Chapter 27: Killing Like Grass Without a Sound

The more they fought, the more the broad-nosed man's heart sank.

When he bumped into Duan Rong on the antique street, he had already tested Duan Rong's stance; Duan Rong's Internal Breath was exactly as he had expected—far inferior to his own!

He had originally thought he had Duan Rong in the bag!

But he had not expected Duan Rong's attainments in Martial Techniques to be so high!

Relying on exquisite saber techniques, he was completely suppressing him.

Unable to win after a long attack, the broad-nosed man began to feel panicked, and his footing gradually became chaotic!

Seeing his chance, Duan Rong suddenly landed a strike!

He pierced the broad-nosed man's right leg, and blood immediately gushed out like a fountain!

With his right leg injured, the broad-nosed man's movements slowed instantly, making him even more of a sitting duck!

Within a few moves, Duan Rong stabbed his shoulder as well!

At the other end of the alley, the thin, tall man held his shield, his heart racing with panic.

Originally, the broad-nosed man had told the two of them to just hold their shields and block Duan Rong's path, but now, seeing that the broad-nosed man was already injured, they could no longer stand there motionless; they could not let Duan Rong pick them off one by one!

Although the thin, tall man was terrified, he still gripped his fork and said to the person beside him, "Let's go, we're going over to help!"

The two gripped their sharp forks tightly and charged toward Duan Rong's back.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Duan Rong felt a slight tightening in his chest, but his hands moved a few degrees faster!

With cold eyes, Duan Rong twisted his wrist, and his Ox-Tail Saber, gleaming with a cold light, passed almost flush against the blade of the Broad-Faced Ghost-Head Saber, piercing the broad-nosed man's right wrist in a single stroke.

The broad-nosed man cried out in pain, and the Broad-Faced Ghost-Head Saber in his hand clattered to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, Duan Rong kicked the broad-nosed man in the crotch, causing the man to kneel down in agony.

Duan Rong spun his body, grabbed the broad-nosed man by the shoulder, and held his blade against the man's throat.

The thin, tall man and his companion, who had charged over with their sharp forks, saw Duan Rong's cold, sharp gaze as he held the blade in his right hand and drew it across the broad-nosed man's throat like water.

The skin and flesh parted, and blood sprayed out!

This was the first time Duan Rong had killed someone, and it was the first time he had heard the sound of human blood spraying from a vessel.

A few drops of fresh blood splattered onto his face; he remained expressionless, his eyes as cold as frost!

It was only in the instant he was trapped in this "luring the enemy into the trap" scheme that Duan Rong suddenly realized that deep in his heart, he still carried the lingering impressions of his past life!

But this world was already different.

If he hadn't just finished Devouring Artifact Spirit two days ago and digested the experience of Proficiency-level Five Tigers Flock of Sheep Saber,

the one dead in this alley would be him!

This world is about slaughter!

Either you kill, or you are killed!

The broad-nosed man clutched his throat and knelt on the ground, blood gushing out continuously from between his fingers!

His eyes revealed deep resentment and hatred!

The broad-nosed man's martial arts were the best among the three of them, yet he had died just like that!

The thin, tall man's face turned pale instantly, and deep, profound fear showed in the large pupils of his eyes!

Duan Rong flashed past the broad-nosed man lying in a pool of blood and, with two consecutive strikes, slit the throats of the other two.

The two had barely practiced martial arts, and at this moment, they were in a state of extreme terror; before Duan Rong, they had no power to fight back at all.

A bloody hole appeared in each of their throats.

They fell backward, making garbled sounds deep in their throats.

Duan Rong thought he was very calm, but he suddenly discovered that his hands had been shaking the whole time!

Killing is by no means an easy thing!

The short man with the long beard, seeing Duan Rong standing alone in the alley with a cold, sharp gaze and blood splattered on his stone-hard face, felt his legs go weak.

He turned and ran toward the other end of the alley.

Duan Rong suddenly raised his right hand, and with a "whoosh," a sound of air being pierced rang out!

The Ox-Tail Saber in his hand was thrown by Duan Rong through the air, plunging into the short man's back, the blood-stained tip bursting out from his chest!

