392 Chapter 392: First Battle

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"Boss, is it an enemy attack?"

The other two reacted a beat slower, standing up from the ground after seeing their boss's movement.

"A little kid?"

The three of them looked flustered and surprised as they saw a young boy standing in front of them.

The girl by the side heard the commotion and thought that someone had come to save her. But when she saw that it was just a slightly older boy than herself, the happiness in her eyes faded away.

The obese slave trader burst into laughter upon seeing the little boy in front of him. "I thought it was someone important, turns out it's just a little brat! Even without growing all their hair, they dare to play the hero. Truly clueless about life and death."

One of the skinny and short man also grinned maliciously and looked at Zeng Yi's body. Finally, his gaze stopped at Zeng Yi's young and tender face.

"Well, Boss, this little brat does look pretty good. Selling him would definitely fetch a good price, especially with some nobles in the city who have a taste for this. Hahaha."

Hearing their words, Zeng Yi couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"Just the three of you?"

"At such a young age, you have quite the attitude." Wang Erhu, who stood in the middle of the three, sneered disdainfully.

He thought that a Spirit Master had arrived, but the person before him was just a child. After carefully observing the surroundings, he realized there were no other people present.

In other words, a little brat dared to stand up to the three adults in front of them. If he didn't make him pay some price, they would lose face!

However, Monkey was right. This kid indeed had a good appearance and could fetch a good price if sold.

"To deal with a little brat, let me handle it." said Monkey, the skinny and short man as he stepped forward. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he stared at the prey in front of him. Then, brown fur sprouted from his arms, sharp claws grew out from his ten fingers, and a tail emerged from his back, wagging nimbly.

Indeed, he looked like a monkey!

Observing this transformation, Zeng Yi was somewhat surprised. From this person's appearance, he could tell that his martial spirit was a Beast Martial Spirit, specifically a Monkey. This was the transformation that occurred when his martial spirit merged with his body.

But this martial spirit was just an ordinary wild monkey, probably around level four spirit power even though he was already in his thirties.

However, this was the first time Zeng Yi had witnessed the manifestation of a Beast Martial Spirit, so he found it quite astonishing. After all, there were no villagers in the village with Beast Martial Spirits, and they also lacked spirit power.

Wang Erhu stood in place, his massive muscular arms crossed in front of him, with an expression of watching a show.

"Monkey, don't break his hands and feet, otherwise, we won't be able to sell him."

"I understand, Boss."

Listening to their conversation, Zeng Yi's eyes turned cold. They really thought of him as a prey they could play with?

He coldly stared at the approaching enemy, finding it somewhat amusing that they truly treated him like a child. Did they think this would create psychological pressure on him?

Nevertheless, Zeng Yi didn't make any other moves. Since the opponent underestimated him, he would use this to his advantage, making it easier to defeat them.

"Hehehe, what's wrong? Don't you feel like a hero anymore? Scared to move?" Monkey slowly approached Zeng Yi, his hands hanging down, sharp claws stretching out, a cruel smile on his malicious face, and a glint of savagery in his eyes.

Soon, he made his move.

Just like a wild monkey, Monkey moved swiftly on all fours, darting towards Zeng Yi.

With a distance of only five meters between them, the opponent's speed was as fast as a wild monkey in the forest. In just a second, he had sprinted in front of Zeng Yi.

In the beast-like iris of his eyes flashed a ferocious light.

Watching the monkey leap towards him in mid-air, its sharp claws reflecting a cold light under the sunlight.

So fast! This is the effect of a Beast Martial Spirit merging with the body, just like a wild beast.

Zeng Yi's eyes contracted as he looked at the wild monkey before him.

"Ahahaha, what's wrong? Scared silly?" Monkey, suspended in mid-air, looked at the child's reaction and split his mouth open, laughing wildly. His sharp claws moved towards Zeng Yi's tender neck.

clang~

Right at the moment when Wang Erhu and the fat man thought the situation was already over, a crisp sword sound resonated through the air.

