Chapter 9: This young master possesses extraordinary talent and holds three positions simultaneously

Weakness? "Ling Yun'er frowned: 'The third-tier combat professions are immensely powerful. Even if they have weaknesses, they are not something we, at the first or second tier, can grasp... What should we do? We must help the second young lady. If she is captured and taken back to Chongqing, she will be forced to marry that scoundrel Zhu Yun... Woe is me..."

Want to leave? It's not that easy... When will it end? A loud shout: "Swift as the wind!"

As soon as Yiyun regained consciousness, he quickly turned his head to observe the battle circle between An Qian and the "warrior".

This particular thrust is not an ordinary attack, but rather the only attack skill of the "Militia" known as "Initial Strike." The attack power of this strike can reach a level equivalent to that of a "Soldier," with the side effect of halving combat effectiveness for one day after use.

However, the strength of the third-tier combat professions is too exaggerated; the sword energy is flying everywhere, how can I dare to approach? What should I do? What exactly should I do? Quickly, think of a solution; isn't the cleverness of a homebody meant to be used at times like this? Yi Yun knocked on his head vigorously, pondering for a solution.

It was only after he fell to the ground that he struggled and let out a hoarse shout: "You... how did you become a 'militia'..." After saying this, he fainted.

This sudden stab startled the "soldier," leaving him flustered. He was just a lowly foot soldier, not particularly bright, and for a moment, his mind was a complete mess. Wait a minute! I just saw him here treating someone’s wounds, with the words "pharmacist" above his head. How did he suddenly turn into a "militia"?

An Qian performed a backward somersault, breathing heavily, as the mask on her face rose and fell in rhythm with her breaths. Sweat trickled down her cheeks, giving her a rather pitiable appearance

Watch out ... ... Initial strike ... ...

... ...

"Come back with me, obediently." He Shixiu said in a deep voice: "Miss An, if you return to marry the young prince, you will be honored as a princess. What could be better than that? It would be far happier than struggling in the desert as you are now. Think carefully, the desert is truly terrifying; even I dare not stray too far from Chongqing's Green Prefecture. With your combat ability, how could you possibly remain safe and sound in the desert?"

At this moment, An Qian was already out of breath from He Shixiu's relentless attacks. She swiftly turned her body and executed a new skill, "Three Talents Step," significantly increasing her movement speed in a short period.

At this critical moment, a voice suddenly came from beside me; it was Yiyun's voice, sounding full of a nonchalant tone: "Oh, General He, are you planning to take my fiancée back to Chongqing? My people are clearly here, what use is it for you to take her back to Chongqing?"

He had no weapons at hand, so he had to use a fan. Fortunately, this fan was a high-quality folding fan belonging to the young prince Zhu Yun, made from the finest wood used in *illustrations* and *books* for its ribs, which was very sturdy. When folded, it was indistinguishable from a small wooden stick, and he used the fan as if it were a wooden stick.

With a dull thud, the initial strike landed solidly on the chest of the burly soldier. Interestingly, the soldier was a class inclined towards offense, with rather poor defensive capabilities. When struck in the chest with a force equivalent to his own combat power, he immediately trembled violently and fell backward, even spitting out a mouthful of blood.

An Qian swayed her body, contemplating a strategic retreat. She planned to draw He Shixiu away from the battlefield, and then use the speed of the "Three Talents Step" to shake him off, before returning to regroup with the Moe Girl Brigade

The "Four Great Skills" of the military general: Swift as the Wind, which also significantly increases movement speed in a short period of time

If this stab is merely an ordinary one, with the combat power of a "militia" as a first-tier profession, wielding a small wooden stick, even if it strikes a "soldier," it would not cause significant damage, and might not even break through their defense.

An Qian did not respond; marrying the notorious young master from Chongqing was absolutely out of the question. Unlike her sister An Jing, who was willing to use scissors to scar her own face to escape the young master's entanglement, she did not want to resort to self-destruction and could not think of a way to escape. In that moment, she hesitated.

"Young Master Yi... your smile is truly beautiful..." Ling Yun'er blushed, but immediately shouted, "Oh no, we can't just focus on smiling; Second Miss is in danger..."

