60: So what if the evidence is irrefutable? Kill them anyway!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Chu Qing walked in the darkness.
The street was empty, deserted.
Chu Qing felt a sense of oppression, of heaviness.
"There's no wind or rain today; it's really not suitable for killing!"
Although he knew someone was planning to ambush him,
he didn't use the Dragonfly skimming water light body skill. Instead, he walked calmly, just like an ordinary person.
One minute... five minutes... half the journey was covered.
From the darkness, the dense sound of footsteps came.
Chu Qing smiled, tightened the bundle on his back, and slowly drew his Double-Handed Mantis Sword.
Clatter!
He casually threw the scabbard to the ground.
Screech!
Screech!
He dragged a sword with one hand as he walked, the tip scraping the ground, leaving a shallow mark.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
A piercing whistle sounded, and javelins rained down from the sky.
In an instant, Chu Qing's feet moved like a mantis scuttling across the ground—charging.
Screech!
Screech!
The sword tip scraped against the flagstones at high speed, sending sparks flying.
Thugs appeared, one by one, silent, rushing to attack.
Slash!
The greatsword swung.
His proficient Swordplay effortlessly mobilized over a hundred tendons and bones to participate.
Not to mention the Thugs, even Martial Instructor Zhao Wuji couldn't withstand a casual swing of his sword.
Crack!
The fastest Thug was instantly cut in half by a single sword strike.
A scream rang out.
But more Thugs charged fearlessly.
Slash!
Slash!
Chu Qing slashed with every step!
Half-severed corpses appeared behind him.
Blood splattered, dyeing his brocade robe and long hair red.
[Blood-Washed Longsword +1]
[Blood-Washed Longsword +1]
The profession panel kept flashing.
Chu Qing felt a thrill in his heart.
In less than a minute, all the Thugs on the long street had been cut in half by him.
"How exhilarating!"
Chu Qing roared.
He looked around, then suddenly leaped onto a rooftop, like a large dragonfly—leaping.
Crack!
Ah...
Accompanied by screams, the people throwing javelins from the rooftop were cut in two.
One minute... and there were no more living people on the rooftop.
Chu Qing jumped into a small alley by the street.
The alley was even darker, but the Secret Inheritance Cultivation Technique allowed him to see clearly:
There were Thugs, trembling, being whispered to and driven by others to kill.
Chu Qing smiled and swung his sword.
One... five... ten... Chu Qing was like a robot from his previous life, mercilessly swinging his Double-Handed Mantis Sword, jumping into alley after alley, slaying one enemy after another.
[Blood-Washed Longsword +1]
[You have completed the third condition for Double-Handed Mantis Sword.]
The Thugs had long since collapsed.
They threw down their cleavers and fled frantically.
However:
Chu Qing refused to let them go.
Chase!
Kill!
Three minutes later:
As far as the eye could see, there were no more living people. Only then was Chu Qing satisfied.
He dragged his Double-Handed Mantis Sword, leaving a bloody footprint with every step, and headed straight for the Martial Academy.
One minute... five minutes... when he was only a kilometer from the Martial Academy, someone carrying a lantern blocked his path.
Behind him, there was a dense crowd of people.
And twenty cavalrymen, vaguely visible in the darkness.
The lantern bearer was He Qigou.
He wore Iron Hand gloves and his face was filled with killing intent.
"I thought many people might have killed Young Master He Qi, but I never thought it would be you."
"Chu Qing... you surprise me too much."
Chu Qing stopped, full of killing intent, and smiled, "Soon, you won't be surprised anymore!"
He Qigou growled:
"First, you killed Liu Hai and stole the Secret Inheritance Cultivation Technique, then you killed Liu Xiaogou, and then Hall Master Liu."
"Finally, my Young Master He Qi discovered you were stealing the Secret Inheritance, so you cruelly murdered him."
"You... are utterly evil!"
Chu Qing shook his head and said disappointedly, "You're wrong!"
He Qigou was stunned and shook his head, "How could I be wrong?"
"I'm best at tracking clues."
"Although you hid it well, the moment you participated in the preliminary examination and revealed your strength, I connected all the clues."
"You are the murderer of Young Master He Qi."
"Even the murder in the black market next door was done by you."
Chu Qing was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Do you have proof?"
He Qigou sneered, "I have proof, ironclad proof!"
"A life for a life... even if you are an Inner Courtyard student, you will die today."
Chu Qing sighed, "If you wanted to kill me, why didn't you do it sooner?"
"Look, the blood on me has already dried."
He Qigou trembled with anger and roared:
"Cavalry... charge!"
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Twenty warhorses neighed and charged.
