100: Chapter 100 Provocation?! Just one strike!

Silence! A deathly silence!

The entire Management Hall seemed to have been instantly drained of all its air.

A single strike to instantly kill a First Squad leader at Qi Refining Level 1, and with such a violent method of execution!

The squad leaders of the 666th Menial District were so terrified their legs went weak, cold sweat poured down their bodies, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Although they were accustomed to life and death in the Servant District, such a lopsided and cruel slaughter still made them tremble from the depths of their Souls.

"You... you actually killed him?!"

Yang Liu stood up abruptly from her chair, her stunningly beautiful Face covered in frost mixed with shock and anger.

"We agreed on a spar, Manager Zhang, you didn't say it was a fight to the death, did you?!" Yang Liu's voice was filled with suppressed rage.

Facing the interrogation, Manager Zhang felt not a shred of guilt; instead, he arrogantly picked at his ear.

With a noncommittal sneer, he replied:

"Blades have no eyes; what does it matter if one or two people die? Since Manager Yang feels that a spar isn't exciting enough... then I'll say it now: no holds barred, life or death!"

Manager Zhang's gaze swept aggressively over Yang Liu's curvaceous figure, and he laughed lecherously:

"If you in the 666th Menial District can't show some real skill today, why don't you come to my 665th District, Manager Yang, and serve tea and water for my brothers? I guarantee it will be an intoxicating experience. Hahaha."

"You go too far!"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Liu shouted angrily, no longer able to suppress the killing intent in her heart.

"And what if I do?!" Manager Zhang replied arrogantly, stepping forward as the terrifying pressure of his Qi Refining Stage 3 Peak cultivation swept through the hall like a tsunami.

"You're courting death!"

Yang Liu tapped her toes, her figure transforming into a dark red afterimage as she struck a palm filled with rage directly at Manager Zhang's chest!

"Well come!" Manager Zhang laughed wildly, also slamming his palm out.

"Boom!!!"

Two streams of Qi Refining Stage 3 True Qi collided in mid-air, emitting a deafening explosion, and the violent shockwave instantly knocked several squad leaders around the hall to the ground.

However, the result of the clash was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Pfft—"

Yang Liu felt a mountain-like force surge through her arm. Because she had been extremely weak since last night, her internal True Qi could not be gathered to its Peak.

Under that palm strike, she let out a muffled groan, her entire body sent flying back like a kite with a broken string. With a "bang," she fell onto the wide purple sandalwood chair, a trail of eye-catching blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

"Hahaha! With your current exhausted state, you dare to fight me?!"

Manager Zhang stood firmly in place, laughing wantonly, his eyes full of the smugness of one who has already won.

Yang Liu gritted her teeth tightly, forcibly suppressing the churning Qi and blood.

She took a deep breath and cast her gaze toward the Third Squad leader, Tang San, who was standing below with legs trembling as if he were sifting chaff.

"You go..." Yang Liu pointed at Tang San and ordered coldly.

Upon being named, Tang San's scalp felt like it was exploding from fear. With a "thud," he knelt on the ground, tears and snot instantly covering his Face.

"Man... Manager, please spare me!"

Tang San kowtowed repeatedly, answering with a mournful Face:

"My cultivation is shallow, not even as good as the First Squad leader; going up there is just courting death! I fear I would only diminish our district's prestige... The... the Second Squad leader is peerless and powerful, please send the Second Squad leader instead!"

The Second Squad leader, who had been watching the show and had only replaced Captain Nan Rufeng a few days ago, was so startled upon hearing Tang San shift the blame that he shook his head like a rattle, retreating repeatedly to avoid being sent up himself.

"I am ordering you to go fetch the Ninth Squad leader, you useless thing! Why aren't you going yet?!"

Yang Liu slammed the table and roared at Tang San.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll go right away, right away!"

Hearing that he wasn't being sent to the ring, Tang San felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He answered excitedly and scrambled out of the hall, running wildly toward the Ninth Squad's station.

Watching that fleeing back, Manager Zhang sneered but did not stop him.

