently. It is a kind of destruction that hides "movement" in "stillness".
"Ah! Ugh!"
As the damage within his body intensified, the bandit's head slowly sank, and his body became increasingly curled up.
The lifeless skin cracks and breaks apart in the process, bursting out blood and bone fragments.
In a short while, the two of them were reduced to a mass of broken flesh and bones, their remains less than half the size of their original bodies.
Their screams before they died alerted the bandits in the mountain stronghold.
The sounds of gongs, drums, and shouts blended together, and people moved about among the tents and wooden houses, creating a noisy yet orderly scene.
Blood splattered on An'an's face. She reached out and touched it, looking at the crimson stain on her fingertips. On the ground was a pile of rotten flesh, with fragments of internal organs visible inside.
Screams, stench, blood.
The real sensation of killing intensely stimulated An Lan's senses.
When Katsu Mansong killed someone for the first time, he actually felt somewhat uncomfortable.
An Lan, however, is different.
An Lan's face flushed, and instead of feeling nauseous, she gradually became excited.
At that time, she was at the mercy of others. Even with her tendons severed, Anlan did not beg for mercy or show any fear. Instead, her heart was filled with anger and hatred.
Now that I am the butcher, she feels an unprecedented surge of excitement.
This feeling was somewhat similar to the restlessness she felt in the afternoon when she heard Guan Lin and Zhang Jiao's panting, but even stronger.
An Lan suddenly felt a heat in her pants and subconsciously squeezed her legs together.
"So it was urine. I thought I was sweating because of this kind of opponent."
She was ignorant about matters of the heart and mistakenly thought that she had ejaculated in a moment of excitement.
"I can't let my master know, or he'll think I'm dirty."
When she committed her first murder, An Lan experienced her first awakening of female consciousness ahead of schedule.
Sheng Wansong watched all of this from the tree.
"The scale of this mountain stronghold far exceeds An'an's ability to handle it, so let her kill to her heart's content, and then rescue her."
"It just so happens that my second and third brothers are also about to begin cultivating advanced techniques, so let the three of them work together to take down this stronghold and enhance our prestige."
The soldiers inside the village did not rush out rashly, but instead formed ranks and marched towards the gate.
An'an was also worried that there might be traps inside the village, so she didn't rush in directly.
The two sides stared at each other through the gate. The bandits inside were extremely surprised. The Great King's Stronghold was now famous far and wide, yet the one who dared to break into the stronghold was actually a small, delicate girl.
But the two lumps of rotten flesh at the entrance could not be ignored.
"Your Majesty."
Seeing this, the strategist was at his wit's end. He advised the bandit leader, "This girl is so young yet possesses such bizarre demonic skills. She's probably some big shot from some demonic sect using us as a whetstone."
"Although I'm not afraid of her, who's just a little girl, there are probably elders protecting him in the shadows, so I have to be careful."
Fortunately, his king was not a reckless fool. "What does Military Advisor Wu think we should do?"
"Send some people for her to beat and kill, and she'll leave when she's satisfied."
"Um..."
This proposal put the mountain king in a difficult position. It wasn't that he was reluctant to part with his men, but he was afraid that they would become disheartened and that it would be difficult to win them back once their morale was low.
After thinking for a moment, he took the initiative to ride his horse to the front of the village.
"My lady, I wonder what grudge you have against these two guards of my Great King's Stronghold that would make you so cruel as to kill them?"
He thought he was being sincere enough, but the "heroine" on the other side didn't say a word and just charged at him.
"Undercurrents are surging!"
The Undercurrent is a still technique. If controlled properly, its power can lie dormant in the body for several days before exerting its destructive force, enough to kill a person invisibly.
On the contrary, the undercurrent is a violent and ruthless move.
The force was like a surging river, continuous and unending.
Faced with this palm strike brimming with murderous intent, the mountain bandit king drew his treasured sword, shouting, "Wolves roam the four directions!"
With a single slash, the domineering blade energy collided with the palm energy, completely cleaving it in two.
The horse under his crotch raised its front legs and was forced back several steps.
"Excellent palm technique!"
The mountain king laughed loudly, jumped off his horse, and engaged An Lan in fierce combat. In the blink of an eye, two or three rounds had passed.
"This mountain bandit is much stronger than An'an, and comparable to Yuan Tai of the Wudang Sect."
He could have won easily, but he deliberately fed An'an moves to make her enjoy the fight, hoping she would leave once she was satisfied.
"How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed?"
"My goal is to annihilate his stronghold and slaughter his entire family."
Off the field, the mountain bandit had many opportunities to kill An Lan, but he hesitated and did not make a move.
An Lan, however, was ruthless, each move aimed directly at vital points.
As the fight went on, the king's temper gradually flared up.
"Wolf head, iron tail!"
The mountain bandit swept his palm in one strike, which clashed with An Lan's palm strike, resulting in both of them retreating three steps.
"Your skills are superb, young lady. You're already on par with my Lone Wolf Sword Technique, which I've practiced for many years."
"How about we each take a step back and consider it a draw?"
An Lan remained unmoved and continued to attack.
"If the old wolf doesn't show its power, people will really treat the lone wolf like a dog!"
Enraged, the mountain bandit king stopped and unleashed three consecutive blows, each aimed straight for vital organs.
If it were An Lan who had just fought him, she probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even one strike before being defeated. However, after only ten or so rounds, she managed to withstand two strikes in a row before finally running out of steam on the third.
The mountain king was secretly alarmed, knowing that this girl's future was limitless.
But even geniuses need to grow before they become experts, right now.
"Now, you're going to lose!"
The third strike was executed with unwavering resolve, its momentum like a rainbow, relentless and unstoppable, leaving no room for regret.