hsntnovel Chapter 648 One Strike, Slaying the Night!
Chapter 648 One Strike, Slaying the Night!
The boy almost instinctively stepped in front of Chen Fu, his body trembling slightly.
Although he knew in his heart that with his frail body, he couldn't possibly withstand a single blow from the other party.
"Looks like you've got some guts, you piece of trash. But too bad, you're about to die!"
The guard, a sinister grin on his face, swung his knife at the boy.
The wind howled, as if it would tear the air apart.
"Master, be careful!"
Ah Fu shouted urgently.
Immediately afterwards, he mustered his last bit of strength, pushed the boy aside, and resolutely stood in front of the sharp blade.
As the blade flashed, a long gash appeared on Chen Fu's body.
The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and fresh blood kept seeping out, instantly staining his tattered clothes red.
Pfft!
He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with pain and reluctance.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something more.
"Afu!"
The boy was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
He hugged the chubby boy tightly as if he were going crazy, his hands turning white from the force, his heart feeling like it was being torn apart.
"it's your turn!"
After killing the chubby boy, the guard showed no emotion whatsoever, as if he had merely crushed an insignificant ant.
He stared coldly at the boy, his eyes filled with contempt and murderous intent, as if he were looking at someone who was already dead.
In his eyes, human life was as worthless as grass.
Murder has long been as commonplace as drinking water and eating.
He didn't care whose relatives or friends he killed, or whether they were children or the elderly.
"Why are these people so inhumane?!"
"Aren't our lives also lives?"
The boy was filled with resentment and anger.
His hatred for Huang Quanyin had penetrated to the bone.
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
Blood trickled down between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.
But what can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?
Faced with this cruel reality, he was like a lamb to the slaughter, powerless to change the situation.
They could only watch helplessly as death descended upon them like a shadow.
Just as the boy closed his eyes in despair, preparing to face the inevitable arrival of death.
The knife he had imagined did not fall on him as expected.
Instead, a sharp whistle rang out like an arrow!
call out!
Immediately following was a scream from the guard.
The boy suddenly opened his eyes.
The guard's temple looked as if he had been struck by some kind of heavy blow.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining his hideous face red.
The guard reached up and touched his head in disbelief.
He then slowly knelt down, falling face down into the pool of blood beneath him, splashing blood everywhere.
"Hey kid, stop standing there and run for your life!"
The boy looked up and saw a tall figure standing at the end of the corridor.
The person stood against the light, seemingly radiating light, and walked towards them, their face gradually becoming clearer in the interplay of light and shadow.
His features were sharply defined, with cold, aloof eyes and brows.
He was like a celestial being descended to earth, exuding an otherworldly aura.
This scene was deeply imprinted in the boy's mind, like a brand, and he could not forget it.
So much so that years later, when he recalled this scene, he still found it astonishing.
And that was the most brilliant light in his life!
It illuminated the rest of his already bleak life.
The person who arrived was Lin Mo.
He used his supernatural powers to connect with the mountain spirits of this place, disrupting the formation that Huang Quan Yin had set up outside the One Line Sky, which allowed him to enter smoothly.
The boy was stunned for a moment.
Lin Mo glanced at the corpse in his arms and asked, "What's your name?"
"Chen...Chen Jie..."
The boy spoke instinctively.
Then, with a hint of wariness, he asked Lin Mo, "Who are you?"
“Bloody Hand Butcher,” Lin Mo replied.
"Bloody Butcher..."
He felt the name sounded somewhat familiar.
Before he was abducted to the Underworld, he seemed to have heard of this name somewhere.
"Okay, you'd better get out of here now."
After saying that, Lin Mo turned and left.
Rocks flew down, and several guards rushed at him with knives, but he remained calm and composed.
This scene was deeply imprinted in Chen Jie's mind.
Even decades later, he still feels a surge of excitement when he recalls that moment.
Chen Jie took one last look at Chen Fu's body, his heart filled with grief.
But he knew now was not the time for mourning.
If this continues, other guards might come over later.
"Afu, I will definitely avenge you!"
Chen Jie made a vow in his heart, and then followed Lin Mo towards the rickety exit.
Behind him was a constantly collapsing corridor and Chen Fu's eternally still figure.
Outside, the sky was gradually brightening.
After many days, Chen Jie finally felt the breath of freedom again.
He opened his arms and took a deep breath.
However, just as he relaxed slightly, a loud shout suddenly rang out.
"Damn it, which blind fool barged in?"
Its sound was like a booming bell, deafening.
Chen Jie looked up and saw a burly man striding towards him, cursing and swearing, holding two iron hammers the size of small watermelons in his hands.
It was none other than their instructor who had previously been in charge of their special training—Black Tiger!
Yang Jie's heart clenched, and the relaxation he had just felt was instantly replaced by a surge of fear in his throat.
This person was not only extremely strong, but also inherently cruel.
He once fought a fierce tiger with his bare hands right in front of them, and finally tore its mouth open and ate its flesh raw!
He even smashed the head of a disobedient companion with his bare hands, gouged out his eyes and swallowed them, saying it would improve his eyesight.
Even within the entire Yellow Springs Guide, Black Tiger ranks among the top in terms of strength and ferocity!
Behind Black Tiger, a large group of people followed, forming a dense, dark mass.
In front of him, apart from this young man who called himself "Bloody Hand Butcher," there was no one else.
From any perspective, the two sides appear to be somewhat mismatched in strength.
The murderous intent in the air felt almost tangible, suffocating anyone who tried to breathe.
Faced with this scene, Yang Jie's body trembled uncontrollably.
However, the person in front of him showed no signs of tension.
It was as if they hadn't seen Black Tiger and his group at all.
Perhaps sensing Yang Jie's fear, the other party suddenly turned around and smiled slightly at him.
"Don't blink later."
"why?"
Yang Jie was taken aback and blurted out.
"Because this cut will be really cool!"
Immediately afterwards, Yang Jie saw Bloodhand Butcher raise his hand.
He pulled out a simple, antique-looking knife from somewhere.
Draw the sword out of its sheath.
With a clang, it sounded like a dragon's roar!
Black Tiger also rushed towards this side.
His eyes were wide open in anger, and his face was contorted in a ferocious expression.
He leaped up, hammer in hand!
"Hey, die!"
Its momentum is like that of a fierce tiger!
The sound is like thunder!
Just at this moment!
The long sword was swung out!
A dazzling flash of light erupted, as if piercing the darkness before dawn.
One strike, and the night is cleaved!