Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 117
Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, the woman dodged and weaved, remaining unharmed for the time being, but unable to free her hands to retaliate.
With the cover of others, Sang San Niang finally seized an opportunity and stabbed the woman in the back with her knife.
The woman ducked to avoid it, but the oilcloth bag on her back was torn open by the steel knife, and a pink baby fell out.
Someone exclaimed, "Be careful! Don't hurt the child!"
Looking into those dark, grape-like eyes, Sang San Niang paused for a moment. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the woman kicked out, sending the baby flying into the air, and then swung her hand back, hitting Sang San Niang right in the heart.
Sang San Niang coughed up blood, desperately hurling her steel knife in her right hand before collapsing to the ground with a thud, her eyes wide open in death. The knife had missed its mark, stabbing towards several people cowering in the corner of the hall. The wealthy young master's face remained unchanged; he simply reached out, caught the knife, and gently placed it beside him.
At that moment, Gao Fei's baby fell to the ground. A long-bearded man rushed over and reached out to catch the baby. Before his fingers even touched the baby's swaddling clothes, he suddenly noticed a knife tip appearing under her ribs. Caught off guard, she was almost stabbed squarely and hurriedly withdrew her hand to avoid the knife.
The woman was carrying Sang San Niang's left-handed knife. After forcing the long-bearded man back with a single strike, she went to pick up the baby. The long-bearded man was also skilled in martial arts; he immediately unleashed a powerful palm strike with the force of thunder.
The woman didn't mind at all. She put her left hand on the baby and sent the baby flying into the air. She raised her palm to retaliate, and the instant her palm made contact with the other man's, she suddenly changed her palm into a claw. Her neat and shiny nails pierced the long-bearded man's palm wind like sharp blades and gently tickled his palm.
The long-bearded man felt as if a gash had opened in his palm, and his true energy immediately surged out. He was shocked and withdrew his body, his palms now turning dark green.
Seeing countless dark green lines shooting up his arm, the long-bearded man was horrified: "You...you..." He fell to the ground with a thud, twitched twice, and then lay still, his face now a ghastly green.
The woman smiled and immediately leaped at another person trying to grab the baby, knocking the infant away with a single palm strike. However, before she could hold the baby in her arms, another person attacked with a blade, forcing her to send the baby flying into the air again before facing the enemy with her own palm.
The baby flew around in the air, seemingly finding it very interesting, and kept giggling. This time, when it was sent into the air, whether the woman did it intentionally or unintentionally, it just happened to land on the head of the Buddha, with the swaddling clothes hanging on the corner of the Buddha's crown.
Seeing that it was no longer flying, the baby waved its little hands unhappily and cried "ya ya". It was already hanging loosely, and with this struggle, it actually fell straight down from the Buddha's head.
The woman was locked in fierce combat with the enemy, and no one expected the baby to fall. By the time they discovered it, it was too late to stop their attack and try to save the baby.
The Buddha statue was two zhang tall; if this delicate infant fell from it, she would be half-dead, if not killed. At that moment, a small figure darted out from the side, catching the infant in her arms before she hit the ground, rolling away to avert the fall, and carrying her to the side.
The woman and the others paused for a moment, and when they saw that it was the handsome boy who had been waiting in the corner of the hall who caught the baby, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
When everyone first saw the boy and the three men and one woman at the corner of the hall, they assumed they were just ordinary people seeking shelter from the rain. Later, seeing how fiercely they were fighting, these people remained unmoved, especially the one who looked like a rich young master, who calmly caught the knife. They knew he was no ordinary person, but since they were too busy fighting to pay attention to him, and these people had no intention of helping either side, they stopped paying attention to him.
When everyone saw the boy catch the baby with such skill, they were all amazed. Some even thought further ahead: although the child was young, he had extraordinary talent and, if properly trained, he would surely become famous throughout the world in the future.
Everyone had their own thoughts, and not wanting to affect their kung fu, several people stopped the woman, while a burly man lunged forward and reached out to grab the boy, trying to snatch the baby back.
