Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 203: The Arrogant Young Master Luo Er
Including the convoy and Chu Yang's group, everyone was taken aback!
You rushed after someone, and now you're claiming the road is yours? When did you pave it?
When the sound of hooves echoed, Cheng Yunhe sensed something was off. Sure enough, one or two guys with dark circles under their eyes zoomed past. Cheng Yunhe sighed in relief, thinking they might just be passing through.
Who would have thought that after rushing by, this guy would suddenly stop and start robbing them!
Cheng Yunhe nearly fainted.
Everyone has seen bandits before, that's nothing new. But encountering someone who rushes up from behind to rob a convoy seemed like a first. It's also rare to see a single person attempt to intercept such a large convoy.
Even more ridiculous was that the one who should be wearing a face of sorrow and indignation as a victim looked like he was the most aggrieved person in the world. His eyes seemed to spew fire, as if he had just been wronged grievously...
Such an arrogant, unreasonable yet pitiful bandit truly seemed beyond redemption...
"This guy is sick, right?" A middle-aged horseman in the convoy stared dumbfounded at Rocky Luo, who was actually wearing an excited expression. Cheng Yunhe and the others had all been holding in a lot of frustration after leaving Iron Cloud City, and everyone was reluctant and uneasy walking along this snowy path.
Now, someone had emerged to vent their anger. Suddenly, everyone felt a bit of unexpected joy!
The martial sect expert disguised as a horseman was battling with the cold wind and heavy snow, feeling utterly miserable, yet at that moment, he felt like a pie had fallen from the sky.
"You are the one who's sick! Your whole family is sick!" Rocky Luo cursed loudly, "Even your ancestors up to the eighth generation are sick!"
"Scoundrel!" The middle-aged horseman turned purple with rage, his anger flaring. He jumped down in a flash, grinning menacingly, "Kid, no matter who you are, if you dare block my path, be prepared to face the consequences!"
Before he finished speaking, Rocky Luo was even more impulsive than him. He just jumped off his horse, and the other party rushed over directly.
"You bastard! You damn pig's offspring! How dare you insult me!" Young Master Luo Er, seething with anger, was spewing insults continuously while rolling up his sleeves to fight: "This young master robs you because I think highly of you! What’s wrong, damn it, are you all still unconvinced? Damn it, I treat you as people, yet you insist on burrowing into the donkey shed! Do you think I’m giving you face? Bastard!"
While he was fighting and cursing, the martial sect expert hadn’t even had a chance to retaliate. The opponent's attacks were so rapid, blocking left and right, that he didn’t even have a chance to counter.
In an instant, he was dizzy from the opponent's swift movements, and he didn't even have time to shout curses.
After a round of fierce attacks, Rocky Luo suddenly stopped, standing with his arms crossed as he watched the guy in front of him, who was still blocking left and right with reflexive movements, not yet realizing the fight had stopped.
After waving his arms for a while, he finally recognized that the enemy had ceased attacking. Sweating profusely, he halted, only to find that the aggrieved fellow was very close in front of him.
"Do you have epilepsy?" Rocky Luo curiously asked, and before the other could answer, he threw a punch straight at his nose, followed by two loud, stinging slaps.
This guy was hit so hard that his head jerked back, then was slapped firmly to the left, and subsequently slapped back to the right, struggling to finally straighten his head, when two streams of blood suddenly erupted from his nostrils.
With a loud roar, he ended up spitting out over ten broken teeth.
Blood splattered on the silver-white snow surface, bright red and extremely eye-catching.
This act made the few martial sovereign experts in the team, who were about to make a move, narrow their eyes. Rocky Luo's movements were clean and quick, and his method of attack was rigorous, vaguely carrying an air of authority, yet also exuding an indescribable strangeness!