Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Ning Shu didn’t understand his words but continued to act calm. Inside, she was cursing her head off. She really was a slave! And apparently, she had just been sold.

What kind of world was this?

Ning Shu observed that this man appeared somewhat Westernized and was carrying a large sword.

He somewhat resembled a knight.

This world seemed to be a fantastical one.

“The esteemed Sir Allen asked you what skills you have? Since you’re an otherworlder, you must have some skills, right?” Allen’s servant asked Ning Shu.

Ning Shu remained calm. Jesus, couldn’t they have let her at least receive the storyline first? Seeing their malicious gaze, Ning Shu started waving her hands randomly and chattering away with made-up syllables.

She had to stall these two for now and figure out her current circumstances.

In the previous world, she had been a badass who slaughtered her way to fame. Now she was a caged slave.

Seizing the moment, Ning Shu started practicing the Unsurpassable Martial Arts.

This world’s spiritual energy was abundant, so she not only absorbed the yang energy but also the spiritual energy.

She sucked everything she could into her body. In this situation, she must have the ability to protect herself.

How the hell did she end up as a slave?

“Sir, there’s a language barrier. Should we brand it with the slave mark first?” The servant asked Allen.

Allen rubbed his chin and nodded. “Then brand it.”

The servant smiled and nodded.

Ning Shu watched the two communicate. Although she didn’t understand what was said, she felt uneasy.

Especially when the servant looked at her with a cruel glint in his eyes.

Shit, was she going to face sexual assault?

Ning Shu expressed: Come on then, smile while you can. You won’t live past tomorrow anyway.

The servant stoked the charcoal fire in the corner, heating the iron plate at the front of the branding iron until it was red hot.

Ning Shu’s pupils constricted; was he going to press that iron on her?

The servant took the branding iron and approached Ning Shu.

He extended the iron towards the cage, and Ning Shu dodged the red-hot iron.

The iron was engraved with what looked like a sword.

Ning Shu kind of understood now. If she were branded with this mark, she’d become this knight’s slave.

A brand meant nothing to Ning Shu.

One’s allegiance wasn’t decided by a mark.

With enough strength, this humiliating brand could even become an honor.

But to have this red-hot iron pressed against her skin…

To have her skin sizzle, emitting white smoke with the scent of burning flesh…

It would inflict destructive damage on the skin tissue.

If left untreated, it could lead to a serious infection and death.

But who would care about the life or death of a slave?

Ning Shu dodged the branding iron within the cramped cage.

The servant’s expression darkened, afraid his inefficient handling would displease his master. This uncooperative slave!

Ning Shu nimbly dodged the branding iron in the cramped cage, frustrating the servant.

Seeing his master watching, the servant, fearing blame, directly reached into the cage to grab Ning Shu and stop her from dodging.

Ning Shu saw the servant’s hand reaching towards her and grabbed his arm first, twisting it hard.

The servant’s arm snapped with a ‘kacha’ sound, and his arm hung limply.

The servant screamed in pain, causing Allen, who had been watching the show, to frown.

Ning Shu didn’t hesitate, snatching the branding iron from the servant to use as a defensive weapon.

Allen stood up and clapped his hands. “Not bad, not bad. You’ve got guts.”

Ning Shu: Talk human…

He must think he looked very handsome, ha ha…

Ning Shu thought he was an idiot.