My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 35: One Against Three

Seeing the resolute look on my face, Qi Yun actually hesitated a bit. “There are three of them. Even though each one is outmatched by me, three heads are better than one, right?” I interrupted Qi Yun impatiently. “They’ve been beaten to the point of being practically morons—do you think I can’t tell that?” The other two looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties. One of them—a burly, muscular young man—was now sitting on the ground like a wronged woman, cursing at the top of his lungs, “May you all die a horrible death! Even as a ghost, I’ll never let you off the hook!” “Geng Dong, why are you wasting your breath on them? If we’re going to die, so be it. We joined the guild—we should’ve seen this coming.” The other man, with thick glasses and disheveled hair, said this, though his body couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably. After hearing what the two of them had to say, I raised an eyebrow and remarked, “With those two lines, it almost feels like they’re the villains here.” The three standing across from them included a potbellied, shirtless man wielding a chain knife; another, as skinny as a bamboo pole with his hair in disarray, holding a… slingshot? After merging with Qi Yun, influenced by him, I could sense some of the spiritual energy emanating from them. Although they were much stronger than the men in black from last time, they were, at most, on the same level as Xu Weijie. What I couldn’t figure out was the young man standing behind them, his eyes hidden by his blond hair. The only thing I could tell for sure was that, judging by his stance alone, this person must be a big shot. “Boss, let’s just get this over with. No messing around.” The man wielding the broadsword had a gleam in his eyes, licked his lips with excitement, and kept egging on the young man behind him—clearly not a good person. The man with the slingshot cut him off immediately. “Feibo, shut up for a second. Listen to the boss.” Fei Bo retorted indignantly, “Feng Dandan, you’re the one who should shut up. If you can’t stand the sight of blood, just turn your head away—I’ll take care of it in a snap.” Feng Dandan shot back, “That might be satisfying for you, but have you even thought about how we’re going to handle the aftermath? Do you think this is a video game, where you can just slash a monster and have the system automatically respawn it?” The man with yellow hair hesitated, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Finally, he glared at the two men with a fierce yet hollow look and spoke slowly, “If I let you go, will you report this to your superiors?” “Ha.” I couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing on the spot,It reminded me of those elementary school fights—when kids would drag someone they didn’t like over for a beating, then threaten, “Don’t you dare tell the teacher,” only to end up getting publicly reprimanded in front of the whole school the next day, followed by a brutal beating from both my dad and mom that left me bruised and battered. Of course, that wasn’t me—it was Zhao Leichuan. Right now, his mindset was pretty much the same as those elementary school kids. “Someone’s here.” Before Feng Dandan’s voice even reached me, the marble was already on its way—a glass marble whizzed past my ear and embedded itself in the wall not far behind me. “Sorry, I was spacing out.” Before I could say a word, Qi Yun had already started beating himself up. I rolled over to Geng Dong’s side and thought to myself, “I’ve noticed you don’t take dealing with projectiles very seriously. If it weren’t for his lousy aim, I’d have died again.” “Is that my fault?” Qi Yun retorted indignantly. “If you hadn’t been laughing just now, I would’ve circled around behind them and pulled off a triple kill by surprise.” Geng Dong was startled by this. He stopped cursing, shifted his butt a little backward, and after a long moment of stunned silence, asked timidly, “Excuse me… who are you?” “I’m the backup your Monkey guy called in,” I said, feigning nonchalance. Before I could finish, another marble flew toward my face. This time, Qi Yun reacted, executing a perfect backflip in mid-air to dodge the attack. I didn’t think the move was particularly cool, but my lower back was starting to go numb. I glared at that stick. “Can’t you wait until someone finishes speaking before you act?” “If I don’t know you,” Feng Dandan conjured a golden glass marble in his hand, pulled the rubber band taut, aimed at me, and said coldly, “then you must be the enemy.” By now, Fei Bo had snapped out of his momentary bewilderment. His eyes seemed to burn with a desire to hack me to pieces as he charged at me, swinging his double-bladed sword. “Feng Dandan, don’t interfere—this is my prey.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dazzling golden light flashed past him, hurtling straight toward me. “Hah,” Qi Yun chuckled softly. Having anticipated the projectile’s trajectory, he dodged the weapon with a slight sidestep. By then, Fei Bo had reached me. Taking advantage of my unarmed state, he flaunted his chain knife without a shred of restraint, while Qi Yun remained unflustered, dodging left and right. I was starting to get a little anxious. Although I trusted Qi Yun’s abilities, this was still my body, after all. He was only defending and not attacking—what if Fei Bo accidentally landed a blow on me? I could end up disabled for real. “Mengmeng, watch closely. I’m about to show you the Xuanwu Fist in action.” Then he struck—swinging a punch that landed swiftly, accurately, and with brutal force on the pulse of Fei Bo’s right hand, which was holding the chain knife. Fei Bo winced in pain, and with a “thud,” the chain knife fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, a gust of wind whistled past my ears—the wind generated by my punches. My vision was filled with afterimages of my fists as one punch followed another in rapid succession. Fei Bo didn’t even have time to utter a sound; with a muffled groan, he collapsed unconscious onto the ground. “Watch out, young hero!” Geng Dong and another person shouted warnings from behind me. Just as Fei Bo was defeated, Feng Dandan also fired his marbles—this time, three at once. “Hmph, here’s payback.” Qi Yun snorted disdainfully and conjured his spirit-controlling artifact.