101: Chapter 101 Phoenix Eyes Pierce Throat, Teaching You a Lesson

The black mist swallowed the light completely.

The surrounding temperature dropped to freezing point.

Lin Qi stood in place, eyes tightly shut, his breathing as steady as if he were sleeping.

Zhang Wei hid behind a tree in the distance, his palms slick with sweat.

He could not see Lin Qi, nor could he see Ghost Hand.

He could only see that rolling black mist, like a monster with its mouth wide open.

"Brother Qi, move, please..."

Zhang Wei muttered softly, his teeth chattering.

Meanwhile, in the center of the black mist.

Ghost Hand was hovering in mid-air.

His body had completely merged with the darkness, and even his heartbeat was masked by his skill.

Looking at the figure below who had given up resistance, the face beneath Ghost Hand's mask revealed a cruel smile.

Is this the so-called Genius of ancient martial arts?

In the face of absolute rule suppression, he is nothing more than a joke.

As long as he didn't reveal himself, Lin Qi was just a blind man.

Ghost Hand adjusted his posture.

He wanted to slice open Lin Qi's head like a watermelon.

This was not just to kill, but to establish authority.

He wanted everyone to know that the majesty of the Shadow Guild could not be provoked.

Ghost Hand took a deep breath, his body curling up in the air.

Charging up.

This was the assassin's most explosive strike.

[Shadow Cross Slash].

There was no warning.

Ghost Hand descended from the sky.

His speed was pushed to the extreme; the air didn't even have time to whistle.

His two sharp claws crossed into a cross shape, heading straight for Lin Qi's crown.

Three meters away.

Two meters.

One meter.

Lin Qi still didn't move.

The cruelty in Ghost Hand's eyes turned into ecstasy.

He had won.

Just at the moment when the sharp claws were about to touch the tips of Lin Qi's hair.

Lin Qi moved.

But he did not dodge.

Nor did he go to draw the zhan ye heavy sword stuck in the ground.

His legs were slightly bent, his knees like they were fitted with springs.

His spine, like a great Dragon, snapped and shook violently, emitting a crisp "snap" sound.

That was the resonance produced by bones and fascia under high-intensity explosion.

True Qi surged wildly along his Meridians, gathering entirely in his right fist.

But his fist-clenching posture was very strange.

Four fingers were tightly clenched, but the second joint of his index finger protruded high.

Like a protruding eye.

Ancient Martial Skill — Phoenix Eye Fist.

Specifically designed to break Acupoints and shatter cartilage.

Lin Qi did not look at the sharp claws descending from above.

He blasted his fist upward at an outrageously tricky angle.

This punch didn't strike Ghost Hand's wrist, nor his chest.

It struck empty air.

At least, 0.1 seconds ago, it was still air.

But when Lin Qi's fist reached that position.

Ghost Hand's throat had just happened to be delivered right onto the fist.

It was as if Ghost Hand had rammed his own neck into it.

Pfft.

A muffled sound.

Very light, yet very heavy.

Like smashing a ripe persimmon with a hammer.

Ghost Hand's originally fierce offensive stopped abruptly at this moment.

Those sharp claws, glowing with ghostly blue flames, stopped three inches above Lin Qi's head.

They could no longer fall.

Ghost Hand's eyes widened abruptly, his eyeballs covered in bloodshot veins.

He wanted to scream.

But only a "cluck-cluck" sound could come from his throat.

Like a rooster whose neck was being squeezed.

That fragile throat bone had been turned into powder under the pinpoint strike of the Phoenix Eye Fist.

Along with his trachea and esophagus, everything was shattered by the True Qi.

All his strength dissipated at this moment.

Ghost Hand's body fell stiffly from the air.

With a thud, he crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He clutched his neck tightly with both hands, his body twitching violently on the ground.

Blood gushed out through his fingers, quickly pooling beneath him.

On the System panel, Ghost Hand's health bar was still there, even more than half full.

But in reality, he was already a dead man.

Being unable to breathe meant death.

No matter how much HP you have, no matter how high your defense is.

As long as oxygen cannot enter your lungs, even a god cannot save you.

Lin Qi slowly retracted his fist and shook the blood droplets off his hand.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the struggling Ghost Hand at his feet.

His gaze was so calm it was frightening.

"Surprised?"

