Chapter 181 - 116: Ruan Lang Lost (2)
Ran Yan immediately dropped to the ground, and with a swoosh, a knife flashing cold light flew over her head and embedded itself in the tree trunk ahead, the blade humming loudly.
Without a moment’s breath, another whooshing sound of wind approached.
Ran Yan quickly flipped over, her eyes wide as she watched a large wooden bat as thick as an arm attack her face. Without any time to focus on anything else, she lifted her dagger to block the bat.
But the strength of the person was clearly much greater than Ran Yan’s, and her block only served as a fierce buffer; the bat still struck the top of her head, but with weakened force, sparing her from being knocked unconscious.
Ran Yan rolled away from the attacker’s range and, after catching her breath, she saw the assailant: dressed in black, their entire head was tightly wrapped, revealing only a pair of eyes.
The light in the forest was too dim, and before Ran Yan could adjust her unsettled fright and vision, the black-clad person’s bat wind swept over again.
The shorter the weapon, the greater the danger. Ran Yan, although armed with a sharp dagger, was forced to keep retreating by her opponent’s long bat. The person aimed for Ran Yan’s head, and a moment of inattention could result in her being knocked out. Besides, the assailant was obviously skilled in martial arts and, even if not highly skilled, was not an opponent Ran Yan could match. After two exchanges, her arms were hit several times, the pain causing her to break out in a sweat. Yet, she dared not loosen her grip on the short dagger that was her only lifeline.
The bat-wielder’s speed faltered twice, as if surprised that Ran Yan, who likely had broken bones in her arm, could still resist so stubbornly!
After these brief pauses, an even more violent attack followed! But for Ran Yan, these short moments of respite were enough. Bearing the pain, she stealthily took out a packet of medicinal powder and flung it towards her adversary before the bat could reach her.
The bat, with a whooshing sound, targeted Ran Yan’s crown. This time, she had no time to dodge. Just as she felt her death was certain, the bat stopped abruptly, half an inch from her head, the cool breeze it brought numbing her scalp.
When Ran Yan looked up, she saw a burly man wielding a sword as if cutting radishes, breaking the bat in two and thrusting his sword towards the chest of the person in black. Ran Yan recognized the man as Xiao Song’s guard, named Bai Yi. Relieved, she discovered that the ground beneath her feet felt soft and not like solid earth. Just as she shifted slightly, the ground beside her foot suddenly collapsed.