He then left the area, hid in a corner, and secretly observed the big spotted dog's reaction.

In the past, every time he returned to the countryside, he had often been intimidated by this big spotted dog.

Now was the perfect time to use this stupid dog to test the medicine.

Splash...

The big spotted dog poked its head out of its den, looked around, and did not spot any trace of Andrew Warren.

It waited a while longer before slowly moving to the dog bowl, sniffing the medicinal soup inside. Not detecting anything unusual, it licked it twice.

The taste seemed not very good. It shook its head and sat down next to the bowl.

Andrew Warren waited a while longer, thinking it wouldn't eat anymore, when it suddenly lowered its head and slurped up the rest of the soup.

It then lay down beside the bowl and fell asleep.

No abnormal reactions were observed.

Seeing this, Andrew Warren felt relieved and turned toward his uncle's house.

As he was about to reach the door, he saw a figure with its back to him, drawing something on the neighbor's door next to his uncle's house.

Chapter 13: Bandits

By now, night had fully fallen, and the village, shrouded in darkness, appeared shadowy and indistinct.

Even someone as skilled as Andrew Warren could only make out the silhouette of the person facing away from him, unable to see clearly what they were drawing.

At this hour, most villagers were already asleep.

Who would be out and about at this time, causing trouble at someone else's doorstep?

Could it be some lunatic locked up at home who managed to sneak out?

"Who's there?"

With a flash of thought, Andrew Warren suddenly shouted in a low voice.

The person, hearing the sound, turned to glance at him, revealing an utterly ordinary face in the darkness.

The corners of the man's mouth curled up in a strange smile, but he said nothing, turning and striding swiftly into the darkness.

With a single step, he covered more than three meters; in just a few leaps, his figure was about to disappear.

"A martial artist?"

Seeing how swiftly he moved, Andrew Warren immediately understood.

He followed, incorporating the "Moon-Picking Spear" technique into his steps, leaping forward in pursuit.

He had never heard of any other martial artists in Flooded Village.

This person was most likely an outsider.

An outsider sneaking around the village at night, drawing on doors—he must be up to no good!

As Andrew Warren swept past the neighbor's gate, he saw a bright red triangle drawn on the door. His heart skipped a beat, and he began to understand the martial artist's intentions.

He'd heard from the elders that many horse bandits and mountain brigands, when raiding villages, would first send out scouts to cast a net over the area.

The scouts would assess the local wealth, select a target village, mark it in various ways, and then return to report to the bandit lair.

Wasn't this situation exactly like a bandit scout marking a chosen target?

He absolutely couldn't let this martial artist escape!

"Stay right there!"

Andrew Warren took three steps in two, rushing into a deserted side path.

He saw the man marking another door in front of a house and immediately shouted in a thunderous voice.

His voice boomed like an explosion!

He leaped like a tiger, channeling force through his feet, contracting over a hundred muscles throughout his body. In that instant, every bit of strength was squeezed out and gathered into his right arm.

Boom!

His right arm became like a great spear, chopping down with the force of splitting a mountain, leaving afterimages in its wake!

"Bright Force?"

The man saw that Andrew Warren had some martial skill, his expression tightening slightly. He snorted coldly, unwilling to take Andrew Warren's powerful spear head-on. He shot him a resentful look, then leaped away, sprinting madly toward the edge of the village.

If he escaped, he might soon lead a band of bandits here to plunder.

Andrew Warren would never let him get away.

He immediately pushed off with the soles of his feet and gave chase.

The two of them, in their pursuit, crossed over a hundred acres of fields outside the village, and before long, reached a patch of forest.

There, the man stopped, suddenly turned to face Andrew Warren, his expression vicious. "You little bastard who doesn't know your place, do you think mastering Bright Force means you can do whatever you want?

Tonight, I'll take your life!

Regret it in your next life!"

Whoosh!

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged straight at Andrew Warren, as sharp as a thrusting sword, making Andrew Warren feel as if there was nowhere to dodge!

Such speed!

He must have experienced life-and-death combat, having infused a killing intent into his every move!

But his true martial skill must be stronger than mine!

As these thoughts flashed by, Andrew Warren's mind settled, becoming calm and steady.

At the same time, the enemy's right fist was already hurtling toward his face!

Whoosh!

A gust of wind from the punch!

Andrew Warren saw that the incoming fist was tinged with a bronze-gold hue, mingling with the man's sallow skin!

What kind of boxing technique could train the skin to this color?

Whoosh!

He jerked his head aside, and the man's fist grazed his cheek.

At that moment, the enemy's other fist, which had been at his waist, shot out like a viper, striking straight at Andrew Warren's abdomen!

At the same time, Andrew Warren spread his five fingers and suddenly met the enemy's fist.

Bang!

Fist and palm collided!

Over a hundred muscles in Andrew Warren's body trembled at once, dispersing most of the force from the opponent's punch. He gripped the man's fist tightly, muscles tensing, and with a sudden twist—"Rip!"