His biggest goal for this trip was to kill that little beast who had used a flying blade to kill his capable subordinate.

Where Face was lost, it must be regained!

"Consider yourself sensible. Hand over that little beast early, and you might spare one more life." Manager Zhang arrogantly pulled over a chair and sat down with a domineering air.

Time passed drop by drop, and the atmosphere in the hall was so oppressive it felt like it was about to solidify.

Not long after, a steady and even sound of footsteps slowly drifted in from outside the hall.

These footsteps were not heavy, but with each step that landed, it felt as if they were stepping on everyone's hearts, bringing an indescribable, terrifying sense of oppression.

"Bang!" A figure as straight as a pine, dressed in black martial attire, strode into the hall without obstruction.

Qin Feng had his hands behind his back, his deep black eyes as calm as an ancient well, while his body radiated a violent, tangible pressure that looked down upon the world.

After consuming the pure yang golden body pill, merely standing there, his vast, sea-like pure yang blood and Qi made the surrounding air become scorching hot.

"Qin Feng!!!"

When enemies meet, they are especially jealous. Manager Zhang stood up abruptly, shooting resentful, angry flames from his eyes, and roared:

"Little beast, you finally dare to come out and die!"

"It is not yet known who will be the victor; don't make yourself sound so impressive."

Facing the clamor, Qin Feng replied casually, then scanned the corpse of the First Squad leader split in two on the ground with a calm gaze, finally letting his eyes fall lightly upon Scarface Ren, who was holding a large machete with a fierce expression.

"So it is you who said no holds barred?" Qin Feng's tone was so flat it didn't have a ripple of emotion.

"So what if I said it?! Are you that Ninth Squad leader who shoots hidden arrows?"

Scarface Ren felt he was being ignored and laughed in extreme anger, swinging his nine-ring machete until it whooshed, and grinned cruelly:

"Today, I am going to chop off your head and use it as a urinal."

Facing Scarface Ren's crazy clamor, Qin Feng just stood there, slightly raised his chin, and said:

"Fine, I'll let you make the first move."

"Arrogant scum, come to your death!!!"

Scarface Ren was completely enraged, and he let out a wild roar.

"Mad Wolf Slash!!!"

Holding the blade with both hands, he leaped into the air, pouring his entire body's True Qi into the machete.

In an instant, the blade light flared, transforming into a violent blood wolf with its bloody maw wide open. With a shrill whistle that tore through the air, it descended upon Qin Feng's head with the force of Mount Tai!

This strike was seven parts more powerful than when he had killed the First Squad leader earlier.

"Captain Qin, watch out..." Yang Liu couldn't help but exclaim, almost instinctively.

Nodding slightly in response, Qin Feng suddenly drew his blade—

No one saw how he drew his blade.

Only a "whoosh" sound was heard, a terrifying sonic boom that practically pierced one's eardrums!

"Inch Radiance!!!"

A streak of pitch-black cold light, only three inches long, transformed into an unavoidable bolt of lightning under the dual reinforcement of his monstrous Physical Body strength and Qi Refining True Qi.

"Pshhh—"

The seemingly invincible Mad Wolf Slash blade screen in mid-air was like paper in front of the cold light, instantly and without suspense, pierced through.

The three-inch cold light did not diminish in momentum, accurately, viciously, and cleanly shooting into the throat of the leaping Scarface Ren.

"Urgh..."

Scarface Ren's violent roar came to an abrupt halt, his eyes instantly bulging out.

The huge kinetic energy did not stop.

That steel flying blade carried his sturdy body, weighing over two hundred catties, and sent it flying backward rapidly in mid-air!

"Bang!!!"

A deafening dull thud.

The flying blade sank deep into the blue stone pillar in the depths of the hall, which was thick enough for two men to embrace!

Scarface Ren's corpse was thus forcefully and heavily nailed to the pillar in mid-air, blood flowing crazily down the stone pillar, his eyes wide open in death.

"Clang..."

The nine-ring machete, having lost control, crashed onto the ground.

Qin Feng brushed the non-existent dust off his cuffs, not even giving the corpse a second glance, and coldly spat out two words:

"Trash."