181: You know too much
While Zheng Zhixiang was feeling down, Chu Qing had already stealthily infiltrated the camp and begun his silent slaughter.
This time, Chu Qing acted unusually; he did not raid the army at dawn as Song Zhe had expected.
Nor did he choose to attack in the middle of the night.
Instead, he chose the first half of the night.
Normally, the first half of the night is when people are most alert.
However:
Chu Qing deliberately chose to do the opposite.
“A bunch of Soldiers haven't practiced any martial arts; they are just ordinary people, albeit strong ones.”
“I, with Perfected Gold Tendons, and even dozens of Black Gold Bones, why would I care about a group of ordinary people?”
Therefore, he infiltrated the army.
His legs moved like a shadow, easily evading the sentries.
Soon, he reached the vicinity of the main camp.
While Song Zhe and others were drinking and making merry, he lay in wait in the shadows.
Originally, he wanted to set a fire and burn these unfortunate souls.
But:
Seeing a group of Soldiers creating various firebreaks and even preparing a large amount of soil, he knew that even if he set a fire, it wouldn't have much impact.
Rather than that, it was better not to.
After all, a fire would at most kill a few subordinates.
And subordinates... were not important.
At this moment:
The wind picked up.
One by one, Cloaked People, embracing dancing girls, emerged from the main camp and entered their small tents.
Chu Qing smiled.
“Two armies are fighting, yet they are drinking and making merry?”
“You deserve to die.”
He decided to assassinate them.
After waiting for a moment, he heard joyful sounds emanating from the tent, and he quietly slipped inside.
Crack!
Crack!
He extended his hands, simultaneously breaking two people's necks.
The joy ended abruptly.
Because of this:
Some Soldiers reported to Zheng Zhixiang with disdain that the Bingjia Sect Disciples were no good; their time was too short.
And Zheng Zhixiang, thinking of the Bingjia Sect Disciples' love for pleasure and their short duration, felt sorrow well up in his heart, lamenting the Bingjia Sect's decline.
One... ten... eighteen... he had cleared eighteen Cloaked People, leaving only one.
What surprised Chu Qing was:
Just as he was about to act, this last person surprisingly called for two more dancing girls.
“Damn, this guy really knows how to enjoy himself.”
Then, he froze.
Seeing Chu Qing, Song Zhe paused, casually threw the bruised dancing girl aside, and sneered, “Infiltrating the army alone, you're definitely not a good person.”
“You look so young and handsome.”
“Presumably... you are Yu Ji's lover, aren't you!”
Chu Qing also smiled.
“Are you the reinforcements Zheng Zhixiang called for?”
“Did you guess I was coming? Are you setting up a ruse? Or... have you lost your manly functions, which is why you use this method to torment women?”
Song Zhe's pupils constricted.
Ten years ago, he was still young, just entering the Bingjia Sect.
Then, because of a small matter, Madam Shi Yuji had crushed his testicles.
But he had never told anyone about this.
Any woman who had been intimate with him had been killed to silence her.
This was his biggest secret.
But now, Chu Qing had discovered it.
He desperately wanted to roar and summon Zheng Zhixiang to kill Chu Qing.
But, to keep it a secret, he could only suppress and endure.
“Boy, what did you say?”
Song Zhe lowered his voice, staring at Chu Qing expressionlessly, and said:
“You know too much!”
“Tell me, how do you want to die?”
As he spoke, Song Zhe rolled up his sleeves, revealing two muscular arms, then his ten fingers curved like hooks, his nails flicking, clanging as he said:
“Young man, tell me, how do you want to die?”
“Speak up!”
Chu Qing smiled.
He also rolled up his sleeves, even taking the time to straighten his brocade robes, and said fearlessly, “Then... pervert, how do you want to die?”
Pervert?
Song Zhe's head buzzed.
He roared hoarsely, “I'm not a pervert!”
The next second, he charged at Chu Qing like a fierce tiger.
His ten fingers were like hooks, tearing through the air, whimpering; even the airflow transformed into a ferocious tiger head, baring its fangs and following close behind.
Chu Qing, with his ten fingers also like hooks, rushed forward.
Bang!
Ten fingers against ten fingers.
Both felt as if their fingers had poked into metal and stone.
