Transmigrated Into an Ancient Famine Novel as a Scumbag Alpha (ABO, GL) - Chapter 74

Chapter 74

Ye Qing’s group defeated two black-clad men. Five more charged toward them instantly.

Ye Qing switched her sword to her left hand. She fired her crossbow with her right hand rapidly. Arrows shot out one after another. Unfortunately, the black-clad men reacted quickly. They all knew lightness skills. Most of Ye Qing’s arrows missed. She hit only two men.

The leader shouted loudly. “Take that woman’s weapon away,” he ordered.

“Yes!” two men replied. The remaining three black-clad men rushed at Ye Qing together.

Song Zhao reached Ye Qing’s side fortunately. Moments later, the black-clad men, once ten meters away, closed in on them.

Ye Qing’s crossbow vanished. She blocked one man’s sword with her long sword. A gust blew by her side suddenly. She dodged sideways narrowly. Before she could relax, the sword that slashed at her side swung back. It aimed at her waist directly.

Ye Qing withdrew her sword urgently. She retreated several steps to gain distance. She got no respite. One black-clad man followed her closely. His sword slashed at her neck again.

Ye Qing parried barely. Another black-clad man used lightness skills to appear behind her. He slashed at her back.

Ye Qing used all her strength. She flung her sword and bent down quickly. As she ducked, the sword behind her swung. If she hadn’t dodged in time, her body would be in two pieces.

Ye Qing didn’t linger after ducking. The men’s swords swung too fast. Staying still meant death.

Ye Qing rolled forward swiftly. She stood up from the ground. As expected, the two men’s swords slashed where she had rolled. Seeing her escape, they attacked her from both sides.

Ye Qing’s stamina waned. These men weren’t like soldier-bandits. Their strikes were strong and incredibly fast.

If Ye Qing hadn’t survived the apocalypse for years, developing an instinctive danger sense, she would have died in the earlier clash.

In mere seconds, the two men’s swords slashed at her again. Ye Qing blocked desperately with her sword. Another strike came from behind.

Ye Qing pressed her sword down forcefully. She ducked just in time to avoid the strike. A small lock of her hair was cut off.

Ye Qing ignored it. She rolled on the ground clumsily to create space.

While rolling, Ye Qing’s right hand conjured the crossbow again. She aimed at the black-clad man swinging his sword. She fired an arrow accurately. It hit his chest.

Another black-clad man’s sword slashed at her instantly. Ye Qing rolled twice. Her long sword reappeared in her right hand.

The black-clad man found Ye Qing troublesome. He feared her bow-like weapon. He turned abruptly. He slashed at Jiang Jinhuang by the tree.

Jiang Jinhuang raised her sword to block quickly. As a Kunze, her strength was far less than a Qianyuan’s. A noble lady, she studied literature, not swords. Blocking once was already impressive.

The black-clad man didn’t care if she was Kunze. His next strike aimed at her face.

Ye Qing fired her crossbow at the man. He anticipated her move. He blocked the arrow with his sword swiftly. He continued attacking Jiang Jinhuang. Ye Qing fired three more arrows. He blocked them all with his sword.

Ye Qing tried to shoot again. She discovered her crossbow’s ten arrows were spent. She had no time to reload.

As expected, the black-clad man noticed her empty crossbow. He slashed at Jiang Jinhuang again. Their orders were to kill everyone. Whether she was Xiao Ying or not, all must die.

Ye Qing stored the crossbow in her space. Without arrows, she fought with her sword desperately.

As the sword neared Jiang Jinhuang’s neck, Ye Qing’s sword blocked the black-clad man’s.

The black-clad man sensed her move. He sneered coldly. “Your woman? Let’s see how you protect her,” he taunted.

Realizing Jiang Jinhuang’s importance to Ye Qing, the man’s sword targeted her repeatedly, ignoring Ye Qing.

Ye Qing struggled to keep up. Protecting Jiang Jinhuang behind her, sweat beaded on her forehead. In this world, she felt true danger for the first time.

Before she could think, the black-clad man flashed forward. He stood before Jiang Jinhuang. His sword slashed at her neck.

