Chapter 670 - 476: The Mountain Bandit King Who Keeps His Word (2)

"This deal was a bit of a loss." Zheng Yi felt a pang of heartache.

The fallen were mostly young people with decent potential.

Such young men, if they could grow, wouldn’t take long to become outstanding talents.

Despite the melancholy, Zheng Yi didn’t feel too sorrowful over this.

This is war, where no one can always strategize flawlessly. Hurting the enemy a thousand times while losing eight hundred is the norm.

Wanting not to pay any price, thinking a few tricks would lead the enemy around by the nose, is the most naive thought.

In this ambush, Zheng Yi deliberately didn’t bring anyone from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, as he didn’t want Zhou Kunshan, who would soon become a mountain bandit, to be associated with Zhou Fan.

Otherwise, this battle would not have been so difficult.

Zheng Yi’s strength still hadn’t recovered, but with the use of the Power of Faith, his cultivation now was close to the Golden Core Peak.

Those ordinary soldiers couldn’t even withstand a single strike from Zheng Yi.

Often just one encounter would leave seven or eight dead under Zheng Yi’s sword, after which others would charge forward, easily scattering these troops.

Zheng Yi led the charge, killing a large part of the enemy forces.

Once they fled far, Zheng Yi didn’t pursue them to extinction but led his men to support the next location.

Just like this snowballing, taking less than half an hour, Zhao Ying’s subordinates were already scattered by Zheng Yi.

By the time Zhao Ying realized something was wrong, there were barely any people left around him.

Moreover, all were personal guards who realized something was amiss and returned to inform him.

At first, Zhao Ying didn’t take their words seriously at all.

"Useless fools, can’t even handle a few peasants?"

"What? You actually lost? That’s absolutely impossible! They’re just bandits, how could they be a match for the elite I’ve nurtured meticulously?"

As soon as these words fell, Zhao Ying’s offensive halted.

At this time, Zhou Kunshan looked as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood, covered head to toe in wounds and blood, with hardly a spot unscathed.

Looking so miserable, yet a faint smile couldn’t fade from his face.

Because now, Zheng Yi had already surrounded them with his men.

Except for Zhao Ying and a few personal guards, all others were either dead or fled, practically an annihilated army.

By this time, Zhao Ying surely realized what had happened.

"What a clever scheme, I never expected a general like me to be calculated by you commoners."

"Considering your impressive work, General can give you a chance, tell me, what do you want?"

Zheng Yi quietly signaled to Zhou Kunshan.

Zhou Kunshan understood and proudly said, "I should’ve made it clear before."

"The food, your armors, and weapons—all belong to me now."

Zhao Ying’s face burned, as if someone had given him a dozen slaps.

As a Zhao Family member, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

But being under others’ roofs, he had to lower his head.

Since these people dared to kill his soldiers, they certainly had the courage to kill him, the Commander.

Piece by piece, the armor was stripped away, weapons thrown to the ground.

The supplies brought with the army naturally had long been seized.

After taking everything, Zhou Kunshan surprisingly kept his promise and let them go.

Zhao Ying was left wearing only a thin garment. With his cultivation, he wasn’t bothered by the cold due to clothing.

However, the way those around him looked at him made him feel extremely ashamed.

The dignified Zhao Family scion, being pointed at and ridiculed by a group of commoners, especially in such a wretched state.

"May I have the honor of knowing your esteemed name?" Zhao Ying gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Today’s kindness, Zhao will surely repay in the future."

Zheng Yi chuckled secretly, "Still too young."

Even though they’ve let him go, given he’s outmatched, he should simply tail between legs.

Unwilling to accept defeat, still provoking them.

Is this kid really unafraid they’d get annoyed and simply silence him to prevent trouble?

In this situation, Zheng Yi naturally anticipated, and Zhou Kunshan proudly said, "Since you ask so sincerely, I’ll tell you."

"My great name never changes whether standing or sitting: the future Mountain Bandit King, Luu Dafei, is me."

Zhao Ying repeated this name silently in his heart, vowing that if he ever had the chance, he would return for revenge.

Just as he was about to leave, an idea suddenly struck him.

"Luu Dafei, right? Previously, several members of our Zhao Family went missing around here, do you have any clues?" Zhao Ying stared at Zhou Kunshan intently, as if trying to glean the answer from his face.

Zhou Kunshan smirked disdainfully, "Zhao Family members? Never heard of them, but if I did encounter them, I wouldn’t mind making a profitable deal without capital."

"You Zhao Family folks are much fattier than those common folk."

"Haven’t seen them for real?" Zhao Ying persisted unwillingly.

Zhou Kunshan, growing impatient with the questioning, angrily said, "Do you think I, the great bandit king, would fear admitting anything? You pretty boy, keep prying, and I’ll chop you right here!"

Seeing Zhou Kunshan truly angry, Zhao Ying dared not push further: "In that case, I’ll take my leave."

With that, he turned and left.

But just before he went far, he heard Zhou Kunshan coldly say, "Wait a minute!"

Zhao Ying shuddered, thinking Zhou Kunshan had changed his mind.

With a stiff face, he turned and asked, "Is there anything else?"

To say he was not afraid would be untrue, Zhao Family members were not unafraid of death.

Moreover, from birth they’d lived in luxury, more so hoping to live longer to enjoy it.

However, because of his status, he didn’t show any fear on his face.

"You can go, but that dead fat man who had a grudge with us before must stay."

This chubby guy, despite his round appearance and seemingly non-threatening demeanor.

In reality, his cultivation was not low, having survived successfully.

Hearing Zhou Kunshan wanted that dead fat man, Zhao Ying let out a little sigh of relief.

He had already been annoyed by the guy, and now, eager to get rid of him, he nearly couldn’t wait to kick the fat man away: "In that case, I leave this useless fat man to you."

From the moment Zhou Kunshan revealed his name, the fat man knew this was definitely a conspiracy.

For he knew this bandit leader wasn’t actually called Luu Dafei.

The fat man decided to keep this secret buried in his belly.

Because once someone heard the news, he’d be the one in the most trouble.

How did he not see before, this seemingly loyal guy could lie without blinking?

Yet, no matter how much the fat man counted, he never expected they wanted to keep him.

"General, save me, look at the second master’s sake, please save me." The fat man clutched Zhao Ying’s leg, crying pitifully.

If Zhou Kunshan hadn’t seen this fat man, commanding and arrogant, he might have thought the guy was indeed miserable.

"Get off me!" Zhao Ying unceremoniously kicked the fat man away.

In situations like this, let alone a worthless fool he already looked down on.

Even if it meant sacrificing those loyal guards accompanying him, Zhao Ying wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest.

No one’s life was more valuable than his as a Zhao Family member; for him to sacrifice was their honor.

Once Zhao Ying left, two men hauled the fat man before Zheng Yi, while Zhou Kunshan sat beside, having his wounds tended.

"Commissioner, it’s been a while." Zheng Yi said with a mischievous smile.

Perhaps sensing no killing intent in Zheng Yi’s voice, the fat man cautiously opened his eyes.

Seeing it was Zheng Yi in front, not the fierce and cunning Zhou Kunshan, the fat man instinctively blurted, "So you are their leader."