When Earth Awakened, I Became a Sword Saintess

Chapter 38 : Who Wants to Try

38: Who Wants to Try

Seeing a large group of black-clothed security guards rush out, Brother Qiang, Zhang Biaoyang, and the others were stunned. The two sides faced off on the street.

The leading black-clothed security guard sized up Zhang Biaoyang, Brother Qiang, and his crew, then berated them sternly, "What's this? Trying to cause trouble here? Don't you know what kind of place this is! Get lost!"

"Who the hell are you telling to get lost? Say that again and see what happens?" Zhang Biaoyang raised his baton and pointed it at the head of a black-clothed security guard. The guard was sturdy, but Zhang Biaoyang was even bigger.

Brother Qiang's weathered face twitched. He waved his hand and said, "Friends of the Underground Alliance, we have some personal grudges with this woman. It has nothing to do with you. We weren't planning to make a move at your doorstep. Weren't we just about to take her away?"

Brother Qiang's large hand reached toward Yuyin, "Miss Xia, aren't you coming with us? Don't cause trouble for the fighting arena here..."

Suddenly, the crew-cut security guard from the entrance shoved Brother Qiang, "Get lost! Where did you come from, you bumpkin? Miss Xia is our honored guest. Who dares to touch a single hair on her head at the entrance of the Underground Alliance? Get lost, now!"

Seeing Brother Qiang get shoved, his underlings exploded. They all surged forward, pushing and shoving with the black-clothed security guards, trading insults.

"What's this? You want to fight?"

"Scared of you? Bring it on, you bumpkin!"

Brother Qiang's face twitched under his sunglasses. If he had known it would come to this, he probably wouldn't have intercepted Yuyin here. But having already come this far, how could he back down now?

They were just a bunch of hired security guards; he didn't take them seriously at all!

"Everyone listen up!"

Brother Qiang roared, his voice intimidating everyone. He pointed at Yuyin, "This bitch harmed my brother. Today I must take her away. I'm warning you one last time. Once you're past the door of the Underground Fighting Arena, for things on Lingdu beach that aren't your business, you'd better not interfere!"

"You say we shouldn't interfere and we won't? Who do you think you are? Today, we're definitely getting involved!" Several black-clothed security guards refused to back down, stepping forward to confront Brother Qiang's crew.

A fierce look appeared on Brother Qiang's face under his sunglasses. These security guards weren't tall, but you could tell at a glance they were trained and skilled at fighting. But... Brother Qiang was ruthless.

Shing!

A spring knife appeared in Brother Qiang's hand, its bright, flashing blade glinting.

"Interfere? Let's see who dares to interfere."

Brother Qiang waved the small knife in front of everyone.

Several security guards also backed away. Having received some training, they all knew that in a street brawl, you weren't afraid of iron rods or bricks, but you were afraid of small knives like this. They were extremely dangerous; they could be lethal.

Once the knife was out, Brother Qiang's crew's morale surged. They pressed forward. Brother Qiang's reputation was built on fights on Lingdu beach. Zhang Biaoyang gripped his baton tightly, eyeing Yuyin like a tiger, ready to strike at any moment.

"What's this? Pulling a knife? You dare to pull a knife on us?" Several security guards maintained a relatively safe distance while pointing and gesturing at Brother Qiang.

"Hmph..." Brother Qiang snorted. He could see the effect of his actions. These security guards were just hired help. When it came to ruthlessness, how many could compare to him, Brother Qiang?

Brother Qiang's blade flashed as he swept it across the security guards, "Today, I'm taking this woman. Who the hell doesn't want to live, come and try me!"

There was a desperate, ferocious quality in Brother Qiang's voice. For a moment, the security guards were intimidated and didn't know what to do.

"Take her away!" Brother Qiang commanded decisively. His voice echoed on the dark street, full of bravado.

With Zhang Biaoyang in the lead, a few leather-jacketed punks moved forward to grab Yuyin.

"It seems, I still have to handle this myself?" Yuyin lowered her head, preparing to make her move with resignation.

"Who was it? Who said they wanted to give it a try?"

A heavy voice came from the underground staircase.

"Hmm?" Brother Qiang's eyebrows jumped.

The sound of many heavy footsteps, of metal clashing...

Then, one after another, muscular giants in armor, holding longswords, giant axes, and heavy hammers, walked out of the underground staircase.

Any one of these people looked as wide as two or three of Brother Qiang's men put together... many had to duck their heads as they came through the doorway to avoid hitting the frame.

They were the underground fighters!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen underground fighters holding long, heavy weapons squeezed out of the doorway, forming thick, muscular walls that surrounded Brother Qiang and his crew.

At this moment, Brother Qiang's expression froze.

"Sister Qingyu." The tallest of them, the huge, fat man from Northern Mongolia, who looked like he could knock down a wild bull by himself, actually turned around and bowed respectfully to Yuyin.

