When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 37 : Blocked at the Door

37: Blocked at the Door

"A Dao Soldier?"

On the weekend, Yuyin was at home, dressed in a set of black lingerie. She saw the new chess piece that had appeared in the God-Devouring Chess. It was a suit of cyan-gray, aged armor, but it had no physical body. The head of the dark armor was empty, yet a blue flame burned within it, as if it were the soul and energy core of the armor. A tattered battle flag with faintly glowing talismans was inserted into its back, which was very strange.

"Dao Soldier, one-star, Purple Grade. You can spend 4 Soul Charm Point to attempt to charm it," the female will said.

"A purple-grade piece? This is the first time I've encountered one. This seems to be the armored Night Spirit I saw last week when I took a taxi back, running alongside the overpass in the distance. But that armored Night Spirit was much larger; this is probably what it looks like after being upgraded to a star," Yuyin thought to herself.

She now had 36 Soul Charm Point, so she tried to charm it.

Success.

Yuyin observed the combat of this first purple-grade piece with great interest. When it struck, the talismans on the flag on its back flickered, and she could vaguely sense an unusual fluctuation of Daoist arts, although Yuyin currently could not comprehend at all what that fluctuation was.

The Dao Soldier was also very powerful. With a large, broken cleaver in its hand, it killed a Mountain Ghost with a single move.

"Not bad," Yuyin praised.

Although the Dao Soldier's weapon was different from Yuyin's, its blade technique already had a certain artistic conception, which was also enlightening for her own sword art.

After observing the Dao Soldier in combat for a while, Yuyin changed into her white skirt suit. After getting ready, she headed out. By now, it was already dark.

Seeing Yuyin get into a taxi, a motorcycle parked on a street corner secretly followed.

"Brother Qiang, the woman has left," the man on the motorcycle said into his phone, speaking to Brother Qiang.

On the other end of the line, Brother Qiang was with Zhang Biaoyang and a few brothers, having fun in a KTV.

"Good! Follow her. See where she goes," Brother Qiang said, then turned and leaned in to tell Zhang Biaoyang.

"Brother Qiang, why don't we get her tonight?" Zhang Biaoyang said, breathing heavily and fiercely.

"It's not good to make a move during the day. For this Xia Yuyin to actually dare to go out at night, this is called courting disaster. She won't live long!" Brother Qiang's weathered, resolute face revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

As it happened, Brother Qiang's brothers were all there, including a few on lookout outside.

"Darlings, your Brother Qiang is going to take care of some business. I won't be back tonight. You all have fun," Brother Qiang said to the few women in the private room.

"Put it on my tab." As he reached the door, Brother Qiang casually waved a hand.

"Brother Qiang, can we open some wine then?"

"Open whatever you want. Consider it a celebration for me tonight!"

In the dark streets of Lingdu, downstairs from the nightclub, came the deafening roar of motorcycles. Their headlights were all on high beam, flickering and dazzling. A total of seven or eight motorcycles, carrying more than ten people, set off.

"Xia Yuyin, tonight I'll kill you!" Zhang Biaoyang said, riding his own heavy motorcycle.

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A group of motorcycles stopped in front of that old building on a rather quiet street at night.

"Oh? So the bitch really knows how to pick a place?" Brother Qiang, wearing sunglasses and a leather jacket, straddled his motorcycle.

"Brother Qiang, she's been inside for over an hour. She must be here to watch the underground fighting match," the punk who had been following Yuyin came up and reported to Brother Qiang.

"This is the Underground Alliance's territory. We can't go in and cause trouble. We'll wait here," Brother Qiang said.

"Brother Qiang, this place has two exits. There's another one over there," a tall man in a leather jacket pointed to the small path on the side.

"A-San, you take a few brothers over there and keep watch. If you see that woman, stall her. Don't make a move immediately. Call us over. Be careful; this woman knows martial arts. Even Biaoyang was injured by her carelessly," Brother Qiang assigned.

A few punks in leather jackets got off their motorcycles and ran to the other exit.

Brother Qiang hung his helmet to one side and lit a cigar under the night sky.

Two hours later, Yuyin finished her match. She had now achieved five consecutive wins. In the dedicated changing room, she changed out of her bodysuit and back into her white skirt suit. After packing up, she picked up her black bag and came out.

