Chapter 195: You're really a piece of trash

A golden-haired man slowly emerged from the shadows, his height similar to Shen Qing's, his face somewhat pale.

He held a wine cup in his hand, speaking calmly.

"Oh, how interesting—I think I know who you are."

"You must be Shen Qing, the famed Limit-Breaker of Great Martial lately, right?"

"You can call me Lazlo the Destroyer, and I am also your End."

Shen Qing glanced at him: "Do you all speak the same way? That Bartok spoke just like this."

"Don't you know your accent sounds as unpleasant as a duck in heat?"

Lazlo paused: "You've seen Bartok?"

Shen Qing nodded: "I have. He's already dead—can't die any more dead."

Lazlo violently crushed the wine cup in his hand, his voice rising.

"What did you say?"

"What did you do to Bartok?"

In the next instant, Shen Qing moved—Dragon-Slaying Blade drawn, sword intent surging to the heavens, a golden blade flash slashing out, wildly tearing the earth, and Lazlo was directly blasted away.

"What the hell are you yelling about?"

"Saying it ten thousand times won't change anything.:"

"I said Bartok was beaten to death by me—don't you understand?"

Lazlo burst from the ruins, his black robe shattered by Shen Qing's blows, revealing his true appearance.

His body was also filled with bestial features—a pair of black horns on his head, green scale armor covering his body, arms long and supple, but due to the green scales, Shen Qing couldn't tell what kind of beast it was.

Lazlo's eyes were bloodshot, his mouth still repeating the same phrase.

"What did you do to Bartok?"

Shen Qing was somewhat speechless: "Dude, are you mentally challenged?"

"I said Bartok was beaten to death by me—I shattered his breastbone punch by punch, then his cheekbones, and finally ripped off his leg to smash his head."

"I said it so clearly—even if you're mentally challenged, you should understand by now?"

Lazlo went somewhat mad, roaring angrily.

"Don't you know he's my younger brother!"

"I will kill you!"

Lazlo transformed into a green streak of light, rapidly flying toward Shen Qing.

Blood energy dispersed, slaughter armor instantly covered, Shen Qing threw a punch.

The next moment, Lazlo departed exactly as he came—rapidly flying backward, and even faster.

"If I had known he was your brother, I wouldn't have let him die there—I would have brought him before you, then torn him apart piece by piece before your eyes."

"But it doesn't matter—I will soon tear you apart piece by piece."

Lazlo rose, his icy gaze sweeping the surroundings, but by then the area was already completely shrouded in black mist, and he had lost sight of Shen Qing.

The next moment, Shen Qing's voice echoed from above his head.

"Oh, you grew a pair of horns too—how coincidental."

"I love breaking horns the most."

As his words fell, Shen Qing threw a punch.

With a bang.

Lazlo's left black horn snapped off in response.

"Ah!!!"

Lazlo let out a painful scream, though the screaming had not yet ceased.

A blade flash swept past—Lazlo's right horn was also cleanly severed.

Intense pain pierced his heart, Lazlo roared.

"Shen Qing! Do you only dare to sneak attack me? Do you dare to face me head-on?"

Shen Qing's disdainful voice rang out: "You can't even keep up with my speed—what face-to-face battle are you talking about? If I can pluck your horns, I can pluck your head—understand?"

"It's just that what you've done really pisses me off, so I want to properly torture you, this piece of trash."

"Want to go head-to-head with me? Then get ready—my next punch will come straight from your front."

"Three, two."

Lazlo took his stance, ready and waiting.

"One!"

As the countdown ended.

Only seen, in the black mist ahead, a pair of crimson eyes rapidly approached, leaving a blood-red afterimage in the air.

Lazlo's face was grim, he felt the overwhelming fist intent filling the sky, making him tremble with fear.

In an instant, Shen Qing's figure appeared in Lazlo's field of vision.

Lazlo gritted his teeth, threw a punch, directly colliding with Shen Qing's Black Sun Subduing Demon Fist.

With a bang.

A massive airwave burst outward, even dispersing the surrounding black mist somewhat.

But the next moment, Lazlo's face changed.

"How is this possible!"

Only heard a "crack" sound—it was the sound of green scales on Lazlo's arm bursting apart.

This sound seemed to have triggered some mechanism.

The cracking sound began to ring out continuously, and the scales on Lazlo's arm started to fly off rapidly.

Immediately after, Lazlo's fist also collapsed, as if it were rotten wood, being rapidly torn apart by Shen Qing's fist.

Bang.

His entire right arm was beaten into a spray of blood.

Lazlo then stumbled backward two steps with a thud and fell directly to his knees on the ground.

Shen Qing looked down at Lazlo from above, his tone full of mockery.

"I told you I was coming head-on, and you still couldn't block it? You're truly trash."

The pain from the broken horn and the pain from his shattered arm pierced straight into his heart.

But this was nothing compared to the agony brought upon his soul.

Shen Qing's repeated insults of "trash" echoed incessantly in his ears, over and over trampling his self-esteem.

What destroyer? Now it seemed like nothing but a joke.

At that moment, Shen Qing's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Now, I will fulfill my promise—I will tear you to pieces!"

Intense pain pierced his heart as Shen Qing grabbed his remaining left arm; only to see the green scales on his left arm begin to fly off rapidly, followed immediately by his left arm being swiftly twisted several times by true qi.

The sound of flesh tearing rang out, and his left arm was directly ripped off by Shen Qing's brute force.

At this moment, the fear of death began to fill Lazlo's heart—he was afraid.

He let out a loud shout.

"Don't don't kill me! I'm willing to submit! I'm willing to hand over all my knowledge, I'm willing to serve you..."

But his voice cut off abruptly, as Shen Qing had already seized his ankle.

Bang! Bang bang!

Shen Qing treated Lazlo like a hammer, rapidly and violently pounding him into the ground.

"You're just like your brother—always thinking your little bit of knowledge is useful."

"But in my eyes, that's just garbage."

Shen Qing leapt high into the air; only to see veins bulge on his arm, and Lazlo's body was also lifted high by Shen Qing, tracing a semicircle in midair before being violently slammed into the ground.

Bang!

A massive shockwave formed a ring and rapidly spread in all directions.

Pfft!

Lazlo's blood gushed out uncontrollably, mixed with countless chunks of flesh and meat—these were his internal organs.

His internal organs had been completely shattered by Shen Qing.

Death was rapidly descending.

"Don't... don't kill me..."

Shen Qing let out a laugh, walked over unhurriedly, and casually flicked out several sword flashes, slicing Lazlo's legs into pieces.

Immediately after, he stepped down with one foot onto Lazlo's chest.

"Go die, useless trash."

Shen Qing suddenly exerted force, only to hear a cracking sound as his right foot plunged directly into Lazlo's chest.

【Congratulations on defeating a Martial Artist of the Yuan Dan Realm, successfully plundering the trait: Flesh and Blood Fusion (Gold)】