"Hello, Sister Qingyu." Lewis, Tang Menglong, the martial artist in the long gown, and the others all greeted Yuyin.

"Qing, Sister Qingyu!????" The ferocity on Brother Qiang's face completely disappeared. His expression twisted.

"Ding, from Brother Qiang's intense soul tremor. Gained 15 Soul Charm."

In his panic, Brother Qiang took off his sunglasses, staring at Zhang Biaoyang in utter disbelief, "Zhang Biaoyang! What's going on here!?"

But at this moment, Zhang Biaoyang's expression was no better than Brother Qiang's. He spread his hands, "I, I... I don't know..."

Facing the black-clothed security guards, Brother Qiang, for the sake of his reputation and pride, had been willing to put up a tough front. Even if he wasn't sure of winning, he could intimidate them with his willingness to act and his ruthlessness.

But this...

These were the fighters of the Underground Fighting Arena, who battled life and death every day!

How could they fight this?

Could the small knife in his hand still intimidate them and their hundred-and-forty-centimeter greatswords?

These weren't punks or thugs; they were professional warriors who made a living from killing.

And why were these tall, ferocious-looking fighters calling that woman "Sister Qingyu"? What on earth was this Xia Yuyin's background?

Although Brother Qiang was weathered, he had never encountered a situation like this.

He caved on the spot.

He carefully put away his knife, forcing a smile onto his face, "Miss, Miss Xia, it seems this is... a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding."

"Yes, a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding," Zhang Biaoyang was quick to agree. The other punks were surrounded by the fighters and were too scared to speak.

"Ding, for successfully intimidating Brother Qiang, Zhang Biaoyang, and the others. Gained 20 Soul Charm Points."

"A misunderstanding?" The huge man from Northern Mongolia slammed his giant hammer against the wall with a "Bang!", creating a hole the size of a washbasin. "You think we're blind? How dare you call it a misunderstanding?"

A chill went down Brother Qiang's spine. If that had hit his head, wouldn't it have been smashed open?

"This... Miss, Miss Xia..." Brother Qiang looked at Yuyin with a pained expression, a hint of pleading in his eyes, and his legs couldn't help but tremble.

Zhang Biaoyang was even more scared, his face turning pale, "President... ah no, President, can, can you explain things to these big brothers for us? It was just a small matter at school, there's no need to take it off-campus, right? You see?"

"Is that so? I already suggested that earlier, but you didn't seem to think so," Yuyin said, her dark eyes cold as she looked at Zhang Biaoyang.

"President... let's talk this through..." Surrounded by these real fighters, Zhang Biaoyang's teeth were chattering.

The Huaxia martial artist in the long gown, with a crew cut and thick eyebrows, walked to Yuyin's side and said with a hint of humility, "Miss Xia, for you to encounter such a thing at the entrance of our Underground Alliance, the boss is deeply apologetic. We will definitely give you a satisfactory resolution for this matter."

"Sister Qingyu, just say the word. What should we do?" The huge man from Northern Mongolia held his giant hammer in one hand while grabbing Zhang Biaoyang's shoulder with the other, forcing him to kneel. Zhang Biaoyang didn't dare to resist.

"Everyone, get on your knees!"

The other fighters all shouted, forcing Brother Qiang and his men to the ground.

"Miss Xia, we have no grudge against you. I was just taking money to do a job..." At this point, Brother Qiang didn't care about anything else and just focused on defending himself.

"President... Xia Yuyin, we were classmates after all..." Zhang Biaoyang was completely in a pleading mode.

Yuyin gently flicked her long hair, looking down at Zhang Biaoyang. In her beautiful gaze under the night sky, a hint of pity seemed to flash.

She turned and walked past the fighters who stood with their heads bowed in wait, then stopped. Yuyin's pink lips parted slightly as she said in a soft voice, "Don't kill them."

"Xia, Xia Yuyin!!!" Zhang Biaoyang's eyes widened, staring at Yuyin in disbelief. "You, you're ruthless. You... ow! Ah, oww!"

The fighters' heavy, plastic-wrapped weapons, their unsharpened iron swords, their giant fists and feet, rained down like a storm.

"Ding... Ding... Ding..."

Wave after wave of intense soul tremors, born from panic, despair, and regret, transformed into Soul Charm Points, constantly appearing in Yuyin's consciousness.

The midnight high heels clicked on the stone roads of Lingdu, creating a subtle contrast with the pig-like squeals coming from behind her.

"Xia Yuyin, you just wait! Ahhh! Spare me, spare my life..."

The shouts of Zhang Biaoyang and his crew grew more distant. Yuyin never once turned back to look.

She reached the intersection. Ahead, car lights flashed and the roar of engines filled the air.

A blue-purple Maserati sports car stopped in front of Yuyin.

The window rolled down. Madame Butterfly's jade-like arm rested on the car door. She said to Yuyin, "Get in. I'll take you home."