Because she was a fighter, she naturally left through the entrance door from the changing room, which required passing by the lounge where a statue of Guan Yu was enshrined.

"Sister Qingyu."

"Hello, Sister Qingyu." A few crew-cut security guards saw Yuyin come out and bowed to greet her. Everyone knew she was a victorious swordswoman and had a good relationship with their boss, so they were naturally respectful toward her.

Yuyin nodded slightly, put on her sunglasses, and walked out of the Underground Fighting Arena.

Walking up the steps, Yuyin already felt something was wrong. Now, with her Primordial Energy value exceeding 170, she had a keen perception of the subtle fluctuations around her.

But she remained calm and composed and walked up.

As soon as she stepped out the door, dazzling headlights focused on her. Engines roared, and seven or eight bikers on motorcycles surrounded her, blocking her at the main entrance.

Most of them were wearing helmets, so for a moment, Yuyin didn't understand what was happening.

"Xia Yuyin!"

Zhang Biaoyang took off his helmet and hung it forcefully on the handlebar of his motorcycle. He grabbed a telescopic baton and walked towards Yuyin.

Vroom!

A van accelerated from the street corner and also blocked the entrance.

At this point, Yuyin had a general idea.

Zhang Biaoyang had been discharged from the hospital and was here for revenge.

However, Yuyin, who was now accustomed to fighting with life-and-death fighters, was not the least bit panicked. She stood there calmly.

Yuyin's extraordinary composure was also a bit surprising to the experienced Brother Qiang. He also got out of the car himself, bringing more than ten of his men. Together with Zhang Biaoyang, they surrounded Yuyin.

At this moment, the events at the entrance were naturally discovered by multiple surveillance cameras of the Underground Alliance.

On the top floor of the building, before the floor-to-ceiling window, Dai Jingni, dressed in a smooth, form-fitting long dress, looked downstairs. She picked up her phone, "Miss Xia is our star fighter. Listen up, I don't want her to encounter any trouble at all."

Downstairs at that moment, Zhang Biaoyang was already gripping his telescopic baton, ready to strike at any moment. Two men in leather jackets, following Brother Qiang's orders, were hiding anesthetic sprays behind their backs.

Yuyin looked around at these people and said, "Zhang Biaoyang, we are classmates after all. That incident was your own doing. If possible, I don't want to escalate things further."

Although Yuyin was not afraid of these people, the college entrance exam was imminent, and this was off-campus, without the school's protection. Even if it was self-defense, there was no guarantee that Zhang Biaoyang and his people wouldn't use their connections to twist the story. At this critical moment, Yuyin didn't want any unexpected complications.

"Shut up!" Zhang Biaoyang's broad shoulders moved as he berated her, "Xia Yuyin, your mother owes my family tens of millions, and you caused me to miss my college entrance exam. Even my father and my family have lost face because of it! Today, do you think you can just walk away without giving our brothers an explanation?"

"What do you want?" Yuyin asked coldly.

"Miss Xia," Brother Qiang said, tossing his cigarette butt and grinding it out with a big leather boot. "We don't want to get rough with a great beauty like you. You seem like a reasonable girl. Why not come with us for a bit?"

Brother Qiang hooked his thumb backward, pointing at the van with its open door.

"Where to?"

"Hehehe, why ask so many questions? To a quiet place where we can have a good talk and clear things up," Brother Qiang said.

"Hmph..." Yuyin snorted coldly, her expression unchanged.

Brother Qiang seemed to be losing his patience. He lowered his head, took a step forward, and was now at a dangerous distance where he could attack Yuyin. He cocked his head slightly and said, "Miss Xia, I don't have much patience. To protect this pretty face of yours, this delicate and tender skin, it would be better not to force us to make a move. Get in the car, won't you?"

At the end of his sentence, Brother Qiang's voice revealed a killing intent.

The college entrance exam was imminent, and Yuyin really didn't want to fight, but it seemed that it would be very difficult to avoid a fight tonight. She had to control her strength and avoid taking a life, Yuyin warned herself.

Just then, seven or eight security guards in black tight clothes and crew cuts rushed out from the Underground Fighting Arena and stood behind Yuyin.