The baby landed in the boy's arms and, for some reason, became happy again, grinning broadly and reaching out to grab the boy's nose. The boy frowned like an adult, grabbed the baby's little hand, and pulled it aside, completely unaware that someone was rushing towards him.
The moment the burly man's hand touched the boy's shoulder, a flash of a knife appeared before his eyes, and he felt a sharp pain as half of his arm was severed from his body.
The burly man was extremely brave. He grunted, grabbed his severed arm with his other hand, and leaped back several steps, glaring at the man who had cut off his arm.
This person was the heavily made-up woman who had been standing in the corner of the hall. In her hand, she held a curved, broken knife, blade facing downwards, with drops of blood sliding down.
Suddenly, the two groups fighting in the hall retreated, and the woman took the opportunity to walk towards the boy, intending to take the baby back.
The woman brandished her broken knife, pointing it diagonally at the girl, and said, "Don't go near that child!" Her accent was harsh, her voice hoarse, and her Adam's apple bobbed as she spoke; it turned out she was a man in disguise!
The woman paused for a moment, then said, "Fine, I won't go any closer! Tell that boy to give my child back!"
The transvestite nodded, turned around and was about to speak to the boy when he suddenly heard his companion shout, "Watch out!" He was startled, and a sudden pain shot through his chest. He looked down and saw a slender, delicate hand slowly being pulled out of his chest, blood splattering all over the boy and the baby's face and body.
The boy didn't even lift his head; he simply wiped the blood from his face and then gently wiped away the blood splattered on the baby's face with his sleeve.
The woman wiped her hands on the transvestite's body, kicked his corpse to the ground, chuckled softly, and said, "I hate it when people yell at me!"
The boy, despite his young age, was remarkably calm and composed. Even after witnessing the woman kill his companion, he showed no panic. The woman took a liking to him, patted his head, and said, "Child, give me that baby!"
The boy looked up at her and said, "If you fight, I'll hold her for you."
The woman was quite surprised: "I killed your family, and you're not angry?"
The boy shook his head: "They are not my family, they are bad people!"
The woman said, "I'm a bad person too. Didn't you hear them calling me a witch?"
The boy said, "You're fighting so many people all by yourself, even if they're bad guys, they're the most powerful bad guys!"
The woman loved hearing that and smiled slightly, saying, "Alright! Then I'll kill these weak villains for you!"
While she was talking to the boy, the two groups of people were acting on their own. One group snatched the big man back and busied themselves treating his severed arm wound; the other group of three men carried the transvestite's corpse back, but they were neither angry nor alarmed, their expressions frighteningly calm.
What started as a fight between the woman and the Three Masters of Jinzhong escalated into a complicated situation after the demon severed the arm of a burly man, and the woman then killed the demon. The three groups were locked in a stalemate, each unable to decide which side to attack.
After a brief pause, one of the three masters from Jinzhong shouted to the three men, "We'll settle our score later. How about we join forces and kill that witch?"
The wealthy young man nodded, and together with the coachman and the steward in blue, untied their bundles, simultaneously brandishing their knives. The blades were slightly curved, engraved with patterns, and their edges gleamed with a chilling, bluish light.
Upon seeing the knives, the woman's pupils contracted sharply, and she turned to look at the boy: "Who are they?"
A tear welled up in the boy's eye, and his voice choked with emotion, but he held it back and said, "They are bad people, they want to take me away!"
"You don't want to go with them?"
The boy nodded vigorously.
The woman looked at him and said, "Okay! I understand!"
Some people had already lost their patience and shouted, "Witch, you're about to die and you're still indiscriminately killing innocent people! Your crimes are unforgivable!"
The woman gave a slight, cold laugh and asked the boy, "They're in such a hurry to get going, what do you suggest we do?"
The boy was very clever and said, "Then let's send them there!"
He didn't know who was right and who was wrong among these people. He was already indignant to see so many people bullying a woman. Moreover, the woman was extremely powerful. She fought against many people and did not lose the upper hand at all. She even killed the person he hated the most. Therefore, in his young heart, he had already worshipped this woman to the extreme.