Pierced through the heart!

The short man suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his already weak legs, unable to muster any strength, were pushed forward by a force for a distance...

Duan Rong had infused this throw with his Internal Breath!

When the short man saw the tip of the blade protruding from his chest, his vision went black... and the next moment, he collapsed...

Duan Rong strode over and pulled his blade back from the short man lying in the pool of blood.

Duan Rong channeled his Internal Breath into his right arm and swung it with all his might, and the blood on the blade was flung onto the alley wall like raindrops, leaving a dense pattern of blood spots there.

Duan Rong sheathed his blade, grabbed the bundle of miscellaneous books that had rolled to the wall, and fled the alley as if escaping.

In the alley behind him lay four corpses, their deaths gruesome!

Duan Rong wiped the blood spots off his face with the back of his hand, ran at full speed, rushed out of the other end of the alley, and merged into the crowd!

Duan Rong's face was pale and his lips were trembling; he tried hard to calm himself down, but the image of the bloody alley with the four corpses lying there kept flashing into his mind like a nightmare, impossible to shake off!

What Duan Rong could not forget most was the look in their eyes when they died.

Only those who have been stared at by the dead know what that feeling is like!

Duan Rong suddenly squatted by a wall and began to vomit violently!

He almost vomited his bile out, and tears and snot streamed down together.

After vomiting, Duan Rong felt his emotions ease slightly; he stood up and walked back to the Yuanshun Escort Agency.

When Duan Rong walked back to the Yuanshun Escort Agency, it was already dusk; he didn't go to the canteen for dinner, nor did he go to the Martial Arts Arena to practice, but returned directly to his dormitory courtyard.

Duan Rong locked himself in that single room; he didn't light a lamp and stayed alone in the deep darkness...

Duan Rong sat blankly on the bed, feeling that before him, on the floor in the darkness, lay four corpses.

Their deaths were wretched, each blow fatal, chests pierced and throats slit!

Duan Rong felt his nasal passages filled with the stench of blood... He had not expected that killing someone would feel like this...

Duan Rong stayed alone in the darkness like this for the whole night; no one knew what he had truly experienced that night.

However, the next morning, he washed his body with water from the courtyard well while naked, then put on his clothes, lifted his head, looked at the rising morning sun with a clear smile, and walked out of the dormitory courtyard.

Duan Rong first went to a shop not far from the entrance of the Yuanshun Escort Agency, ate two donkey meat sandwiches, and drank a large bowl of hot and sour soup.

With his stomach feeling warm, Duan Rong stood up and strolled toward the Raw Medicine Shop at the corner of the street.

At the Raw Medicine Shop, Duan Rong bought ten slices of high-grade Velvet Antler Slice.

The quality of these Velvet Antler Slices was better than those issued by the Escort Agency; this could be seen just from their appearance, as these Velvet Antler Slices were a rich purplish-red, which medicine shops generally called Blood Velvet Antler, the top grade among velvet antlers.

Holding the ten pieces of Blood Velvet Antler wrapped in straw paper, Duan Rong walked out of the Raw Medicine Shop's door, feeling a bit of heartache over the cost.

These ten pieces of Blood Velvet Antler had cost him over ten taels of silver.

And he was currently only practicing the Internal Breath First Layer.

As the saying goes, every step is a new heaven; the immense cost of later cultivation can be seen from this.

Even if he had eight hundred taels, sitting idle and eating away at his savings would not last long!

"It seems so-called top-tier geniuses are just piled up by heaps and heaps of resources. If you have no background and no resources, even if you are a heaven-sent talent, you are only slightly better than a piece of trash."

Duan Rong suddenly realized that although the situation in this world was different from his past life, the underlying logic was shockingly similar.

"Let's just finish practicing the first layer for now."

Holding the straw paper medicine packet, Duan Rong walked quickly toward the Yuanshun Escort Agency.

Yesterday, that battle in the small alley had given him a strong sense of crisis!

Another shockingly similar logic to his past life was that in his past life, Duan Rong believed that investing in oneself was the best investment.

It was the same in this world; one's own martial strength was the foundation of everything!

(End of this chapter)