Oath Of Iron And Fire

Chapter 14: Emergency (Part 2)

The man was wearing the summer uniform of a military academy, but he was thin and small, and his body shape was very different from Bud. Winters recognized at a glance that this man was not Bud. Moreover, this man did not carry any weapons such as halberds, which meant that this man was not a student on night duty.

I actually caught a student who had skipped the dorm! Winters couldn't believe his eyes. It was such a coincidence that the patrol didn't catch the student who had skipped the dorm, but I, a lazy guy, caught one.

The man who was intercepted by Winters was also stunned. He saw the patrolmen leave and chose to run away. He didn't expect that he would suddenly sit up half of his body on the dark stone table by the road. He thought he had encountered a ghost.

"You! What grade are you in?!" Winters was furious and spoke in a very stern tone.

Unexpectedly, the guy who wanted to escape from the bedroom didn't even reply. He bent down, ran away, passed by Winters and headed straight for the residential area.

Winters didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that the bastard had actually run away.

This bastard was caught by the monitor for escaping from the dormitory. Instead of admitting his mistake and begging for mercy, he actually ran away? !

Winters was so angry that he started chasing after her, cursing as he ran: "What the hell are you running for? Can you run away?"

Winters was taller and more agile than the guy who escaped from the bed. Although the guy had a head start in this race, he still couldn't outrun Winters. Winters caught up with the guy before he ran 30 meters.

"Can you run away from the monk and the monastery?" Winters shouted loudly, grabbed the man's shoulders from behind, and pulled him down with one force.

But it was not until he grabbed the man's shoulders that Winters realized something was wrong: the man was wearing a hood, his face was covered, his shoulders were slender and soft, and his weight was too light to be a man's. He fell down when he was pulled... No! This is a woman! There are no female students in the military academy! It's a thief!

The female thief was pulled by Winters and fell with a groan.

A woman fell down, and although she was a thief, Winters also felt some regret.

But the next moment, the female thief stood up quickly and pulled out a dagger that flashed with cold light without saying a word. She didn't give Winters any time to react, and pounced on him like a leopard, stabbing the dagger straight into Winters' chest.

Even though Winters had an absolute advantage in height, weight, and strength, he was still caught off guard by this woman.

Winters had never expected that this woman would suddenly kill him. She stabbed him in the chest with a dagger without saying a word. He was shocked: I just threw you down, is it necessary to come here and kill you?

Winters was saved by his instinctive reaction cultivated by years of swordsmanship practice. He subconsciously swung his right arm to deflect the dagger, and the blade failed to penetrate his chest, leaving a deep wound on the outside of his right upper arm.

Then, the woman's shoulder hit Winters' chest hard, knocking him to the ground. But the woman refused to give in, using her whole body weight to suppress the dagger and thrusting it into Winters' neck again.

Winters ignored the intense pain from the knife wound on his right arm and crossed his hands to clamp the woman's arm. This was a preparatory move for grappling, and then he could twist off the dagger.

But Winters only used this action subconsciously. In his panic, he had forgotten all the techniques and just focused on pushing the woman out with brute force.

But just when the two men were in a stalemate, Winters came to his mind and suddenly remembered what Ike said during the day: "If you can use magic to burn sweat hair, then you can also use magic to burn hair."

So without even having time to use the casting gesture, he directly entered the casting state, enduring the intense squeezing and stinging sensation, and launched the ignition technique with all his strength, pouring all his magic power into the exposed hair of the woman riding on him.

First there was smoke, then a little flame, and then the woman's hair was ignited by Winters' magic. The hair then ignited the hood, and her head burned like a torch.

The female killer didn't feel anything when her hair started to burn. It was more than a second later that she smelled the burnt odor of the burning hair and felt the intense stinging pain of the flames burning her skin.

The woman who had taken Winters' life without saying a word the previous second jumped off Winters screaming the next second, took off her hood, and frantically flapped her hair.

The danger to his life was temporarily lifted, but Winters could not take the time to pursue the crazy woman who killed people. He stood up from the ground, hurriedly took out the whistle issued to the night patrol students from his small bag, puffed up his cheeks and blew it hard.

The sentry's duty is not to eliminate intruders, but to warn his companions in time.