Ling Yun'er, who was beside her, was also stunned by the scene before her. She had just exerted all her strength to protect her guardian, but unfortunately, her combat power was insufficient, and she was no match for the "soldiers." Just as she was about to be eliminated, suddenly, the situation underwent a complete turnaround, leaving her somewhat overwhelmed. She couldn't help but exclaim: "Young Master Yi... you... you are not a 'Pharmacist,' are you? How did you change? Oh, right, you also have the profession of '24-hour Home Security Guard.' You are holding two positions... but how did you acquire a third profession?"

Moreover, a wife who is brought back is not as considerate; she is not as obedient as a wife who is deceived into coming home.

Yiyun couldn't help but gasp in surprise: "This profession of 'warrior' is so impressive, who is this divine being?"

The battlefield was already intensely contested, with An Qian's "sword energy" surging in all directions, raising clouds of yellow sand. However, the "warrior" employed the technique "Defend Like a Mountain," making his body as solid as a copper wall or iron bastion. No matter how An Qian's sword energy attacked, it could not harm him in the slightest. He wielded a commonly used iron spear on the battlefield, and with each thrust, a powerful wind followed, making every strike incredibly heavy, forcing An Qian to leap and dodge continuously.

Beside her, Ling Yun'er quickly said: "He hetushu.com.com is the commanding general of the Green State in Chongqing, named He Shixiu. He is very formidable and must have received orders from the Prince of Yu to pursue the Second Miss."

The soldier, with a spear in his right hand pointing at Ling Yuner, had his left hand gripping Yiyun's collar at a very close distance. His entire body was wide open, completely unguarded. Yiyun's fan thrust straight forward, and with a "bang," it pierced into his chest.

At that moment, he took a step forward and blocked An Qian's path, raising his hand to aim a gun, sealing off her way forward

Well, actually...! ... Zhu Yun is me, I am Zhu Yun. If she gets captured and taken back, I will go back too, and she will have to marry me. Thinking about it carefully, it’s quite a gain! Yi Yun mischievously pondered for a while, but soon dismissed the idea. The peculiar profession of "Little Prince" is something he cannot transition into right now. If he goes back, he is very likely to be unrecognized, or even mistaken for an impersonator of Zhu Yun. By then, he wouldn’t even know how he would meet his end. For now, he still needs to help An Qian and protect his temporary home.

After finishing this sentence, he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue; the strength within his body was rapidly fading. It turned out that the side effects of "Initial Strike" had begun to take effect, and his combat power would be halved within the next day. However, it was reassuring to hear a voice in his mind indicating: "Defeated a high-level enemy, received a substantial proficiency reward... Total proficiency for soldiers 25%..."

"Originally called 'When to Rest', a rather unpleasant name." Yi Yun tilted her mouth and asked again, "Does the profession of 'military general' have any weaknesses? How can we ambush him?"

Oh, not bad. When I changed my profession to "Pharmacist," each time I used a healing spell, my proficiency only increased by 1%. However, the militia gains 25% proficiency for defeating a single enemy, which is quite fast.

Iyun let out a loud shout, drew the fan from his waist, and fiercely thrust it towards the chest of the "soldier".

Yiyun lightly coughed and chuckled, saying: "This young master is exceptionally talented, holding three positions simultaneously"

Cough, it has been said that if you truly admire me, you should recommend yourself for a place by my side. Merely expressing admiration verbally is of no use. Yiyun silently complained in her heart, yet she maintained a graceful demeanor on her face, smiling at Xiaoyu.

At that moment, Linghu Yu in the distance also exclaimed in surprise. She was engaged in battle with the enemy over there, but part of her mind was here, deeply concerned that Yi Yun might be harmed by the enemy. Suddenly witnessing such a change in the situation, she couldn't help but joyfully say: "Young Master Yi, you are amazing, I admire you so much..."

When I looked up, I saw the young master of the Yu Wang family, dressed in elegant attire, holding a birdcage in his left hand and a folding fan in his right, approaching with a playful grin from the sand dune...

An Qian was immediately astonished upon hearing this: What is Young Master Yi talking about?