Chapter 256: Why Can This Blade Not Even Cut Through Your Neck?

"WTF?!"

Countless Audience watching the live stream shouted, their hearts missing a beat.

What's happening?!

A second ago they were still negotiating amicably.

The next second, is this a literal physical price slash?!

Does this count as a public assault on law enforcement?!

In front of Su Ming, the Golden Tooth General didn't even react, his bean‑green eyes staring wide open.

It instinctively tried to duck.

But the gust from that rusted iron bar had already locked onto its head!

Clang—!!!

The imagined blade cutting into flesh never materialized.

Instead, a faint snapping sound came.

That Muramasa Demon Blade, blown into the sky and worth ten thousand points...

Under this strike, only a layer of iron skin peeled off.

And on the Golden Tooth General's neck...

Only a red mark remained.

A bit of skin was torn, oozing a few drops of black blood.

The air suddenly fell silent.

The wind swirled up two underworld coins, awkwardly circling between the two.

The Golden Tooth General blankly touched his neck, glanced at the speck of blood on his fingertip that was barely more than a demon‑mosquito's.

He then looked at the artifact in Su Ming's hand, still shedding fragments.

His face was utterly bewildered.

"No, buddy..."

Su Ming toyed with the iron bar in his hand, his tone thick with disappointment.

"So this is what you called cutting iron like mud?"

"Is this what you called… a god blocking a god?"

He pointed at the other's rough neck.

"What's the deal? Looks like your neck has higher gold content than this Centurial Fierce Weapon?"

The Golden Tooth General's face instantly flushed to a pork‑liver hue.

It was about to lose it, but after glancing at the gathered ghost crowd, it forced the anger down and forced out a grin uglier than crying.

"Sir... it's a misunderstanding... this is definitely a misunderstanding! It might... might not have awakened the blade spirit yet..."

"Not awakened?"

Su Ming cut it off, a Smile Mask at the corner of his mouth.

"Got it."

"Boss, you're a real person, it's my fault for not trying hard enough, didn't inject a soul into it."

Before the words finished.

Su Ming's arm muscles suddenly bulged, without any flashy wind‑up.

No flamboyant charge at all, just pure violent aesthetics!

He swung the rust‑covered, shit‑stirring stick in his hand, smashing down hard onto the Golden Tooth General's meat‑filled head!

"Come! Help me top it up again!"

Clang—!!!

A crisp clang, like a temple bell being struck, shook the surrounding little demons who covered their ears and scrambled.

Sounds good, that's a good start.

The iron rust exploded, sparks flying wildly.

On the Golden Tooth General's rock‑hard skull, a smoking lump instantly bulged.

"With this strike, can it manifest its spirit!"

"Ah!!!"

The Golden Tooth General let out a wail, clutching his head with both hands, staggering backward.

"You're crazy?! Stop!!"

"Not lit yet? Looks like the sincerity isn't enough!"

Su Ming furrowed his brows, looking like a strict master resentful that iron won't become steel.

He took a ghost‑like step forward, instantly pressing his face.

He raised the iron bar again, the whistling wind sounding grim and piercing.

"Not enough resentment weight, huh? I'll add some!"

"Come! One more time!"

Clang—!

"Lit up yet?!"

Clang—!

"Enlightened yet?!"

Clang—!

"Is the Blade Spirit awake?!"

Clang—!

Su Ming moved with flowing grace, each strike heavy and powerful, his sense of rhythm fully maxed.

The iron bar screamed, and the Gold Tooth General's wails grew increasingly mournful.

The global Audience watched in stunned amazement, their jaws hitting the floor.

"Whoa! Is this the big boss's way of testing goods? That's so hardcore!"

"Listen to that sound... this thing is real iron!"

"Hahaha! God damn, let me patch it up! This isn't a blessing, it's a live decapitation!"

"Satisfying! This kind of swindler should be dealt with like this! It has to be the 【Jing】 God, who specializes in handling all dissent!"

Finally.

Crack—!

After Su Ming landed an unknown dozens of critical hits.

That weapon, hyped as royal aura but actually a public restroom anti‑theft rail, finally could no longer endure the humiliation.

It snapped cleanly in the middle.

A half‑rusted iron bar spun out and lodged straight into the nearby stall selling Human Skin Lanterns, piercing the lantern.