Twenty Tie Jia knights swung their sabers, laughing grimly.
Chu Qing looked disdainful.
Even if he hadn't seen much of the world, he knew that a cavalry charge needed some distance to reach its maximum power.
These Tie Jia, though fierce, were... too slow.
He crouched slightly, and the next second, the bluestone slab beneath his toes exploded.
The Perfection Dragonfly skimming water instantly covered ten meters, landing, and the bluestone slab exploded again as he crossed another ten-plus meters.
Before the knights could charge, Chu Qing had already leaped into the air.
His greatsword swept horizontally.
Heads rolled.
His toes landed on a horse's head, and the warhorse whinnied; Chu Qing leaped again to kill!
One... ten... one Tie Jia after another fell to the ground.
Although they counterattacked,
their weapons striking Chu Qing's body were blocked by his Iron Cloth.
Clatter!
Chu Qing landed, and before The Crowd could react, he charged back into The Crowd.
Kill!
The greatsword flew.
At this moment, he had no concealment or scruples.
The Secret Toad Skill operated frantically, either enhancing his Cultivation Technique or restoring his vital energy.
Figure after figure fell to the ground.
He Qigou was both shocked and enraged.
He casually stuck the lantern into the ground, rolled up his sleeves, his muscles rippling, and his tendons and bones cracking.
"No matter how powerful you are, you can't withstand my Iron Hand."
The next second, he rushed into The Crowd, extending both hands and striking fiercely.
Chu Qing ignored He Qigou, his feet moving like a large snake, weaving through The Crowd.
Wherever he passed, limbs flew and Flesh splattered.
He Qigou growled in anger.
He knew that Chu Qing was clearing out the cannon fodder, intending to duel him last.
"Arrogant! The more people you kill, the greater your own consumption."
"You're dead for sure."
Ten seconds... thirty seconds... one minute... the lantern swayed.
Chu Qing suddenly turned and swung his sword.
He Qigou was terrified.
This sword strike was too fast.
Moreover, he hadn't mentally prepared himself.
"Block it, you bastard!"
He Qigou raged, his Iron Tendons twitching madly, unleashing his Great Perfection palm technique:
Boom!
He Qigou flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
He was horrified.
Chu Qing's strength exceeded his imagination.
"How many Iron Tendons did he channel into that sword strike?"
Crack!
Crack!
Chu Qing turned, continued to swing his sword, and continued to slay the miscellaneous soldiers.
And He Qi, stunned, dared not pursue him again.
Crack!
The last miscellaneous soldier's head fell to the ground.
Chu Qing, dragging his sword, walked step by step towards He Qigou.
"How many Iron Tendons do you even have? Where did you get the confidence to clash head-on with me?"
He Qigou glared at him venomously.
Chu Qing returned his gaze with a smile.
"Oh, and I said you were wrong, not because He Qi discovered my secret."
"It's because his butler insulted me."
"So, I killed him, and I killed everyone in the He Family Manor."
He Qigou was horrified.
Just an insult, and he killed Young Master He Qi?
That was a Wubao Disciples, a Wubao Disciples that even the Empire didn't want to provoke!
How could a Mud Leg like him have the courage to kill a Wubao Disciples back then?
Was he naturally rebellious? A born rebel?
"You... you lunatic!"
He Qigou shrieked in terror.
Chu Qing smiled, then suddenly swung his sword, striking fiercely.
The greatsword whistled, like a spinning wheel.
He Qigou desperately used his Great Handprint to forcefully resist.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Steel clashed, and sparks flew.
Drops of sweat rolled down He Qigou's forehead.
Wounds appeared on his body.
What was strange to him was:
The wounds weren't deep; they only injured his Flesh.
His Flesh tore open, making him tremble with pain.
"I'm crazy?"
"What are you, to dare call me crazy?"
"You have evidence that I killed He Qi?"
"Even ironclad proof?"
"So what?"
"Today, I'll cut you down, cut down a hundred people, cut down the Wubao Tie Jia, and who can stop me?"
"Do you think I'm still that cheering lackey?"
The next second, Chu Qing unleashed his true power.
The greatsword descended, striking fiercely—the sword light brilliant, like a mantis's scythe.
Boom!
The Iron Hand gloves shattered.
He Qigou, covered in wounds, was cut in two.
Clatter!
Chu Qing threw down his Double-Handed Mantis Sword and, stepping over He Qigou's corpse, headed straight for the Martial Academy.
At this moment:
At the entrance of the Martial Academy, some Inner Courtyard students and Martial Instructors had gathered.
They stood in the dimly lit area, watching Chu Qing walk step by step, their expressions complex.