"Brother, you are truly too self-absorbed," Bidegla's voice came from behind him. In an instant, this man felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his back, causing him to fall to the ground in a humiliating manner.

The force of Bidegla's blow was not light, and he likely had already broken his spine. Bidegla had never been merciful towards those who sought to kill him, whether in his scholarly days or now.

Before he could turn his head to ask Bidegla about his motives, this man felt his strength rapidly fading away. After struggling for a few moments, he lay still on the ground.

"Dead?" Bidegla's eyes widened in slight astonishment as he saw that the man's spine had already fractured, and his internal organs had been pierced by the broken bones, causing his heart to cease beating.

Bidegla had intended to save the man, but he had no intention of killing him. However, now that he had mistakenly taken a life, he didn't feel responsible, as the man had brought it upon himself.

Bidegla was able to anticipate the sudden attack because of his ability to perceive the flow of true energy within the man's body. After practicing Xingyiquan, his level of perception was beyond comparison. He had narrowly avoided the man's attack with a swift movement.

It was a pity that an elite soldier had died at his hands in such a manner.

"Are you two still going to fight?" Without paying any attention to the soldier who had already perished, Bidegla turned his gaze to the other two individuals.

"We..." Upon hearing Bidegla's words and seeing the fate of their fallen comrade, they exchanged a glance and both revealed a look of fear in their eyes.

Indeed, they were now afraid of Bidegla and feared for their own lives.

"Enough, hand over your provisions and then leave immediately," Bidegla's commanding voice sounded like a death knell in their ears. Without hesitation, they removed their equipment and fled.

Bidegla was truly terrifying. He had killed a man with a single blow, and they simply did not have the courage to engage in such a battle, especially since this man was ranked first in both categories, adding immense pressure to their situation.

After much consideration, they decided to retreat. They were aware that Bidegla was not alone in this place, and there were two more thorns in the form of roses.

Picking up the uneaten provisions, Bidegla threw a package in front of the two women and said, "I scared the person away, so I will take two portions of the food. You two can split the remaining portion amongst yourselves." With that, Bidegla turned to leave.

"Please wait," Meda Ponce called out as she watched Bidegla preparing to leave.

"What is it?"

"Could we... follow you?" Meda Ponce spoke, and for the first time, her cold expression showed a hint of blush.

Previously, she had scorned Bidegla's display of weakness, but in a short period of time, someone had already died at his hands with a single blow, causing her to feel a deep sense of horror.

Bidegla wasn't demonstrating weakness; rather, he was deliberately making the other party believe that he was afraid of them, showing strength through weakness, and then achieving victory with the least amount of effort. This was common knowledge in the art of war.

"What's in it for me?" Bidegla asked, glancing at Meda Ponce.

In such a place, there is always the possibility of an attack. It's not so bad for one person, as they can easily retreat. But if there are more people, the risk of exposure increases.

"As long as you can protect us for two days, I can give you one million." Meda Ponce said through gritted teeth.

"Do I look like someone who lacks money?" Suddenly, Bidegla approached, almost facing Meda Ponce's face as he spoke.

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In the past, one million would have been a huge fortune for Bidegla, but now... he didn't care about the money at all.

Feeling the heat rising in her face, Meda Ponce was almost scared enough to sit on the ground. She had never been in such close contact with a stranger before, and it felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Then I'll give you four million. As long as you protect us for two days, you can receive two million from us each day. Does that sound good to you?" Thinking that Bidegla was not satisfied with this price, Meda Ponce multiplied the offer.

If she were alone, she would never have begged Bidegla like this. But ToranVicky's abdomen was still bleeding, and if they didn't get treatment soon, she would die in this forest.

ToranVicky was her best friend, so she had to reluctantly ask Bidegla for shelter. She had never asked anyone for anything in her life, until now.

"Don't talk about four million. Even if you give me forty million, I don't care. I may not have much money, but I don't care about this reward at all," Bidegla shook his head, making Meda Ponce's face turn pale.

ToranVicky was in no condition to move around anymore, and if she didn't get treated soon, her best friend might die right in front of her.