The sharp whistle pierced the silent night, and Winters used it to inform Bud and other students on night duty that something was wrong here, and he also hoped that they could come to support him quickly. Because although the opponent was a woman who was far inferior to him in strength and weight, this ruthless style of attacking the vital points still frightened him.

This woman's every move was deadly, and she attacked without hesitation. Winters was really unsure of himself as he fought with his bare hands against this ruthless thug.

When the woman heard the whistle, she rushed into the alley in the residential area without even caring that the fire on her head had not been completely extinguished. Winters followed closely, but the woman threw her hand away and turned around to throw the dagger at Winters.

Winters dodged hastily, and the dagger almost passed by him, missing him by a finger's width. He almost had another cut on his body that would have bled.

Winters continued to chase a few steps forward. Suddenly, after taking a step, he felt a sharp pain from the bottom of his foot, as if something sharp had pierced his foot.

Winters couldn't run any longer. He gasped and fumbled to pull a metal object off the sole of his shoe. When he held it in front of him, he realized what was going on.

It turned out that the woman had scattered caltrops along the way at some point, and he stepped on the caltrops, bruising his foot again.

After suffering several losses in a row, Winters is almost driven crazy by this difficult woman.

When he looked up again, the woman with the flaming hair had disappeared into the pitch-dark alley.

These small alleys in the residential area are not the result of human planning, but are simply gaps left when houses were built. They are winding and interconnected.

Winters knew that once the woman entered the alley, he would never be able to catch up with her. He was also worried that if he went any further, she would ambush him, so he had to give up the chase.

A thought suddenly popped up in his mind: This woman is so immoral. Won’t the residents nearby step on her feet when they pass by here tomorrow?

He didn't know where he got the leisure time to care about the quality of life of the nearby residents. After all, no matter how miserable the nearby residents were, they would not be as miserable as he was now.

He could no longer catch up with the female thief, so he turned around and walked back. After a short and fierce life-and-death struggle, he suddenly felt a sense of fear.

No one would be on the verge of death without feeling fear. If he had been a little less lucky or his instinctive reaction was a little slower, he would probably have been knocked to the ground and left to die.

Winters never imagined that working the night shift would almost lead to a murder—and the victim was himself.

Winters suddenly felt his right hand wet. He looked at it in the moonlight and found that his hand was covered with black liquid. Only then did he realize that it was blood.

The opponent injured him in the first round after he pulled out the dagger. A deep cut was made on his right arm, and the right half sleeve of Xia Changfu was soaked with blood.

The effect of adrenaline wore off, and Winters was overwhelmed by fatigue and the pain from the wound on his right arm. He had nothing to treat the wound, so he clenched his left fist and clamped it under his right armpit, hoping that it would stop the bleeding.

As he was walking, Winters noticed a metallic glint on the ground - it was the dagger. He picked it up and thought: This is a trophy I won at the cost of my life, I must keep it as a souvenir.

There was a small square package the size of a palm next to the dagger, and Winters picked it up. The fabric on the outside of the package seemed to be silk, which meant it was not someone else's garbage, but something that fell out when the woman was putting out the fire on her hair. Winters stuffed the dagger and the small package into his bag and continued to walk towards the stone table where he and Bud had rested.

The heavy sound of running gradually approached, and it was Bud who ran over. Bud was surprised to see Winters sweating profusely, his left hand tucked under his right armpit, and his right arm was completely soaked in blood.

"I heard a whistle...what happened?" Bud didn't expect to see blood not long after he walked away.

"There was a thief." Winters felt a little dizzy because of blood loss. "She ran out from the school with a dagger. It was a woman. I set her hair on fire, and then she ran away."

"What? A female thief? Where did this female thief come from?" Bud's brain was overloaded with information. He said helplessly, "Forget about the thief. Take care of the arm quickly. Where did the thief go?"

Winters had both hands occupied, so he pointed with his head.

"Are you sure you're setting fire to the thief's hair?" Bud suddenly asked, looking in the direction the thief escaped.

"Unless the hair on her head isn't called hair." Winters didn't understand why Bud was asking such nonsense.

But then he was also stunned.

The sky has been dyed red by the flames.