PFC Chapter 144 Battle Against Bandits 1
Chapter 144 Battle Against Bandits 1
In the village's spacious square, the air seemed to be frozen by tension and anger.
Hua Yeman stood atop the high stone steps, her eyes blazing as she stared intently at the bandits trapped within the shimmering circle of light.
These bandits usually commit arson, murder, robbery, and all sorts of evil deeds in the surrounding area, causing immense suffering to the people. Now, trapped here by her, they are like turtles in a jar, with no way to escape.
Hua Yeman's eyebrows were raised in anger, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent, and her spiritual power surged and churned like a raging sea.
She rapidly formed hand seals in front of her, her movements so fast they were dazzling, each gesture accompanied by a surge of spiritual energy.
In an instant, beams of light as dazzling as the sun shot out from her palms, their trajectories like lightning streaking across the night sky, landing precisely on the bandits.
Wherever the light touched, it felt as if a scorching hot iron was pressing down on the bandits' bodies, burning them.
"Ah!" "Help!" The bandits screamed like pigs being slaughtered, their bodies rolling and twisting uncontrollably on the ground, their faces filled with fear and despair.
The bandit leader, Wang Mazi, who was usually arrogant and domineering, was now crying his eyes out.
Like a headless fly, he frantically kowtowed, his forehead slamming against the ground with loud thuds.
They cried out, "Grandma, spare us! We were so blind to your greatness! We've never dared to do it again. Please, have mercy and let us live!"
Er Gouzi, standing beside him, also wailed, "Yes, yes, we were tricked by Wang Mazi. He said this village was easy to bully, and that we could live a life of luxury by robbing a village, waaaaah..."
However, Hua Yeman's eyes were as cold as frost, showing no pity whatsoever.
She knew that these bandits were hard to change, just like wolves could never change their carnivorous nature. If they were let go, they would surely return to their old ways and continue to harm the surrounding areas.
Grandma's full head of silver hair fluttered slightly in the wind. Although her hair was white, her eyes were like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, sharp and dignified.
She stepped forward steadily, each step firm and powerful, as if the ground beneath her feet trembled with her imposing presence.
She gently raised her hand, which was marked by the passage of time, and murmured something in a low, mysterious voice, as if she were chanting an ancient incantation.
In an instant, the earth seemed to be awakened like a giant beast, and began to tremble violently.
Deep, dark cracks, like ferocious pythons, spread wildly from the ground, their target the bandits who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance.
"What, what's going on!" a bandit shouted in terror.
The bandits had no time to react and fell into the crevice one after another, with only their heads sticking out, looking utterly pathetic.
One of the bandits, nicknamed Skinny Monkey, had his head stuck in the crack and was still struggling desperately.
He muttered, "I don't want to die yet, drag me out!" His comical appearance drew laughter from the surrounding villagers.
"Grandma is awesome!" Flower Leaf Grass smiled broadly, her eyes curving into crescents. She cheered and waved her colorful silk handkerchief like flower petals fluttering in the wind, unleashing her full power of good luck magic and koi luck.
This time she changed her strategy and decided to support from the sidelines instead of playing directly.
Suddenly, the sky changed dramatically. The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and a powerful tornado descended from the sky without warning, like a giant black vortex.
"Oh no, what the hell is this?!" the bandits shouted in terror.
A tornado swept a group of bandits into the air. The bandits were helplessly spun and flung about in the wind, like kites with broken strings, screaming in panic.
"I don't want to be swept away!" "Help! Someone save me!" The bandits waved their arms wildly in the air, as if they could grasp at straws to save themselves.
Then they scattered and fell heavily into the mud in the distance, their bodies covered in wet, sticky mud, looking like monsters that had crawled out of the swamp.
There was a bandit named Fatty who fell into the mud and couldn't get up for a long time. He kept muttering, "What did I do to deserve this? I just came out to rob someone, and I'm so unlucky!"
Hua Yeqing stood to the side, focused, eyes closed, his psychic powers like invisible arrows piercing straight at the bandits in the lead.
Under the powerful interference of mental energy, these bandits instantly fell into a terrifying hallucination.
The bandit, as fat as a small mountain, stared blankly at his emaciated companion beside him, his eyes glazed over.
As if seeing a precious treasure, he lunged forward, clutching it tightly with both hands, shouting, "This treasure can't be taken away by anyone! Nobody can take it from me!"
The thin bandit was terrified, thinking the fat bandit was going to kill him, and struggled desperately to resist.
"Are you crazy? Let me go!" "This is my precious treasure, I won't give it to anyone!"
The two were wrestling on the ground, exchanging punches and kicks, neither giving an inch, and shouting insults at each other, creating a chaotic scene.
The surrounding bandits were dumbfounded. Someone shouted, "Big brother, second brother, wake up!" But the two, who were in a hallucination, couldn't hear him at all.
Amidst the chaos, the school staff arrived at lightning speed.
A teacher, dressed in a long black robe that fluttered in the wind, held a long sword that gleamed coldly and shouted,
With a voice as loud as a bell, he swung his long sword fiercely, and the sword energy spread out in all directions, like invisible sharp blades, accurately cutting through the weapons in the hands of the bandits.
The clanging sounds were incessant as the bandits' knives, spears, and halberds fell to the ground one after another. They stared in horror at the powerful instructor before them, at a loss for what to do.
"How... how are we supposed to fight this?!" A young bandit's voice trembled with fear.
Other instructors also displayed their special skills, some forming hand seals to summon raging flames that swept towards the bandits, the firelight illuminating half the sky.
Some chanted incantations, manipulating sharp icicles that rained down on the enemy, the icicles gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
In an instant, magical lights crisscrossed, and shouts of battle were deafening.
Cousin Wang Ming and Luo Peng were of one mind and had perfect tacit understanding. The two quickly stood still, their hands moving rapidly as they cast a spell together.
Two different types of spiritual energy intertwined and merged in the air, their combined power increasing exponentially.
A powerful energy fluctuation was generated, causing the surrounding air to buzz and cracks to appear in the ground.
"What kind of magic is this? It's terrifying!" The bandits felt threatened by death, their faces filled with fear.
My cousin Wang Xia is graceful and lithe, like a fairy dancing in the air, with the soft ribbon in her hand flying in the air like a nimble silver snake.
The ribbon shimmered with a silver light, weaving nimbly through the air at lightning speed.
Whenever the bandits launched an attack, the ribbon would always appear at just the right moment, cleverly deflecting the enemy's attacks like an unbreakable shield. It was incredibly powerful! The enemies stared at this shield in astonishment.