He immediately devised a plan, relying on the treasures he possessed, on how to overcome the coming difficulties.
Energy converter.
Fang Ming had an energy converter.
This meant that by being the first to kill the subordinates of the two mountain bandit leaders at the Qi Yuan third stage, Fang Ming would gain extraordinary power that could be used in the divine realm.
Only after reaching the Qi Yuan third stage himself, possessing strength comparable to a Houtian martial artist, did Fang Ming feel he could completely defeat a powerhouse at the Five Absolutes level…
His thoughts raced, but to the outside world, it was but a fleeting moment.
Four young men, wielding long sabers, had already surrounded Fang Ming.
The other bandits stood by, showing no intention of intervening. Clearly, they believed that an ordinary youth without extraordinary powers, facing four adults, could be captured alive.
They wouldn't need to step in.
One of the four bandits surrounding Fang Ming, the leader, spoke:
"Heh heh, you should understand your current predicament."
"It's impossible to escape."
"You have two choices: one, surrender and put these on yourself, or two, resist, get beaten up by us, and then be forced to put these on."
"Which do you choose?"
The items thrown to the ground.
Undoubtedly, they were metal collars, shackles, and handcuffs.
Seeing these, Fang Ming couldn't help but curse inwardly, "This is pure perversion, she really wants me as a slave?"
Just arriving in the divine realm and encountering a slave-catching team, the probability of this happening was obvious to anyone with a brain.
It could only be said that someone's malicious taste had acted up.
It was like having two branching plot points in a game.
One was victory, the other defeat. But given Fang Ming's value, he wouldn't lose his life even if defeated, nor would he lose anything else. After all, someone's malicious taste had acted up, but they still had their limits. Protagonists starting as slaves weren't unheard of…
But Fang Ming refused to choose the plot branch leading to other outcomes.
"Die!"
Fang Ming moved in an instant, charging towards the bandit who had spoken.
The bandit was momentarily stunned by Fang Ming's action, clearly not expecting Fang Ming to choose the second option, resistance.
In his mind, with over thirty men against an unarmed, empty-handed youth, any normal person would have surrendered seeing such a numerical disparity.
How could he have the courage to resist?
How dare he resist?
Perhaps he was a rich young master, accustomed to his subordinates obeying orders, and didn't understand the principle of yielding when in trouble and alone.
The more the bandit thought about it, the more it seemed right. The behavior of the nobles and young masters in the city was just like this. They had no real ability but relied on their family background to be arrogant and condescending.
They didn't understand that when traveling alone, one had to yield.
When they went out, they couldn't switch their mindset immediately and still thought they had many servants accompanying them… and acted extremely arrogantly.
It seemed he had to give this young master a profound lesson, shatter his arrogance, and make him recognize his current identity and future status!
The bandit raised his long saber towards Fang Ming.
He didn't strike directly, as that would damage the goods and significantly reduce their price.
He simply used all his strength to strike with the back of the saber.
Although this blow wasn't a direct slash, the weight of the saber's back, combined with the strength of this bandit, a grown man, was enough to teach any ordinary youth, or even an adult, a very profound lesson.
However, was Fang Ming an ordinary youth?
He was a true old monster who had survived for hundreds of millions of years, possessing hundreds of millions of years of experience. Even if his combat experience was limited to those Yuan Qi techniques, and the techniques for drawing upon the world's Yuan Qi were rendered useless, and only 21st-century Earth's martial arts were effective, they were still peak mortal techniques.
They were by no means comparable to these bandits, who had only lived for twenty or thirty years, in terms of skill.
Fang Ming, aiming for a weakness, his body flickered, and he evaded the strike of the saber's back.
The enemy's fear of damaging the goods' value, and their underestimation of Fang Ming's weak and frail appearance, ironically created favorable conditions for Fang Ming's own lethal strike.
Dodging the saber's back was far easier than dodging a direct slash.
Fang Ming easily evaded the attack of the saber's back.
Then, he pushed off with his foot, leaped up, and with his five fingers, clawed towards the bandit's face.
"Ah!"
The bandit let out a piercing scream.
He had lost an eye.
His eyeball was in Fang Ming's hand, which Fang Ming had specifically aimed at a weak point and grabbed out.
Bloody gore flowed down the bandit's face and onto Fang Ming's hand.
The surrounding bandits were stunned by this sight.
They had never imagined that a youth who looked weak and frail, like a delicate submissive, would be so violent upon taking action, directly crippling someone.
This was the loss of an eye!
Supernaturals who could heal eyes were not something they, mere bandits, could afford.
This meant that this bandit who had lost an eye would forever be without it! He would have to live like this for the rest of his life.
Those who became bandits were prepared for disfigurement when facing formidable enemies.
But those were formidable enemies.
Now, a seemingly weak and frail youth had inflicted such severe damage. This stark contrast left the group of bandits stunned for several seconds.
They didn't react for over ten seconds.
The bandit who was screaming was only thinking thoughts like, "I've lost an eye." "How could this youth do this?" "What will I do now?"
They were unable to stop Fang Ming's move to snatch the saber.
Fang Ming, by bursting the bandit's eye, first diverted the attention of the bandit himself and the others, plunging them into brief shock.
This allowed Fang Ming to achieve his initial objective – to seize a weapon, to snatch a saber.
Surrounded by bandits, having a weapon and not having one were two entirely different concepts. What Fang Ming needed to do first was naturally to seize a weapon, no matter what it was.
And the long saber was clearly a good weapon for Fang Ming at this moment.
Fang Ming took the bandit's long saber.
Looking at it briefly, Fang Ming knew it was merely forged from ordinary iron, not a blade of refined steel, nor was it forged from celestial ore, purple crystal mother ore, nine heavens exotic iron, or earth essence profound stone.
If he had seen such a saber in the lower realm, it would have been considered the most trashy weapon, something any cultivator could dismiss as dirt.