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The woman was holding a wailing baby in her arms and was fighting desperately, but a soldier impatiently kicked her to the ground.
Zhang Yunyuan's eyes instantly turned cold.
But he still didn't move.
He held onto Feng Baobao tightly, lowering his voice.
"Don't look, baby, let's go."
However, Feng Baobao seemed not to hear him.
She simply watched quietly as everything unfolded before her eyes, watching the soldier grin maliciously and reach out again to grab the woman lying on the ground.
She seemed unable to understand.
Why can one person inflict such violence on another?
Instinctively, she took a step forward.
Zhang Yunyuan was startled and was about to pull her back.
But Feng Baobao's next move was incredibly fast.
Her figure left an afterimage in place, and the next moment, she appeared in front of those thugs.
Everyone was stunned.
The thugs stared at the plainly dressed, vacant-eyed girl who had suddenly appeared, and for a moment they didn't react.
"Where did this girl come from? She's quite pretty."
One of the thugs snapped out of his daze, a malicious smile spreading across his face, and reached out to touch her face.
However, he stopped halfway through reaching out his hand.
A slender, fair hand had somehow already grasped his wrist.
That hand looked powerless, yet it was like a red-hot iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.
Feng Baobao tilted her head and looked at him, her expressionless face still showing that pure confusion.
She seems to be imitating.
Imitate the kicking motion of that thug from earlier.
She lifted her foot.
Then, he kicked it out.
A dull bang.
The burly man, weighing 150 or 160 pounds, was as if he had been struck head-on by a charging bull.
His chest bones cracked with a sickening sound, and he flew backward seven or eight meters away, his feet leaving the ground, before crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness on the spot.
The entire scene fell into a deathly silence.
The remaining thugs' grins froze completely, turning into unbelievable horror.
"Damn it! That bitch's asking for it!"
After a brief moment of shock came overwhelming rage.
The men roared, raised their guns, and were about to pull the triggers.
However, they no longer had a chance.
Feng Baobao's figure moved.
It was a kind of movement that had no rules, no aesthetics, and could even be described as chaotic.
She doesn't know any moves or techniques.
She simply attacked in the most direct and effective way.
Just as one of the thugs raised his gun, Feng Baobao was already in front of him, delivering a simple straight punch that landed squarely on his chin.
The soldier's head tilted back at an eerie angle, several bloody teeth flying out, and he collapsed limply like a puppet with its strings cut.
Another thug tried to hit her with the butt of his rifle, but she simply turned slightly to the side and narrowly avoided it. Then, with a swift chop, she precisely struck the back of his neck.
Each of her moves was made without the slightest fluctuation of Qi.
It was a pure and ultimate manifestation of physical strength and speed.
Quick, accurate, ruthless.
Even Zhang Yunyuan, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
In just a few breaths.
The ground was already covered with people lying down.
Feng Baobao stood in the center of the mess, looked at her hands, then at the soldiers lying on the ground, their fates unknown. In her empty eyes, there was still that same bewildered confusion.
She slowly turned around, walked back to Zhang Yunyuan, and looked up at him.
It's as if it's asking: Did I do the right thing?
Zhang Yunyuan looked at her for a long time before letting out a long, drawn-out sigh.
This is not like picking up an amnesiac girl.
This is clearly a human-shaped murder weapon that we've picked up!
Chapter 102 The Instinct of Qi, Awei's Eighteen Styles
The unrest in the village was quickly quelled.
The villagers, terrified out of their wits, looked at the groaning soldiers on the ground, then at the girl with vacant eyes who seemed to have done nothing wrong, their faces filled with awe and fear.
Zhang Yunyuan did not linger there.
He helped Feng Baobao up, and amidst the villagers' tearful gratitude, he quickly left this place of trouble.
The two set off again, but this time, Zhang Yunyuan's gaze towards Feng Baobao had completely changed.
He no longer saw her as a mentally challenged person who needed care.
Instead, she is seen as an equal "being" filled with unknowns and mysteries.
"Weren't you scared just now?"
Walking along the mountain path, Zhang Yunyuan couldn't help but ask.
Feng Baobao tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then shook her head.
"They're going to beat up that woman."
Her answer was simple and direct.
"So, I hit them."
Zhang Yunyuan fell silent.
He discovered that Feng Baobao's way of thinking was extremely simple.
There was no fear, no pity, no right or wrong.
Only the most primal, beast-like intuition and instinct.
If you treat me well, I will treat you well in return.
If you hurt someone I care about, I'll kill you.
Simple, pure, yet... dangerous.
Over the next few days, Zhang Yunyuan began to observe her intentionally.
He discovered that Feng Baobao's perception of danger was incredibly sharp.
Once, a venomous snake silently fell from a tree, its target being Zhang Yunyuan, who was walking ahead.
Zhang Yunyuan himself was unaware, but Feng Baobao, who was following behind him, had already moved.
She didn't even look up; she simply picked up a pebble from the ground and tossed it behind her.
The pebble whistled through the air and struck the venomous snake precisely at its vital spot.
The snake's carcass lay on the ground, still twitching nervously.
Feng Baobao, from beginning to end, never stopped walking, as if she had simply flicked away an annoying mosquito.
Zhang Yunyuan was deeply shocked by what he saw.
He finally realized something.
Feng Baobao seems to possess an innate, fighting "instinct."
She can "see".
She can instinctively "see" the trajectory of all attacks and the source of all dangers, and react in the simplest, most effective, and most correct way.
A bold idea popped into his mind.
Rather than letting her act like an uncontrollable wild beast, driven by instinct.
Perhaps...we should guide her.
Teach her some basic things, so that she can learn how to control her power and survive better in this world.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Yunyuan began his "teaching plan".
He didn't teach her any profound Taoist techniques; he just started with the most basic physical skills.
A simple punch.
"Look carefully, like this."
Zhang Yunyuan assumed a fighting stance and threw a punch, the wind whistling through the air.
Feng Baobao stood to the side, watching expressionlessly.
Then, she imitated Zhang Yunyuan and threw a punch as well.
There was no force of the punch, nor any imposing manner.