The Military Queen-Chapter 111 - 81: Monk Daddy (Part 2)

"My name is Yijie, not ’nanny dad’," Yijie shouted to three henchmen, "All three of you, come at once."

The crowd immediately dispersed. Little Eight flipped his hand and took out a needle shooting gun, proving once again that men can’t be relied upon at critical moments.

"Use the slingshot to capture one alive, then interrogate where the bandits are hiding," before Little Eight could finish pulling out the needle shooting gun, the trigger wasn’t even pulled yet when Yijie’s shout was heard.

"Can’t you..." Apart from teaching a few naughty kids from the Eastern Yi Tribe with a slingshot, Little Eight had never used it against enemies. In a true life-or-death situation, she dared not be careless. For capturing alive, wasn’t it more convenient to have three hostages in Yijie’s hands?

Little Eight still held the needle shooting gun, and the henchman who was shouting hesitated to advance.

Taking advantage of the mutual hesitation, Little Eight quickly glanced at the nearby battle.

Previously, while watching NBA games, Xia You privately wondered how basketball stars, nearly two meters tall, could move so agilely—dribbling and scoring like cunning ferrets. Today, she witnessed a real-life example.

Yijie hadn’t moved at all. The force of his legs caused the grass underneath to be pressed into an imprint, his knees spinning like floating balls on water, his upper body slightly pivoting. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The bandits wielded iron blade curved knives, the blade half a finger wide at the edge, slashing diagonally towards the face. Any contact with the sharp blade meant it could draw blood and strip flesh.

The air whirled with the sound of slicing metal. Three knives, one high and two low, simultaneously striking from left and right, one chop just meeting its mark as another followed.

A smile played around the corner of Yijie’s mouth; these three bandits were stronger than the ones he had encountered before, understanding the tactics of coordination.

Yijie’s body swayed slightly, abruptly quickening, the arc of the curved knife’s blade hadn’t faded, his waist nimble like a resilient bamboo bow, dodging and weaving.

His palm struck out flat, seemingly gentle, hitting the leading bandit squarely, "crack," a sudden sound of breaking bones. The knife was still clutched in the bandit’s hand, but his body crumbled like a mud block hit by water.

At that moment, the two flankers crossed their curved knives, forming an "X" shape, aiming straight for Yijie. The sudden death of the middle man brought a scent of death that affected the bandit wielding the knife on the right, his grip trembling, slowing him by a half beat.

That half beat allowed Yijie to find an opening; retreating slightly, he slid out like an eel, his arms extended and he miraculously offloaded the assailants’ arms.

"Snap," this time, both his hands exerted force simultaneously, breaking the bones of both bandits’ arms. Despite their coordinated attack, they didn’t even touch the brim of Yijie’s hat; the octagonal hat still sat neatly atop his bald head.

"This person is really crude," Little Eight muttered, finding it resembled a cat playing with a mouse. Yijie was the crudest kind of cat, taunting the mouse before capturing it.

(That’s the demeanor of a master; how many years and moons before you can reach that level,) Little Eight sighed.

"Never mind, I’ve left one alive, now it’s your turn to shine." Yijie was enjoying himself but seemed completely aware of Little Eight behind him.

The remaining henchman, who had been keeping watch, was now trembling in fear, his feet just starting a backward fleeing motion when another figure showed up.

The "Monk," who had killed in an instant, was now blocking his path.

The little henchman’s thief-like eyes looked toward Little Eight. The man behind was an intimidating hulk, whereas the woman in front appeared frail, perhaps easier to deal with. A cornered dog will leap the wall, let alone a bandit. His curved knife swung perfectly, aiming straight for Little Eight’s head.

Seeing Yijie efficiently take down three, Little Eight thought she couldn’t be underestimated either. She met the attack, a knife slicing towards her, barely grazing the hairs on her skin.

NND, it’s about face. Little Eight’s eyes sharpened, her gun in hand transformed into a slingshot. She leaped back a few steps, dirt flying from beneath her feet.

Yijie looked on indifferently, Little Eight didn’t confront the enemy head-on, using long-ranged weapons like the slingshot or needle shooting gun instead. From her bodily reactions, she likely hadn’t had specialized close combat training.

The flat terrain gave Little Eight a certain advantage. Before the enemy’s blade reached her, she had already picked her landing spot.

"Good maneuverability, but... it’s not a solution for the long term," Yijie could already foresee what was about to happen.

The little henchman, an ordinary run-of-the-mill, became furiously agitated, charging forward relentlessly.

In his furious state, his speed significantly increased, the knife strikes flawless, and several times Little Eight nearly got hit, nullifying her dodging advantage.

Nevertheless, Yijie just stood by with crossed arms, clearly enjoying the view.

Little Eight herself felt the breathlessness; fighting humans indeed was much more exhausting than combating animals. She didn’t look towards Yijie; she was aware of her flaws.

Opponent advances, I retreat; the opponent retreats, I advance further; suddenly, Little Eight didn’t flee. She pulled her slingshot tight, a copper bullet shooting out.

The bandit subconsciously blocked with his knife, producing a crisp clashing sound.

At the crucial moment, Little Eight didn’t dodge, instead choosing to execute a move, the only close combat technique she knew.

"Choking?" Yijie shook his head, relying on physical strength to perform the throat-locking technique, was Little Eight really so overconfident?

(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote and support on Qidian.com, your support is my greatest motivation.)