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Chapter 122: Kill Them All! The White-Clothed Youth!
“Leader!”
“Big Brother!”
“Boss!”
Seeing Black Wolf slumped against the tree trunk, every member of the Black Wolf Gang cried out in panic.
Their hearts trembled with dread.
They had just witnessed, with their own eyes, how their once invincible leader—normally feared for his ferocity—had been obliterated by a single punch. The strike had shattered his chest, torn through his back, and sent him flying into the tree.
Now, staring at the massive hole in Black Wolf’s chest and the shattered remains of his heart, the gang members knew—his life was over.
Black Wolf was not yet dead. Thanks to the extraordinary vitality of a Jin Gu Jing Master, even such a grievous wound had not ended him instantly.
But as his head hung low, he saw the ruin of his own body—the gaping wound, the pulverized organs.
He lifted his eyes to Lu Qing, and in them burned disbelief.
He couldn’t believe he hadn’t even managed to withstand one move from this boy.
Worse still, he couldn’t fathom that this youth—so young—was, like him, a Jin Gu Jing Master.
Indeed, only moments ago, as Lu Qing unleashed his sudden surge of power, Black Wolf had finally glimpsed the true level of his cultivation.
Tap… tap… tap…
Lu Qing walked slowly toward him, stopping before the fallen leader. A faint regret flickered across his face.
“What a pity,” he said coolly. “I thought you might give me a decent challenge, a chance to test my recent progress. But you couldn’t even endure my first punch.”
“Who… who are you?” Black Wolf rasped, struggling to speak.
He couldn’t comprehend how the Black Wolf Gang had come to provoke such a terrifying force.
A Jin Gu Jing Master this young—such a rare talent—wasn’t even common among the ancient sects with centuries of heritage.
And yet, here he was, appearing in this remote county, claiming enmity with them.
“You don’t need to know who I am,” Lu Qing replied, his voice calm. “You only need to know I came to destroy your Black Wolf Gang.”
As he spoke, his body vanished—then reappeared instantly beside the remaining members of the gang, a dozen paces away.
Roar!
A faint, spectral tiger’s roar echoed through the air.
Lu Qing thrust both arms forward, slapping two gang members square in the chest.
A sharp, relentless crack rang out—bones shattered.
The two men spat blood, flew backward, and died mid-air, lifeless before they even hit the ground.
Mighty Tiger Fist—Tiger Descends from the Mountain!
With no pause, Lu Qing launched into motion again. His fists flew—two more gang members were sent flying, their bodies torn apart by the force of his blows.
Then, like a tiger among sheep, he moved without mercy.
Every punch—another death.
At first, the gang had tried to fight back, relying on their numbers.
But when they saw that each of Lu Qing’s strikes killed two men instantly, their resolve shattered.
In the blink of an eye, half their ranks were gone.
Even the Deputy Leaders—masters in their own right—could not withstand a single blow.
The survivors broke.
“Ah! Run! This guy’s not human!”
“Monster! A monster!”
“Mercy! Please, have mercy!”
The gang members were vicious—but not fools.
Seeing they had no chance, they fled or begged for mercy. No trace of their former arrogance remained.
But Lu Qing showed no pity for these depraved scum.
Whether they ran or knelt in prayer, he hunted them all down—each one struck down with a single, merciless punch.
Before long, the entire Black Wolf Gang had been wiped out.
Even the two other Jin Gu Jing Masters—Second and Third Deputy Leaders—were crushed by a single blow, their internal organs torn apart.
In less than a moment, the once-mighty, arrogant Black Wolf Gang had been annihilated by one man.
Beside him, Ma Gu and the others stood frozen in awe.
Xiao Tian and the others were speechless. Their eyes now held reverence—almost worship—for Lu Qing.
They had felt Black Wolf’s terrifying presence firsthand.
And yet, this youth had dispatched him with a single punch.
Just how powerful was Lu Xiao Langjun?
Even Ma Gu was shaken.
He knew Lu Qing’s strength. Not long ago, he’d watched with his own eyes as Lu Qing killed a mysterious martial cultivator at the stage of Bone Formation.
And even his blade had forced a Nei Fu Jing master to retreat in fear.
So when Lu Qing appeared, Ma Gu had already breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew their lives were safe.
With such strength, Lu Qing could stand even against a Jin Gu Jing Master like Black Wolf.
And that was before even considering his mysterious companion—some unseen being so potent it could kill even a Nei Fu Jing master without effort.
But he hadn’t expected this.
Just weeks after their last meeting—less than half a month—and Lu Qing’s cultivation had surged to a level even Ma Gu couldn’t fathom.
No sword drawn. No technique revealed.
Just one punch—shattering Black Wolf, the famed Jin Gu Jing Master of the county.
The speed of his growth left Ma Gu utterly stunned.
“Ma Ye,” Lu Qing finally turned to the group, “are you all alright?”
The Black Wolf had already expired during the massacre of his gang members.
“We’re fine, thanks to you, Lu Qing brother,” Ma Gu said, relief in his voice. “By the way… how did you find us?”
No one on their side had died.
The worst injury was a subordinate whose head had been split open by a flying stone—shattered when Black Wolf’s body collided with the rock.
“I was fishing with Xiao Yan by the river earlier,” Lu Qing replied. “I saw this group moving toward Big Market with such aggression. I worried something might happen, so I came to investigate.”
Ma Gu fell silent.
He knew Lu Qing loved fishing—had even spent a fortune on rare, high-end fishing hooks.
But the thought that Lu Qing had stumbled upon the Black Wolf Gang purely by chance while fishing…
He wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for their luck—or mourn the Black Wolf Gang’s misfortune.
“Ma Ye,” Lu Qing asked, glancing at the corpses scattered across the ground, “what should we do with these bodies?”
“Let Xiao Tian and the others handle it,” Ma Gu waved. “They’re used to it.”
Xiao Tian and the others: …
Ma Ye, please don’t make it sound like we’re murderers.
We’re only good at this because we helped Lu Xiao Langjun clear out that entire village last time.
But they dared not say it aloud—especially not in front of Lu Qing.
They could only grumble inwardly.
Standing before Black Wolf’s corpse, Ma Gu sighed deeply.
The man’s name had once carried weight in the county.
The Black Wolf Gang’s rise to power—becoming one of the three major factions—was almost entirely due to Black Wolf’s strength.
A Jin Gu Jing Master was a titan in any county.
Only the Wei Family and the County Magistrate’s office could claim with confidence they could overpower him.
And now—this mighty warrior—had been felled in a single strike.
“Lu Qing brother,” Ma Gu said, “you should’ve spared one alive. These people didn’t come here by chance. Someone must’ve sent them. Who’s behind this?”
“No need for that,” Lu Qing suddenly replied. “The one who sent them… has already arrived.”
Ma Gu froze.
“What?” he exclaimed.
But Lu Qing didn’t answer.
Instead, he turned toward a large tree a short distance away and called out clearly:
“Guest, you’ve been watching for a while. Won’t you step forward?”
Ma Gu spun toward the tree.
“Interesting,” a voice came from behind the trunk. “A mere Jin Gu Jing Master, yet you sensed my presence. Boy, just who are you?”
A figure emerged from behind the tree—tall, composed, clad in white robes, a jade fan in hand.
A white-clothed youth.
(End of Chapter)
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