After Maxing out all Classes

Shisu was secretly alarmed. The impact of those two Thunder Bombs was incredibly strong. Robb was most likely either dead or seriously injured. A wave of sadness washed over her. Although Robb always talked nonsense, he didn’t seem like a bad person. He had even saved her multiple times. With his mysterious skills, it angered her to think that he was taken down by such a minor trick.

Her eyes turned a bit red, although they were already red to begin with, so it wasn’t noticeable. “You scoundrel, your methods are truly despicable,” she said bitterly.

The man in black laughed heartily. “Despicable? Sounds like the words of someone who’s powerless and angry. That guy was overly confident, daring enough to catch concealed weapons with his hands. If he’s dead, he had it coming.”

“I’ll fight you,” Shisu swiftly unsheathed her longsword.

The man in black drew a stick.

Just then, both heard a voice: “What’s the big idea? You thought a lousy bomb would finish me off? Do you think I’m that weak?”

The moment the voice rang out, the man in black leapt backward, distancing himself, and pressed against the courtyard wall. Shisu turned around joyfully and saw Robb standing there, completely naked.

She screamed and lowered her bunny ears to cover her eyes, “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

Robb responded, annoyed, “I just came out of the bath when your people decided to bomb me. Did you give me a chance to get dressed? And just to let you know, it’s very dangerous to cover your eyes in the middle of a fight.”

Shisu quickly opened her eyes but took care not to look in Robb’s direction, focusing instead on the man in black.

The man in black was utterly dumbfounded, “You’re unscathed? Not a single injury?”

Robb grinned, “My protective qi is quite strong. Your little explosions can’t break it.”

The man in black yelled, “Stop lying! My Thunder Bombs contain runes that can break the cultivation base of Daoist and Immortal cultivators. No one can withstand two of them and live.”

Robb quipped, “Ah, apologies then. From today onward, my name will be ‘No One’.”

The man in black: “…”

Shisu was both amused and exasperated, thinking: “This Western devil is talking nonsense again.”

Growing increasingly anxious, the man in black watched as Robb began to advance. Panicking, he tried to leap over the courtyard wall to escape, but Robb quickly grabbed his ankle and slammed him to the ground. After a couple of tosses, the man was battered and bruised. And this was Robb holding back; otherwise, a few more throws and the man would have been dead.

Robb laughed, “Throwing a bomb at me while I’m taking a bath? You’re truly heartless. You think you can run? I won’t kill you, but I will beat you till you’re black and blue. Let’s see how you face people after that.”

Finishing his sentence, he flung the man over the courtyard wall.

A few seconds later, there was a thud outside, followed by the scuffling of feet. It seemed someone was there to pick up the man in black.

Climbing onto the wall for a better look, Robb saw a figure lifting the man in black and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

He waved at their retreating figures, chuckling, “Don’t come back, or next time it won’t just be your head that explodes.”

Jumping down from the wall, Robb saw that Shisu had again lowered her bunny ears to cover her eyes. “Put some clothes on already, stop walking around naked.”

Robb shrugged, “It’s not my fault! This world is just so crazy; people keep ruining my clothes. Wait, where are my clothes? Oh no, the bomb must have shredded the clothes I had hanging nearby.”

Shisu opened her eyes just a sliver, peeking to confirm. Indeed, Robb’s clothes were ruined. “Wait here, I’ll find some robes for you from one of my fellow disciples.”

In the large estate of the Qiantang Sect, many rooms were now empty, their closets filled with clothes. Since everyone was dead, they could be used freely.

Shisu found a new set of robes in one of the disciple’s closets. The robes were freshly made but had never been worn, a reminder that the disciple who owned them was gone forever. Feeling somewhat melancholic, she handed the clothes to Robb. “Here, wear this.”

Robb put it on; it was a pretty decent fit. A set of knightly robes, similar to those worn by protagonists in Wuxia TV series. The moment he put it on, it was clear he wasn’t just some minor character.

Shisu sighed, “If we cover your face and just look at your body, you’re actually quite handsome.”

Robb likewise sighed, “If we cover your face and just look at your body, you’re actually quite beautiful.”

Both of them: “…”

The conversation had reached an awkward impasse.

Both were considering going back to their rooms to rest, but before they could turn around, a thundering sound of hooves approached from outside the estate. It sounded large-scale, indicating a significant cavalry force.

Robb wondered, “They didn’t send an army to seize the mysterious ore, did they?”

Shisu replied, “The government isn’t that bored; they won’t forcibly take things from the martial arts community.”

Both of them floated up onto the wall to see what was happening outside.

They saw a large group of cavalrymen racing along the official road beside the Qiantang River. There were easily more than a thousand of them. They didn’t stop when they reached the front of the Qiantang Sect’s large estate; they merely galloped past, clearly not there for Shisu.

After the cavalry had passed, an even larger group of infantry followed, numbering at least in the tens of thousands. They marched in a grand and imposing manner, forming a single, long line.

Shisu, as someone from the martial arts world, preferred to avoid dealings with the government. Seeing that these soldiers were simply passing by and not coming for her, she decided not to get involved.

However, Robb had no qualms about interacting with government forces. Perched atop the wall, he called out to the passing infantry, “Hey, soldiers! Where are you all headed?”

The ordinary soldiers ignored him, but a man who appeared to be a Commander turned his head and glanced at Robb. Initially, he wasn’t going to respond, but noticing Robb’s blonde hair and Western appearance, he couldn’t help but answer, “We are on a mission to eliminate the ghost pirates. If you, as a foreigner, have any information related to these bandits, feel free to share.”

Robb: “Wow, is that so? My apologies for not knowing. I don’t have any information, but I will cheer you all on! Go, go, go!”

The soldiers: “…”