Without retreating, their claws flew, like phantoms, falling frantically and colliding.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The dull and rapid collisions made the Soldiers outside look displeased.
“Damn it, the dancing girls the General distributed were top-tier, and one of them was my goddess.”
“How can he violently impact my goddess like that?”
Some Soldiers couldn't bear it and were about to rush into the tent to stop Song Zhe.
However, a companion pulled him back and said sternly, “Do you want to die?”
“That's the reinforcement the General invited.”
“If you cause trouble, the General will definitely kill you.”
The Soldiers heard the endless impacts and muffled groans from inside the tent, almost grinding their teeth to dust.
His companion comforted him, “Even though your goddess is being impacted, she must be thinking of you in her heart.”
“Who knows, she might even be silently chanting your name.”
“Besides, you're guarding the door outside, so you're also involved.”
The Soldier nodded, waiting silently.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Inside the tent, the fight between Chu Qing and Song Zhe reached a fever pitch.
What surprised Chu Qing was:
This opponent was powerful.
His strength was no less than his own.
Moreover, his speed was not slow either.
Even more terrifying was that the opponent's Moves were extremely fierce and formidable.
Whether it was his claw techniques or his fists and kicks, they were all top-tier martial arts.
One minute... three minutes... Song Zhe's expression turned grim.
Due to his insufficient background, he didn't have enough resources to cultivate Golden Tendons.
But he had cultivated Perfected Silver Tendon and three hundred Silver Bones.
He had also undergone Blood Refinement a hundred times.
“How is this Chu Qing so strong?”
“Even if he has Perfected Golden Tendons, I should be able to kill him.”
“But why can't I kill him?”
“Could it be that he has already cultivated dozens of Golden Bones?”
Song Zhe's mind was in turmoil.
In the Bingjia Sect, even among Prodigies with Perfected Golden Tendons, those who could cultivate Golden Bone were extremely rare.
They were all Prodigies with exceptional talent and Heaven-Defying backgrounds.
Chu Qing, Yu Ji's little lover.
How could he cultivate Golden Bone?
Song Zhe was furious.
He let out an inhuman roar, “Even if you've cultivated Golden Bone, I will still kill you!”
His offensive became even fiercer.
His tendons and bones resonated, and the blood in his body flowed like a rushing river.
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Song Zhe panted, expelling white mist from his nostrils.
Chu Qing's pupils constricted.
“What is this guy going to do?”
“I can't drag this out any longer.”
His heart was filled with killing intent, and he suddenly unleashed his Chain Spear.
Whoosh!
The spear's gleam was like lightning, like light.
Rip!
A wound appeared on Song Zhe's chest and abdomen.
He was stunned, and hoarsely said, “Shameless!”
“How can you use a weapon?”
Chu Qing said disdainfully, “Idiot, in a fight to the death, only a fool doesn't use a weapon.”
Song Zhe... he went to grab a long sword nearby.
However, the Chain Spear shattered the long sword.
Song Zhe was furious and lunged at Chu Qing again.
Chu Qing's Chain Spear flew, and he suddenly shouted, “You have no balls, you're not a man!”
In an instant, Song Zhe's mind wavered, and his face turned pale.
He roared, frantically yelling, “Don't say that!”
The next second, Chu Qing's Chain Spear, like a large snake, coiled around him.
Whoosh!
The Chain Spear tightened, actually binding Song Zhe.
“If you die, I won't say it.”
As he spoke, he abandoned the Chain Spear and rushed to Song Zhe.
Song Zhe was shocked and angry, his body shrinking, trying to break free from the binding.
However, Chu Qing's speed was too fast.
Two fingers pressed together, like a spear—thud!
His fingers pierced through his throat.
Song Zhe's body stiffened.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Chu Qing's fingers flew, poking his throat, eyes, and temples.
Finally, he stabbed into his heart.
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
Song Zhe spat out bloody foam, his breath weak.
Chu Qing wiped his blood-stained fingers clean on Song Zhe's body, and let out a long breath, saying, “By the way, fellow with no balls, what's your name?”
Song Zhe trembled all over, he gritted his teeth, stiffened his bones, and then slammed his head against the ground.
Bang!
One... Bang!
Five... Crack!
Ten... his head exploded, his face disfigured.
Chu Qing was dumbfounded.