Ye Qing turned to block with her sword. The man saw her turn. He kicked her chest heavily.

The kick numbed Ye Qing’s chest. Her throat tasted sweet. She nearly dropped her sword. It fell from her hand.

As Ye Qing fell backward, she grabbed Jiang Jinhuang’s arm. She pulled her down. The black-clad man’s sword slashed where Jiang Jinhuang had stood. Without Ye Qing’s pull, Jiang Jinhuang would have been helpless.

The black-clad man redirected his sword. He slashed at Jiang Jinhuang on the ground. Ye Qing conjured another sword from her space urgently. It was her last one.

Ye Qing blocked with her left hand’s sword. The black-clad man kicked her lower back. Her exhausted hand nearly lost the sword again.

Ye Qing tried to stand. The black-clad man anticipated her move. He kicked her left hand holding the sword. Her numbed hand slipped. The sword flew out.

Song Zhao grew anxious. Seeing Ye Qing falter, she shouted. “Master, I’ll help you,” she said.

Her distraction cost her. Another black-clad man kicked her down. She couldn’t aid Ye Qing. She struggled against her own foe.

The black-clad man who disarmed Ye Qing sneered. “I thought you were tough. You injured several of us. I’ll send you to reunite now,” he said.

The man seemed to enjoy cruelty. He could have attacked Ye Qing first. Instead, his sword aimed at Jiang Jinhuang.

Ye Qing acted instinctively. She shielded Jiang Jinhuang with her body. She grabbed Jiang Jinhuang’s sword with her left hand. She blocked behind her back.

A scraping sound rang out. The black-clad man’s sword met Ye Qing’s. Holding the sword backward, Ye Qing struggled. The man pressed harder. His sword reached Ye Qing’s left shoulder.

Ye Qing raised her left hand’s sword to block. The man’s strength overwhelmed her. His sword cut into her flesh. Bl00d flowed out instantly.

Jiang Jinhuang’s tears streamed unknowingly. She shouted at Ye Qing. “Forget me. Run away. Save yourself,” she cried.

Ye Qing looked at Jiang Jinhuang. She gave a pale smile. The black-clad man kicked her back again.

“Facing death, you still flirt. Don’t worry. I’ll send you both down together. You’ll be companions below,” the man said.

The man seemed angered by Ye Qing’s resilience. Killing refugees was easy, but this peasant delayed him and killed his men. He wanted her to suffer before dying.

He pressed his sword down further. “Still resisting? Fine, you go first,” he said.

He lifted his sword from Ye Qing’s shoulder wound. Her left shoulder numbed with pain. The man behind her saw her weakened state. His eyes gleamed mockingly. He raised his sword to slash her back, aiming to kill.

Ye Qing ignored her wound’s pain. She kicked his sword away. She blocked with her right hand’s sword.

The man gripped his sword with both hands. He pressed down, intending to wound her right shoulder too.

Ye Qing’s strength faded. Her left shoulder bled. Her right hand’s sword was pushed toward her. As the man’s sword neared her right shoulder, her left hand conjured a dagger suddenly.

Ye Qing endured her left arm’s pain. She stabbed the dagger into the man’s chest. She stabbed a second time quickly.

The black-clad man hadn’t expected Ye Qing’s tenacity. Her injured left shoulder still moved. He didn’t anticipate the dagger.

Before he could think, bl00d drained from him. He fell backward.

Ye Qing clutched her bleeding left arm. She sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Jiang Jinhuang rushed over. “Ye Qing, are you okay? Your shoulder hurts, doesn’t it? It’s bleeding a lot,” she said.

“Help me stand first,” Ye Qing said. After killing the man, she spoke calmly. Her body was at its limit. Staying conscious was sheer willpower.

“Okay,” Jiang Jinhuang said. She supported Ye Qing carefully to stand.

Ye Qing bent down. She picked up a sword from the ground. She nearly fell. Jiang Jinhuang caught her quickly. “Where are you going?” she asked.

Ye Qing shook her head at her. “This place isn’t safe. We must leave quickly,” she said.

Ye Qing pulled free from Jiang Jinhuang’s support. She held the sword in her right hand. She headed toward Song Zhao.