Chapter 715: Chapter 206: Rebel Fan Wu? The Dog Meat Magistrate and the Old Taoist (10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Please Subscribe)_3

After several rangers approached Yun Jiuqing, two of them immediately took a quick step forward.

With sneers on their faces, they raised their wooden sticks and brought them down on Yun Jiuqing’s head!

The sticks cut through the air.

Making whooshing sounds.

"Hmph," Yun Jiuqing just dodged lightly to the side and avoided both sticks aimed at her.

She could tell these two rogues were aiming for her head.

Since the other party had attempted to strike her fatally first, she certainly wasn’t going to be polite in return.

Yun Jiuqing quickly closed in on one of them.

Just as a look of surprise flashed across his face, the seemingly blunt Red Jade Short Sword drew a light cut across his wrist, and blood sprayed instantly.

The ranger’s tendons in his right wrist were severed by Yun Jiuqing with a single stroke.

Before the man could scream, Yun Jiuqing struck his chin with her palm, though she had to tiptoe to reach.

Bang!!

The delicate and fair palm shuddered the rogue’s eyes as it connected with his chin, and a strong sense of dizziness overwhelmed his mind.

Without a glance, Yun Jiuqing turned around, and as this rogue collapsed, she was already moving toward another, her sword slashing towards his eyes!

The strike was ruthless; the Red Jade Short Sword effortlessly slit both of the man’s eyes, one of which was even plucked out by Yun Jiuqing!

"Ahhhhhh!!" The excruciating pain from his eyes made the second ranger scream piercingly.

He hurriedly dropped his wooden stick and covered his bleeding eyes with his hands, blind.

"Ahhhh! My eyes! I can’t see!"

The other four, shocked and appalled, had not anticipated such terrifying strength from a woman as petite and slender as she was within the Great Yan Dynasty, bringing down two of them in a blink.

"You..." As a rogue was about to say something, Yun Jiuqing kicked him in the stomach.

"Ugh!!!" The forceful kick almost made him vomit his breakfast.

Taking advantage of the man bending over to retch,

Yun Jiuqing landed her elbow on the back of his head.

She pulled her punch a little, or else that blow could have been lethal!

The last three were dealt with by Yun Jiuqing as swiftly as the rest.

As a cultivator, Yun Jiuqing naturally had better physical conditioning than ordinary citizens. Even though the general populace of the Great Yan Dynasty had a robust physique, they were still no match for a cultivator like her. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Furthermore, Yun Jiuqing had specifically honed her close combat skills, so how could she possibly lose to these rogue rangers, who were no better than street thugs?

If there had been a dozen or twenty adversaries, Yun Jiuqing might have turned and fled, as she was somewhat realistic about her capabilities.

But since there were only six of them,

why fear?!

She cut right through them!

"Whew!" Exhaling slowly, Yun Jiuqing felt a wave of exhilaration. Now she understood why Daoist Priest Fan enjoyed close combat so much. The visceral feel of fist against flesh, the resolute act of tearing through an opponent’s body—it was simply delightful.

Hisss!" Inside the inn, the shop assistants were dumbstruck, having thought that Yun Jiuqing, a seemingly "weak" woman, would be the one to suffer.

It was not until now that they realized it wasn’t Yun Jiuqing who was weak, but those rangers!

Just then, a plump figure hurriedly ran over from the back of the inn.

As he ran, he pleaded, "My lords, please forgive me, please forgive my negligence! I ate something wrong this morning and was just squatting in the backyard privy... uh... hmm?!"

This plump man was clearly the inn’s innkeeper.

The innkeeper had intended to apologize to the rangers, but to his surprise, he found they were all laying on the ground.

Then he noticed a table of guests from within the inn who had not left, and saw several of his shop assistants standing frozen in place.

A bad premonition surfaced in the innkeeper’s mind.

Swallowing nervously, the innkeeper went to his shop assistants, poked one, and asked in a hushed voice, "What on earth happened here? What went on just now, and how did all these people end up on the floor, bleeding out like this?"

A shop assistant replied shakily, summarizing the recent events.

That left the plump innkeeper utterly flabbergasted.

Guests from outside had beaten up Magistrate’s tax collectors inside the inn? And the one who had acted was the seemingly frail woman?

This tale seemed so fantastical, yet it appeared to have truly happened.