pertwk Chapter 36 Heart-Eating
Chapter 36 Heart-Eating
"Boy, you're quite cunning and scheming," Gong Ang said calmly. "But do you think these petty tricks can fool my young master's discerning eyes?"
"You lowly creatures, if kept in captivity for too long, will surely develop a rebellious streak. The young master is absolutely right."
Zhao Xiaoqi's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his hand holding the knife trembled.
"Master Gong... help... help me..." Master Liu on the ground reached out his hand desperately for help, as if grasping at a straw.
Gong Ang didn't even glance at the dying Master Liu. He simply walked slowly to Zhao Xiaoqi, and with a clang, the long sword at his waist was drawn half a foot from its sheath. The gleaming blade reflected the dim light of the oil lamp, exuding a chilling aura.
"What a waste of such fine blood." Gong Ang shook his head, his tone regretful, but his eyes were as cold as ice. "I wanted to keep you alive a few more days to extract more of your lifeblood. Since you've chosen to die, then I have no choice but to..."
The long sword is about to be fully drawn!
Despair filled Zhao Xiaoqi's eyes.
call out--!
At the critical moment, a sharp, piercing sound suddenly tore through the air.
A tiny, cold star, moving at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, pierced through a hole in the window and struck precisely the hilt of Gong Ang's sword, which he was about to draw.
clang!
A crisp, metallic clang rang out.
Sparks flew!
Gong Ang felt a sudden jolt in his wrist, and a tricky force came through, abruptly stopping his action of drawing his sword.
"Who?!" Gong Ang was shocked and turned around abruptly, his sharp, eagle-like gaze sweeping out the window.
However, the night outside the window was deep and silent, and there was not a single person in sight.
But the next instant, a deadly sense of crisis that made his scalp tingle came without warning from his side and behind.
At the critical moment of life and death, Gong Ang reacted extremely quickly. With a low roar, he twisted his waist and gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his right hand. Before he could even draw the sword, he used the sheath to his advantage, channeling all the power of his blood and qi, and fiercely slashed back in the direction from which the danger was coming.
clang--!
A deafening clang, several times louder than the previous one, erupted in the cramped inner room.
Gong Ang felt an overwhelming, terrifying force surging through the scabbard.
He groaned, his arm throbbing with pain and numbness, and the web between his thumb and forefinger split open instantly.
He staggered back five or six steps, his back slamming heavily against the wall, sending dust flying from the ceiling.
Then, he felt a sweet taste in his throat, and his face turned deathly pale.
It actually blocked it?
In the shadows, Jiang Qi was slightly surprised.
Although that sudden attack didn't involve swordsmanship, it still used 50% of its power. Even if an ordinary martial artist with five Qi and Blood Circulation reacted in time, they would most likely have their weapons knocked away and be severely injured and fall to the ground.
Gong Ang was able to barely withstand it, only suffering some internal injuries; he certainly had some skill.
"Who are you?!" Gong Ang suppressed his surging blood and looked at the masked man who had suddenly appeared, both shocked and furious.
The fact that the opponent could cause his blood and qi to churn and his internal organs to shift with a single blow shows that his strength is definitely above the level of the Six Paths of Qi and Blood, and may even be stronger.
Jiang Qi did not respond. He glanced at Xiao Qi in the corner and Master Liu, who had died from poisoning, before his figure flickered again.
Gong Ang's pupils suddenly contracted.
So fast!
He didn't even see how the other person moved!
The next moment, a sharp blade flashed and instantly approached his throat.
Swordsmanship, breaking through the wind.
Even before the blade arrived, the incomparably sharp killing intent made Gong Ang's hair stand on end.
"Breaking Wind Blade?! You're from Zhenyuan Martial Arts School?!" Gong Ang was shocked. At the same time, he mustered all his strength to hold the long sword in its sheath horizontally.
However, the expected loud bang of weapons clashing did not come.
Only the flame of the oil lamp flickered wildly, whipped about by the swift wind from the blade.
Gong Ang stood frozen in place, his eyes wide open, his face frozen in shock and disbelief.
His long sword remained in a parrying stance, held horizontally in front of his chest.
despair.
A drop of blood slid down his neck and dripped onto the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a red line appeared on the side of his neck.
puff-
A slight cutting sound was heard.
Gong Ang's head, like a felled tree stump, slammed to the ground with a thud, rolled a few times, and came to rest at Jiang Qi's feet.
The headless corpse swayed and slowly slid down against the wall, blood gushing out like a fountain from its severed neck, instantly staining a large area of the ground red.
Jiang Qi looked down and glanced at the head with wide-open eyes at his feet, a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes.
"Too weak. I thought it could block more of my attacks."
He originally intended to use Gong Ang to properly test his true combat strength after breaking through to the mid-stage.
Unexpectedly, this Qing Shui Gang protector could only withstand two blows.
It seems that a mid-level martial artist isn't enough to test a sword...
Beside him, Zhao Xiaoqi stood frozen in place, stunned by what had happened in the blink of an eye.
One moment they were in dire straits, the next, "Master Gong," whom even Master Liu had to bow and scrape to, was beheaded!
He looked at the masked man standing with a knife in his hand with lingering fear, but then he was stunned again.
That look in his eyes...
Qi Ge'er?!
But then, he secretly shook his head.
Qi Ge'er is talented and learns martial arts quickly, but at most, he only has three strands of Qi and blood.
Gong Ang was a protector of the Blood Blade Hall of the Green Water Gang, a master with perfected Qi and Blood.
Even a martial artist with six levels of Qi and Blood could not possibly kill him so easily with just two strikes.
While Xiao Qi was filled with surprise and doubt, Jiang Qi was also somewhat amazed by Xiao Qi.
An ordinary person who hadn't even cultivated his Qi and Blood, through ruthlessness and cunning, actually poisoned three martial artists who had cultivated Qi and Blood...
He couldn't even achieve that.
But now is not the time for sentimentality.
Jiang Qi's ears twitched slightly, and his gaze suddenly sharpened as he looked outside.
Almost simultaneously, Zhao Xiaoqi's expression changed drastically, and she abruptly turned her head.
Someone's here outside the courtyard!
Judging from the noise, there were quite a few people, and their steps were heavy, clearly indicating that they were all skilled in martial arts.
Jiang Qi remained expressionless, casually flexing his wrists a few times before leisurely walking out of the house, knife in hand.
"Take it down!"
Under the moonlight, five or six men with long knives and ferocious faces blocked the door, exuding murderous intent.
The leader, dressed in a brown long robe, was slightly overweight with squinting eyes and a face full of fat. He was clearly Liu Ying, the fat cook at the Zhenyuan Martial Arts School's canteen.
At this moment, Liu Ying held a knife in her right hand and a bloody arm in her left!
In an instant, his eyes turned icy cold, filled with murderous intent.
Immediately afterwards, he pushed off with his feet, his figure transforming into a blurry black shadow, the long sword in his hand drawing an arc of light in the moonlight!
puff!puff!puff!
The sound of blades slicing into flesh rang out one after another, crisp and clean, even faster than screams.
Everyone felt a chill in their chests and then collapsed to the ground one after another, their blood quickly spreading across the bluestone floor.
From the moment Jiang Qi set off to the moment he sheathed his sword, only a few breaths passed.
In the courtyard, only Liu Ying remained standing.
He stared blankly at the crimson stains on the ground, but his eyes did not show fear; instead, they held a twisted, greedy glint as he stared intently at the corpses, like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat.
Jiang Qi felt an even greater chill.
puff!
A cold glint flashed by.