From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

Zhu Hong remained indifferent; whether they begged for mercy or not, he had no intention of letting anyone go today.

next moment.

His figure flashed, and the blade gleamed.

Like a black dragon swirling and leaping through the crowd, with each movement, a black blade flashed, drawing blood once more.

In the blink of an eye, all of the dozen or so people were killed.

There was no struggle, no screams, not even any semblance of resistance; only corpses fell one after another, blood flowing freely on the felt.

"pity……

There wasn't a single body to loot.

Zhu Hong couldn't help but feel regretful. He had gone on a killing spree but hadn't gained any benefit from it. "So be it. Killing one is killing, killing a group is killing too."

"Besides..."

He held the knife horizontally.

The blood on the blade was still warm, slowly trickling down the spine. He flicked his wrist, and a few drops of blood splattered, blooming like red plum blossoms in the lamplight. "No matter what, there are still a few talents waiting to be fed."

Zhu Hong raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Lie and his group.

"Next," the lamplight flickered, casting a long shadow, "it's your turn."

"Sir, wait a moment!"

Yuan Lie's heart skipped a beat. He quickly raised his hand and pressed it down, meaning "Let's talk this out." He suppressed his anger and said:

"I think there's a big misunderstanding between us."

"If you wish to inquire on your esteemed vessel, please do so. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me." As he spoke, he glanced towards the door, his eyes darting around.

"Waiting for the autumn wind?"

His response was a flash of light.

Zhu Hong didn't even bother to say "Pah!" and with a flick of his black blade, he aimed straight for Yuan Lie.

"frenzied!"

Yuan Lie was filled with shock and anger. Seeing that he could not delay, he had no choice but to draw his sword and meet the attack.

"clang."

The two swords clashed, sparks flying.

Yuan Lie felt a violent tremor in his hand, and his arm went numb and sore. He was horrified: "Did this kid learn martial arts from the womb?!" He dared not fight head-on, and took three steps back. He changed his swordsmanship, switching from offense to defense, and shouted back to Li Hang and the others: "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and attack!"

The remaining martial arts students seemed to awaken from a dream, each brandishing their weapons and launching a coordinated attack.

"Clay chicken and earthenware dog."

Zhu Hong countered with a swift slash, forcing Yuan Lie back. His left hand then shot out, its five fingers like hooks, seizing a martial arts performer's throat. Before the man could even struggle, he felt a tightness in his throat, his breath ceased, and all his life force was drained away.

Zhu Hong casually tossed the corpse aside, and his blade swept across once more.

A cold glint flashed, and afterimages appeared one after another.

Those martial arts performers couldn't even see Zhu Hong's moves before they were all slashed and killed, falling to the ground dead before they could even utter a cry of pain.

[Awarded: Two Gu Qi and Blood...]

Two Gu Qi and Blood.

Having killed two junior martial arts students, Yuan Lie's strength increased again. His eyes were bloodshot, and his heart sank. He used all the strength of a master martial artist to frantically fight back with his sword.

"Zhu Hong, you are not following the rules."

"Killing so many people without permission, even if you are a constable, the Prefect will never tolerate it!" He roared and resisted, his moves were already chaotic, and he was only struggling in his death throes.

"It's none of your business."

Zhu Hong's sword strikes became increasingly rapid, each strike faster than the last, three strikes in quick succession, each move a predatory and pressing attack.

"How come he's getting stronger and stronger as the battle goes on?"

Yuan Lie barely managed to withstand two blows, already drenched in sweat, his mind in turmoil: "He just killed so many people, yet he doesn't seem tired at all?"

"puff."

Distracted, Yuan Lie looked down and saw a gash on his chest, from which blood was gushing.

Before he could even feel the shock, the second knife struck.

Yuan Lie dodged with all his might, the blade grazing his cheek and slicing off a piece of flesh. He cried out in pain, staggering, "You surnamed Zhu!" he hissed.

"Do you really intend to exterminate them all?"

The sect leader won't let you get away with this, nor will the Jiang family or the Chi family!

Zhu Hong acted as if he hadn't heard.

He stood still, his black knife pointing diagonally, his gaze coldly fixed on Yuan Lie as if he were looking at a dead man.

When Yuan Lie was looked at like that, he felt a chill run down his spine, as if all his strength had been drained away with that one glance.

"Zheng—"

*Pfft.*

The sound of a blade ringing out rang out, and the final strike swept horizontally across the room.

Yuan Lie's head flew off with a thud, a column of blood shot into the sky, and his body crashed to the ground. This master martial artist met his end by being beheaded.

at this time.

The huge pleasure boat had only a few people left.

Zhu Hong sheathed his sword and turned to Li Hang, his gaze indifferent: "Why aren't you making a move?"

Li Hang stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his feet lying in disarray. He stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, never touching the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Will it work?"

He raised his head, his expression calm.

His face showed no resentment, no fear, only an indescribable desolation. In just a few short months, everything had changed.

"You said before that I shouldn't have taken this path."

Li Hang smiled, a smile that held a hint of life, but that life was tinged with bitterness: "Now that I think about it, you were right."

Zhu Hong remained silent.

"But we've already come this far," Li Hang said softly. "You're not destined to turn back." He took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision, and suddenly, he reached out and drew his sword from its sheath at his waist.

Zhu Hong's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of regret flashed across them again.

Li Hang gripped the cold sword, looked down at his reflection in the blade, as if trying to memorize the moment.

"I hope what you said..."

He raised his head and looked at Zhu Hong with an unusually calm gaze. "May you be reborn into a different path in your next life."

The words fell.

A flash of light.

He slashed his neck with his backhand, and a line of blood bloomed, gushing out bright red blood. He swayed, then slowly knelt down, as if paying his final respects to the world he had spent half his life in.

Then, Li Hang stumbled forward and fell into the pile of corpses.

"Ugh."

Zhu Hong sighed inwardly, unsure whether he was lamenting Li Hang's pity or the ways of the world that had driven people to such a state. He withdrew his gaze and turned to the other side.

Horse Hand (a type of coin).

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak human language.

Seeing Zhu Hong looking over, he knelt on the ground and banged his head against the ground like he was pounding garlic, making a loud "thump, thump" sound, spreading the blood on the ground evenly. "Lord Zhu, spare my life! Ever since you taught me a lesson on that pleasure boat that day, I really haven't dared to provoke you again!"

Zhu Hong looked at him and suddenly felt like laughing.

"I haven't provoked them. So," he said, too lazy to argue any longer, and with a flick of his toe, the sword on the ground flew up and stuck in front of Ma Pan, its blade swaying like a death warrant.

"Should I do it myself, or should I do it?"

You have to choose one of the two.

Ma Pan froze. "Two, choose one?" He looked up at the sword, then at Zhu Hong's face, and knew that he was going to die either way.

He was unwilling to accept it.

He was in the prime of his life, unlike those old fogies like Li Hang, whose bodies were half buried in the ground.

The women hadn't had enough fun yet.

suddenly:

"ah--!"

He yelled and scrambled to his feet, rushing towards the door. His legs moved as if they were on fire, and he shouted as he ran, "Ghost! Evil spirit! Help!"

"I don't want to, I don't want to die."

Help--"

The sound was like a pig being slaughtered; it was terrifying to listen to.

……