After glancing at ToranVicky, who was in pain but still not making a sound, Meda Ponce finally found the courage to look Bidegla in the eye and said, "My first kiss is still intact. If you can protect us for two days, I'll give you my first kiss." As she spoke, Meda Ponce couldn't help but bite her own lips and feel embarrassed.

"Damn!"

Upon hearing her words, Bidegla immediately had a swear word in his mind. Seeing Meda Ponce's tempting appearance, Bidegla was actually quite tempted. In this remote place, a top-notch beauty was saying such things to you, the temptation was too strong.

If he said he wanted to take advantage of Meda Ponce, she would probably agree...

The more he thought, the more Bidegla's fantasies intensified, and he had an immediate physical reaction.

Great figure... no resistance... possibly still a virgin...

"Stay calm!" Shaking his head hard, Bidegla remembered Jennie, who was waiting for him at home, and then turned away from Meda Ponce's tempting appearance. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Then come with me."

"Thank you." Seeing that Bidegla had agreed to her conditions, Meda Ponce also showed joy on her face. She didn't care about her shyness anymore and quickly helped ToranVicky catch up with Bidegla.

Although Meda Ponce didn't know how skilled Bidegla was, the fact that he was able to quickly kill someone who was chasing them proved that he was very capable.

Moreover, in Meda Ponce's mind, she instinctively felt that Bidegla seemed reliable, which is why she made such a request.

With her strength, self-preservation presented no major issues, but dragging along ToranVicky was definitely impossible. Thus, she urgently needed someone who could shelter them. Bidegla led the two of them to the stone crevice where she had recently taken refuge, and eventually, she led them away from there. The crevice was far too small; it was suitable for one person, but squeezing three people in there would require a return to childhood. "Alright, let's put her here for now," Bidegla said, pointing to the ground within a thicket. Although it was not the most ideal hiding place, the surrounding branches provided sufficient cover to pass the night without much trouble.

"Toran, hold on, I'll tend to your wounds immediately," Meda Ponce said, swiftly removing her equipment bag to roughly stitch up ToranVicky's wound. As warriors, they had to have some knowledge of medicine, and their equipment bags contained enough medical supplies to handle minor injuries. "Turn around," Meda Ponce suddenly said to Bidegla. "Miss, can't you see that your friend is barely holding on? If I had the time you're wasting with your nonsense, I would have already tended to the wound," Bidegla retorted, impatiently. "If you dare to look at me, I will gouge out your eyes," Meda Ponce threatened. Seeing that ToranVicky was truly struggling, Meda Ponce had no time to argue with Bidegla and promptly tore off the injured section of ToranVicky's camouflage uniform.

Beneath the exposed skin, there was no delicate, womanly complexion. A horrifying blood hole, approximately three centimeters wide, had emerged on ToranVicky's abdomen, with blood gushing out relentlessly. Bidegla was taken aback at the sight. It was a miracle that the woman had not died from excessive blood loss after all this time.

"Toran, you must hold on," Meda Ponce said tearfully, as she gazed at the blood hole in ToranVicky's abdomen. ToranVicky was her closest friend, and she could not bear the thought of her dying in front of her. "Meda, I think I can't make it," ToranVicky said, struggling to breathe. "You must...survive," ToranVicky continued, clearly fading.

Seeing Meda Ponce still weeping over the injuries, Bidegla couldn't help but curse at her and pushed her aside. "Go away if you can't handle this," Bidegla said, and then began to apply pressure to specific points on ToranVicky's abdomen. Although Bidegla had not yet studied advanced medical practices with Shadow Dread, he had a good understanding of human pressure points, and by pressing on them, he was able to stop the bleeding from ToranVicky's wound.

"Hold on, as long as you can last a minute, I can save you," Bidegla said, before striking ToranVicky's chest with his hand. Despite coming into contact with her breasts, Bidegla's only focus was on saving her life.

The potent vital energy surged continuously into ToranVicky's body through Bidegla's arm, carrying strong healing power that could aid in the recovery of ToranVicky's injuries.

Of course, lacking any knowledge of medical arts from Shadow Dread, this was the most foolish yet currently practical method devised by Bidegla.

Using vital energy to forcibly suppress the opponent's wounds, and then achieve the goal of healing.