The Dramatic Crown Princess Wants to Poison Me!

Chapter 611: Chapter 610: Can You Stop Me?

The earlier four servants were just skilled in flashy moves, but these two were different.

They were light and steady on their feet, with bulging temples and restrained breathing, clearly trained fighters.

Uncle Liang’s martial arts were merely third-rate, easily defeating ten ordinary men, but facing trained fighters required caution.

Old Liang’s pent-up frustration dissipated after pounding the four servants. He didn’t pay much attention to Xia Wenjin’s words, merely responding verbally.

Unexpectedly, he hadn’t turned his head when he heard the wind whistling, rushing towards him, distinctly different from the minor skirmish with the four servants earlier.

His expression turned serious, and he hurriedly turned around, but despite his quick reflexes, he was still a moment late. He had already been struck heavily on the shoulder.

The force was strong enough to make his burly figure sway.

The punch was delivered by the sturdy man in gray. Despite being struck, Old Liang didn’t back down, grabbing the whip with a reverse grip, causing it to whistle through the air, even creating a sonic boom, remarkably blocking the attacks of the two men.

The man in crimson sneered, "You have some skills!" Stamping his foot on the ground, he flipped a fallen sword from a servant up with his toe, caught it, and slashed at Old Liang.

During the gap, the gray-clothed man pressed his hand on his waist, drawing two daggers to coordinate his attack with the crimson-clothed man.

Earlier, the four servants wielded their swords and knives menacingly, but Old Liang dismissed them, not even needing the whip.

However, facing these two, even using the whip, he was still at a disadvantage.

Attacking together, the gray-clothed man and crimson-clothed man’s moves complemented each other, fierce and insidious, forming a compelling synergy, resembling a small martial array.

These two had likely reached a third-rate advanced level.

Even individually, they surpassed Old Liang; together, they were formidable.

Old Liang was forced to retreat repeatedly, sustaining several hits quickly.

This brought mocking laughter from the sharp-tongued woman and those standing with Zhai Hao. Particularly, Xia Wenjin’s earlier dismissal made her think Xia Wenjin was afraid, belittling her. Under her lead, sharp remarks filled the air, fueling Old Liang’s frustration further.

Already disadvantaged, external taunts diminished his fighting capability.

Getting hit was nothing, but the gray-clothed and crimson-clothed men followed Zhai Hao’s orders to kill Old Liang and capture the young lady in the carriage.

Holding the upper hand, their blows were merciless.

Soon, Old Liang’s clothes were tattered, with several cuts and blood staining them.

Injuries made Old Liang’s movements sluggish, his form more awkward, while the two men glared menacingly, pressing closer.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, Xia Wenjin quickly lifted the carriage curtain and jumped down.

In just a moment, the gray-clothed man had Old Liang in disarray, and the crimson-clothed man’s blade was hacking towards Old Liang’s shoulder.

Evidently, their joint attack aimed to completely cripple Old Liang.

One slash would render Old Liang’s shoulder useless.

The blood-soaked violent scene did not frighten those present; instead, excitement shone on their faces.

To them, Old Liang and Xia Wenjin were mere insects to toy with, their lives inconsequential.

The crimson-clothed man’s face twisted with cruel malice.

Seeing the blade about to sever Old Liang’s arm, feeling there was no escape, Old Liang’s eyes widened with rage; losing an arm or even his life was trivial. Though he was the young lady’s driver, his true role was to protect her safety. If he perished, wouldn’t the young miss be seized by that vile figure, her fate predictably dire?

This was what Old Liang couldn’t tolerate.

Just when he thought the slash would spill blood, severing his arm, he felt a faint tremor on his shoulder; the blade halted.

Upon closer inspection, a dagger was across his shoulder, blocking the blade.

Moreover, the blade had chipped.

Even the crimson-clothed man was surprised, struck with significant force, yet a dagger stopped it, especially when wielded by the young lady from the carriage.

Compared to Old Liang’s burly figure, the young lady appeared frail.

But her grip was steady, not only blocking the sword but also deftly deflecting it upward.

Foiled by a young lady, both men exchanged a venomous look.

However, as the young lady was desired by the young master and attractive, their primary target remained Old Liang.

Yet Xia Wenjin deflected the blade, retrieving a small bottle of antiseptic medicine from her sleeve, handing it to Old Liang, saying, "Uncle Liang, go back to the carriage and tend to your wounds. Leave this to me!"

She spoke calmly, but Old Liang’s expression was somber.

Growing up in the fortress watching the young lady, he knew her capabilities. If he couldn’t beat these two, how could the young lady possibly be a match?

Old Liang urgently said, "No way! These two strike too viciously. Young lady, you should leave first while I hold them off!"

The man in gray sneered, "Can you hold them off?"

Xia Wenjin didn’t receive his blade; he thought the crimson-clothed man withheld force considering the young master wanted her.

Xia Wenjin felt somewhat helpless; during her time in the fortress, was she truly so weak? Seeing worry in everyone’s eyes, she momentarily reflected.

Recalling then, she indeed was excessively weak, fiercely competitive, forcing fortress brothers to spar, forbidding them to win.

Did those brothers take her flashy moves seriously?

Thus, each time she fought, it was a rout, inflating her vanity, only later life’s hardships taught her her limits, encountering a good mentor, walking step by step from novice to adept.

But those advancements were years later.

This life, having encountered Jianghu for over a year ahead, meeting the Undying Poison Doctor beforehand, changed her father’s and brother’s views somewhat, but the others in the fortress were unaware.

Seeing Old Liang’s intent to shield her with his body, Xia Wenjin felt touched, smiling, "If you’re going to help me, bandage your wounds first. Let me handle them; if I can’t, you can step in."

Her indifferent demeanor made the man in gray and crimson-clothed man even more sinister, exchanging glances, deciding to first eliminate Old Liang, launching their attack.