My Last Hunt

Chapter 208: Journey (9)

Journey (9)

Unwanted is welcomed

"When a jackal is misguided he seeks his death in the city; I am sure you of all are misguided." Qiao voiced as if he was not telling them of their wrong choice to stop him instead reading them a moral poem of nursery rhyme. He tightened his grip on the level six shapeless weapon. Inside his head he was thinking ways how he should get rid without directly attacking them. One against four would definitely bring trouble; clashing with the weapon differs compared to the weapon clashing with the hunter's body. The weapons carry the grade and create trouble along with the strength of human body. 

They were no more in the forest where Qiao could jump here and there like a monkey and give a surprise attack. They were standing right in front ready to battle. Wuza was sipping few drop of blood from the storage bag to quench his thirst and also observing the four intruders. Qiao cut out a part of his fleece and picked it. He placed his weapon across the waistcloth. Clashing weapon against a weapon can bring trouble for his level so he cut a part of cloth to test the theory of martial arts. 

There were number of Chinese movies where martial arts mentor or MC happened to caught in the circle of enemies empty handed. Then he would just borrow a cloth and starts fighting. Qiao in the present circumstances has learned better grade of agility skill and also his observation was enhanced with the level up. His body gained strength with the time. He can be rightly called a muscle man and strongly built. He has level up weapon with him as well but weapons could count as useless if he got screwed because of these flies. 

All times the weapons cannot be considered best companion especially in this world unless he reached Silver Class at least. After taking into consideration he decided to use the theories of advanced world. For him it was theory until he tried it and got succeeded. Wuza curiously looked at the brother hunter. He was thinking to steady up and then push all of them away and hover. "Brother don't say me to take away Lowa this time again." He shook his head eagerly. He did not want to stand at side lines and watch the hunters coming to bother them. 

"Who is telling you to go away?" Qiao spoke perplexed. They were four of them and he did not intend to send away his companions. Though he wanted to mute them for forever singlehandedly however it was waste of time. Kicking and getting rid takes time in the scenario they were also level five. Wuza heard and got pleased. He looked around whether anyone was keeping eyes at them or not; fortunately there was no one in the surrounding. It was a sign that he could go all out according to the brother hunter's words. He rushed toward one of them and dragged away like a prisoner. 

Three remaining looked at what just happened but before they could comprehend Qiao leapt at one of them. Lowa was standing speechless; no one told her of her responsibility. Qiao was rushing and threw his shapeless weapon toward her telling, "Protect yourself." She barely grabbed the weapon. Its edges were shining and giving off strong aura of level higher weapon. Lowa held the weapon and stood alert deciding whether to rush or wait. She was like a log ready to be whipped. 

Qiao used the cloth to shirk off the attack of the hunter. They were already baffled about the disappearance of one of the hunter. The strange method of the young hunter was the second jolt for them. The cloth waved in the air and the weapon got entwined; it bothered the route and the hunter tried to set it free. His hand got twisted when Qiao joggled the cloth again. The hunter stepped back. One of them rushed toward the huntress to silence her presence. Lowa stopped the attack. The hunter took her as weakling but the weapon was level higher and her grip was also learned or she was afraid to let it loss. 

The hunter who was dragged got baffled. He was suddenly brought away and a strange human was standing in front of him glaring. "Try moving a little and never blame me for anything." Wuza spoke in screeching voice intentionally to torture the hearing of this normal human. "Just who the hell are you?" the hunter moved like a defeated monster. The warning of this strange human was still fresh yet he dared to move. The soft soil under his feet crumbled and he staggered. Wuza extended his hand and stopped him from falling down. "I told you perhaps you don't care." Then he shook away the hand and the hunter fell in the hell hole. 

Wuza blinked his eyes because the hunter did not scream yet. He was perhaps waiting for it when he heard the weak voice of a girl. It was Lowa. Qiao was near so he immediately stopped the hunter with the cloth while the other two hunters were down on the ground. One of them was kicked and the other was slapped on his face with the sharp edges of the cloth. It was to help the girl on time. 

"Aye; brother hunter is still faster than me." Wuza came like wind and after seeing that Lowa was no more in trouble; he praised Qiao. Qiao was still busy with three of them when Wuza asked, "Brother Hunter send one of them to me." He almost pleaded. The hunters heard him and got stumped. What was happening here? Were they being toyed? Why it seemed they were here not to kill the young hunter instead get beaten by him? The scenario was screaming the lungs out that they were the one at loss ends. "Alright take that one and throw in the hell hole." Qiao waved his hand let one of the hunters for Wuza to handle.