Then, a silver light flashed as Zeng Yi's and Monkey's bodies passed by each other.

Not only that, a severed arm soared through the air, drawing a beautiful arc entwined with a bright spray of blood, before falling to the ground. The blood moistened the earth.

Monkey froze in place for a few seconds, then mechanically turned his head to look at the bowl-sized wound on his arm, blood gushing out uncontrollably. Panic filled his pale face.

"My hand... my hand is severed!"

"Ah, it hurts! It hurts so much! Boss, save me!"

As pain surged into his brain, Monkey clutched his severed arm, collapsed to the ground, curling up and rolling in anguish, his frightened cries mixed with sobbing.

The two slave traders on the other side were dumbfounded, frozen in place.

A child who appeared to be less than ten years old had easily defeated an adult!

Zeng Yi, not paying any attention to the wailing Monkey, coldly locked his gaze on the two men in front of him, waving his sword with his right hand. Drops of blood splattered onto the nearby weeds from the blade.

Too slow!

That adult Monkey with a Martial Spirit may have some spirit power due to his martial spirit's merging, making him faster than those adults without spirit power. But for Zeng Yi, he was too slow.

Moreover, the fighting style was very crude, devoid of any technique. It was purely relying on instinct in battle and exploiting the characteristics of his martial spirit, just like a wild beast.

Is this what a Spirit Master is? They can't even fight without spirit techniques. They truly are trash.

"Now, it's your turn!"

Bang~

Zeng Yi held the sword with both hands, his gaze fixed on them. Gathering his strength from his dantian, he shot forward like an arrow.

Seeing Zeng Yi charging towards them, the two became panicky. This child who appeared much younger than them was likely a Spirit Master.

Damn it, how could a Spirit Master appear in this godforsaken place, especially a young prodigious Spirit Master like him!

Gritting his teeth, Wang Erhu pushed the fat man next to him away and ran backward himself.

"Stop him!"

The fat man, who was pushed away, felt hopeless. His companion, who had fourth-level spirit power, was killed in an instant by the opponent. He himself had only third-level spirit power. Wasn't this just walking to his death?

"Scum!"

Seeing that the person unhesitatingly abandoned his companion, Zeng Yi murmured softly, his eyes shimmering with endless coldness.

Seeing the approaching man who weighed nearly two hundred kilograms, Zeng Yi didn't swing his sword but instead kicked him fiercely on his waist. Like a ball of flesh, the fat man was kicked and collided with a nearby big tree.

During the kick, Zeng Yi even heard a crackling sound of bones. It seemed the man's waist was broken.

But these were all scum, whether they lived or died, Zeng Yi didn't care.

The running Wang Erhu wasn't trying to escape. His goal was the little girl.

If the opponent wanted to save someone, as long as he could control that girl, he could save his own life.

Zeng Yi also noticed his intentions and chased after him.

However, due to being blocked briefly, Zeng Yi felt that he was running out of time.

Making up his mind, Zeng Yi threw the sword in his hand.

The sharp longsword cut through the air, piercing through Wang Erhu's right leg.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Wang Erhu suddenly felt intense pain in his right leg as the sword went through it. He lost control of his leg, fell to the ground, and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Wang Erhu tightly held his thigh penetrated by the longsword, blood gushing out frenziedly. His face twisted in pain as he screamed.

Trample, trample, trample~

Footsteps could be heard approaching. He looked up and saw the young boy walking towards him step by step, a indifferent expression on his young face.

The fear of death overwhelmed the pain. Wang Erhu immediately begged for mercy from the boy.

"Great Spirit Master, spare me! I don't want to die! I have money, I can give you all my money! This girl is yours too. Please spare my life, Great Spirit Master!" Wang Erhu knelt on the ground, forehead pressed against the ground, pleading for mercy. At this moment, he abandoned all his dignity.