211: Chapter 211 Poor Guy!

Everywhere the Spear Light passed, those eerie Blood-colored Rose petals were pierced, shredded, and dissipated into wisps of green smoke!

Every collision between the Spear Aura and the blood light produced a violent explosion!

Admittedly, the power of the Evil Spirit weapon contained within these Blood-colored Roses was extremely strong.

The pale golden Spear Aura on Qin Yan's long spear was also constantly eroded, dimmed, and even completely shattered and dissipated during the attrition with the blood-colored petals.

Of the twenty-eight strands of Spear Aura, nearly ten quickly vanished!

However, the surging rain of Blood-colored Rose petals dissipated even faster!

One, two, three... the blood-colored petals exploded one after another!

Ultimately, when the golden Spear Light at the tip of Qin Yan's spear broke through the last few resisting blood-colored petals, more than ten strands of Spear Aura still remained on it, still dazzlingly bright!

"Break for me!"

Qin Yan's wrist shook violently, and the power of the remaining Spear Aura and Spear Light erupted completely.

Rumble—!!!

The remaining Blood-colored Roses were completely cleared away, and the long spear slammed heavily into the main body of the blood-colored long whip following closely behind!

The bloodthirsty evil spirit whip trembled violently from the impact of this massive force, and the blood light on the whip dimmed by more than half in an instant.

It was knocked over a dozen meters away, rolling onto the ground with its light restrained.

"Pfft!"

Zhang Bei was already at the end of his rope, and the backlash from the spirit weapon leaving his hand made matters even worse.

He spat out a mouthful of dark black, almost lifeless foul blood, and his whole body slumped into a half-kneeling position.

He looked up at the approaching Qin Yan, and his eyes were finally replaced by boundless terror.

How could he... be this strong?!

He had sacrificed himself and activated the patterns of the Evil Spirit weapon to deliver his strongest blow... yet it was actually crushed head-on by the opponent?!

What greeted his final question was Qin Yan's cold and ruthless spear tip!

Qin Yan didn't give him any chance to catch his breath or beg for mercy; with a flash of his figure, he was already right in front of him.

The long spear in his hand didn't thrust; instead, he swung the shaft.

Like an iron rod, carrying the residual power of his qi and blood, it slammed heavily against Zhang Bei's chest!

Crack!

The clear sound of bone fracturing rang out.

Pfft—!

Zhang Bei was sent flying several meters through the air, slamming heavily onto the cold, dirty ground.

After rolling a few times, he became completely still, falling directly into a deep coma.

With a shattered sternum, damaged internal organs, and the severe trauma from the spirit weapon's backlash, his breath was as thin as silk, and he was not far from death.

Qin Yan did not choose to kill him on the spot.

There were two reasons: first, Zhang Bei's qi and blood were completely depleted, and the spirit weapon's backlash had penetrated to his very marrow; even if left alone, he definitely wouldn't survive the night.

Second, and more importantly...

He turned his head to look at his sister, Qin Xiaoxi, whom he had been shielding firmly in the safe zone behind him.

At this moment, Qin Xiaoxi's small face was pale, her hands were tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, and her body was still trembling slightly.

She had witnessed the lightning-fast yet extremely dangerous battle that was beyond her imagination.

That evil blood-colored long whip, the terrifying Blood-colored Roses, the astonishing aura erupting from her brother, and the golden Spear Light...

All of this was too much of a shock for a young girl like her, who had not yet officially entered the Martial Dao and lived in a peaceful environment.

She saw the power of a martial artist, and for the first time, she saw the blood and cruelty behind this path so directly.

Qin Yan sighed in his heart, knowing that today's events had brought quite a shock to his sister.

He didn't want her to see any more bloody scenes, such as personally ending the life of a dying man.

Some things needed to be accepted gradually.

"Xiao Xi, how are you? Are you okay?"

Qin Yan walked to his sister's side and asked with concern, his voice softening.

He put away the long spear, and the piercing murderous intent on his body also quickly receded.

Qin Xiaoxi looked up, seeing her brother's familiar and gentle face, and the fear in her heart calmed down slightly.

She shook her head, wanting to say she was fine, but her lips moved without making a sound.

She just nodded vigorously, then slowly shook her head again, her eyes still somewhat dazed.

Qin Yan knew that at this time, verbal comfort might be hollow; companionship and the passage of time were more important.

He gently patted his sister's shoulder: "It's okay, the bad guy has been defeated by Big Brother. We'll be able to go home soon."

After speaking, he took out his communicator, found the number for Wang Meng, the vice president of the Linhai City Martial Arts Association, and dialed it.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Wang Meng's anxious and loud voice came from the other end: "Hello? Brother Qin Yan? Is something the matter this late?"

"President Wang," Qin Yan's tone was calm, "I found Zhang Bei.

He has been subdued by me and is unconscious; he probably won't live much longer. The location is..."

He reported the detailed address.

There was a distinct pause of a full two seconds on the other end of the phone, followed by an explosion of unbelievable exclamations and wild joy: "What?! Zhang Bei?! You... you subdued him?!

Good, good, good! That's great! Brother Qin Yan! You have performed a great service for our Linhai! You've eliminated a major menace!

Stay there and don't move, stay safe! I'll bring people over immediately! At top speed!"

Wang Meng said excitedly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Qin Yan finished and hung up the communication.

During the waiting time, Qin Yan did not stay idle.

He first walked over to the bloodthirsty evil spirit whip that had rolled onto the ground, cautiously using the tip of his spear to flip it closer for observation.

Immediately, a bloody scent assailed his nostrils!

Following that, Qin Yan felt the blood in his body stagnate slightly.

Then, it actually began to flow faster uncontrollably, with a faint tendency to burst out of his body and surge toward that evil whip!

"What an evil piece of junk!"

Qin Yan's expression turned stern, and he quickly threw the "bloodthirsty evil spirit whip" far away onto the ground near Zhang Bei.

"Just being near it can trigger an abnormal movement of qi and blood...

If held for a long time, or even if one attempts to use it, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Qin Yan gained a more direct understanding of the dangers of Evil Spirit weapons.

No wonder the orthodox Martial Dao detested them and classified them as taboos.

Temporarily putting the matter of the evil whip aside, Qin Yan walked over to the unconscious Zhang Bei.

Frowning, he used the tip of his spear to flick aside the man's shriveled clothing, which had become like tattered rags, and performed a simple search.

However, after a round of searching, Qin Yan couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed and even found it somewhat absurd.

This heinous fugitive, who had made all of Linhai City tremble with fear, was actually pitifully poor!

There was only a small cloth bag.

Opening it, there were only a few of the most common first grade "qi and blood pills," and their quality looked poor; the medicinal power had likely mostly dissipated.

Forget about third-grade pills, he couldn't even see a single decent second-grade pill!

Not to mention any Body Tempering Martial Art or precious materials.

"Truly a poor wretch..."

Qin Yan whispered to himself and shook his head.

It seemed that all of Zhang Bei's "wealth" was invested in that Evil Spirit weapon.