Lin Qi squatted down, looking into Ghost Hand's eyes filled with fear.

"You thought I was gambling?"

Ghost Hand opened his mouth wide, desperately trying to inhale, but could only draw in a mouthful of bloody foam.

His eyes were full of pleas for mercy.

He was a Second-Tier powerhouse; he didn't want to die here.

As long as he could survive, he would pay any price.

Lin Qi shook his head.

"Your Killing Intent is too heavy."

"The moment you jumped up, the flow of air told me your position."

"And also."

Lin Qi pointed to his own head.

"This move is called prediction."

"I knew where you would attack, and I knew what posture you would use."

"So I just had to put my fist there and wait for you; you would ram into it yourself."

Ghost Hand's body twitched slower and slower.

Oxygen deprivation caused his consciousness to blur.

But the fear in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

This teenager was not human at all.

He was a monster wearing human skin.

Lin Qi stood up and walked to the side to draw the zhan ye heavy sword.

The heavy blade shimmered with cold light under the moonlight.

"Remember in your next life."

Lin Qi gripped the hilt with both hands and raised it high.

"Don't play high jump against a martial artist."

Whoosh—

The heavy sword fell.

There was no flair.

Only pure weight and speed.

Slash.

A head wearing a skull mask rolled away.

The headless corpse twitched one last time, then remained completely still.

The System notification sounded in Lin Qi's ear.

[Killed Lv.45 Shadow Assassin (Second-Tier), gained experience points...]

Lin Qi ignored the System notification.

He looked above the corpse.

A cluster of deep purple light was precipitating there.

The light was very bright, and very heavy.

It even caused the surrounding mist to sink a few inches.

That was the essence essence left behind after a Second-Tier powerhouse died.

It was also the greatest spoil of war from Lin Qi's adventure this time.

"Qi... Brother Qi?"

Zhang Wei poked his head out from behind the tree, his voice still trembling.

He looked at the headless corpse on the ground, then at Lin Qi, who was holding the heavy sword.

It felt like he was dreaming.

That Ghost Hand, who made the entire underground world of Tianhai City tremble with fear.

Just died like this?

Killed by a college freshman who shattered his throat with one punch and cut off his head with one sword strike?

Lin Qi turned his head, the coldness on his face fading a little.

"What are you standing there stunned for?"

He pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"Come over and help clean up."

Zhang Wei swallowed, his legs weak as he walked over.

"Clean... how do I clean it?"

Lin Qi took out a special glass bottle from his pocket and shook it at the cluster of purple light.

The light cluster seemed to be pulled by a force, slowly drilling into the bottle.

The bottle body immediately became icy cold to the touch.

Lin Qi stuffed the bottle into his bosom, then pointed to the four assassin corpses in the distance.

"Drag them all over here."

"Line them up neatly."

Zhang Wei dry-heaved while dragging the corpses.

"Brother Qi, are we not burying them?"

"Bury?"

Lin Qi sneered.

He lifted the heavy sword and walked to the side of the main road outside the graveyard.

That was the only path leading to the downtown area of Tianhai City.

"Why would we bury them?"

"After doing a good deed, one must leave a name."

Lin Qi exerted force from his wrist.

The sword tip pierced into the hard concrete road surface as easily as cutting tofu.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

He carved four large characters on the road surface.

Every stroke exuded a chilling Killing Intent.

Those who cross the line die.

These four characters were very large.

Large enough for any passing car to see.

Large enough to keep the rats of the Shadow Guild from sleeping.

After finishing all this, Lin Qi strapped the heavy sword back onto his back.

"Let's go."

"Back to school."

Zhang Wei looked at the row of neatly arranged headless corpses, then looked at the characters on the ground.

He only felt a chill down his back.

How is this leaving a name?

This is clearly a declaration of war.

A declaration of war written with the blood of a Second-Tier powerhouse.

"Brother Qi, this matter has blown up, as for the school..."

"Old Mo will handle it."

Lin Qi touched the bottle in his bosom, his brows furrowing slightly.

When he collected the essence just now, he felt a hint of something wrong.

Within this cluster of essence, there seemed to be mixed in some kind of aura that did not belong to humans.

That feeling.

It was like some kind of cold metal.

Even colder than the meteorite iron heavy sword on his back.

"I hope the old man can figure something out."