In Su Ming's hand remained only a bare, stripped grip.

The whole venue fell dead silent.

Su Ming halted, glanced at the scrap metal in his hand.

He then looked at the Gold Tooth General, whose head was a swollen lump and eyes were seeing stars.

"Tsk."

He casually tossed that grip onto the Gold Tooth General's face, spreading his hands.

"Boss, it seems your flagship item has quite a temper."

"The light never came out, and it blew itself up in anger."

Su Ming patted the rust flakes off his hand, his gaze as cold as ice, yet his tone remained leisurely.

"How do you put it?"

"For this serious quality issue, do we follow consumer‑association procedures or settle privately?"

"According to our Rule, a fake warrants ten‑fold compensation."

"I'm not greedy."

"Hand over 100,000 points, and we'll call this case closed—fair enough?"

…

"Roar—!!!"

A roar full of brutality and venom erupted from the split corner of the Gold Tooth General's mouth.

It violently tore off the already tattered banner around its neck.

Its once‑cloudy eyes now blood‑filled and crimson, stared fixedly at Su Ming.

All greed, all business—gone.

Only the ultimate murderous intent, humiliated in public, remains!

"You shameless thing!"

"On this Huangquan road, no one has dared to smash my Gold Tooth arena like this!"

"Want points?"

"I'll burn joss paper for you!!"

Boom!

At its command, the surrounding dense bluish‑gray mist surged violently.

Whoosh—!

The clashing of dense armor rang out.

Behind it, dozens of black‑qi ghost soldiers in tattered battle armor, wielding katanas, instantly exuded murderous aura.

The blade edges were icy cold, the ghostly qi oppressive.

In the blink of an eye, an airtight encirclement formed, trapping Su Ming and Magu tightly at its center.

Killing intent locked!

The live‑stream's bullet comments exploded instantly.

"It's over! I knew those ghosts don't follow the martial code! This is black‑on‑black!"

"This is a damn black shop! If the deal fails, they just raid?"

"The quantity… is a bit high! And they look much stronger than those minnows earlier, is this wave going to be sent?"

"【Jing】 God got impulsive! A strong dragon doesn't crush the local snake; this is someone's territory!"

At the battlefield's center.

The Gold Tooth General rubbed the big lump on his head, snarling as he stepped closer.

It didn't immediately order an attack, but flashed a set of uneven large yellow teeth.

Its gaze was mocking, as if looking at two lambs awaiting slaughter.

"Outsider, open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

It stretched out its short, thick finger and pointed at the bluish‑gray sky overhead.

"This is the Huangquan Night Market!"

Night market iron rule number one: No fighting!

I am the manager here; I am the security; I am the law!

Now, I'm not only going to swallow your ten thousand points, but also detain your flesh to settle the debt!

What a…

Double‑standard dog!

The little devils and survivors nearby, who had been watching the commotion, were scared and fled in all directions, fearing they'd be caught like fish in a pond.

In the live stream room, countless Audience felt a surge of sorrow.

This is the sorrow of the weak.

Rules are always made by the strong, serving as chains that bind the weak.

However.

Facing this certain‑death predicament, facing this shameless authority.

Su Ming did not panic.

He didn't even furrow his brows.

He just stood there quietly, his gaze as calm as if watching a low‑grade monkey show.

He had already thought it through.

No fighting?

If this Rule were truly an absolute iron law, then when he just struck the first blow, divine retribution or whatever should have descended to cleanse the ground.

Why didn't it?

Why, even after this broken iron bar snapped, did the Rule's punishment still not appear?

No Rule here?

That's impossible!

If this were a chaotic zone, these little devils would have devoured each other long ago; there would be no stalls for business.

And these petty times have no capital to trade with those guys.

Isn't Zero Yuan Purchase directly tempting?!

There is only one answer.

Su Ming's mouth twitched slightly upward, having grasped the logical loop.

The premise of No fighting is built upon the foundation of fair trade.

The Rule protects commerce, not fraud!

Once a merchant engages in fraud and is caught red‑handed, the goods being destroyed on the spot proves they are counterfeit.

Then that layer of Rule‑protective film for merchants has already been broken!

In other words.

The moment the scam is exposed.

The PVP switch on this person's head has already turned on automatically!

You may act!

"Since you don't follow the rules."

"Then don't blame me for not being human!"