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Chapter 89: Human Blood Buns, Child Demon Den
Chapter 89: Human Blood Buns, Child Demon Den
Shua!
Liu Ming turned toward the sound, his lips curling into a cold sneer when he saw Su Chen’s face. He’d thought some expert had arrived, but it was just a reckless youth.
“You can all attack together for all I care—I, Liu Ming, fear no one!” he scoffed, his laughter arrogant and dismissive.
Yet despite his bravado, his movements quickened noticeably at Su Chen’s arrival.
As Tian Yi moved to rescue his ally, Liu Ming seized the opening, darting forward like a shadow to intercept him. His Flowing Dragon Palm erupted midair, a storm of razor-sharp palm-force howling toward Tian Yi.
Caught off guard, Tian Yi scrambled to focus, but it was too late. Liu Ming’s technique was blisteringly fast, his form ghostlike. In an instant, he bypassed Tian Yi’s defense and struck him squarely.
“Vital Force? You’re a Vital Force Cultivator?!”
Tian Yi staggered, his face paling as blood trickled from his lips. His body buckled, half-kneeling as he stared at Liu Ming in disbelief.
Liu Ming sneered. “You didn’t even learn my strength before declaring you’d kill me. Are all the City Authorities this reckless? Too bad—it’s not you who’ll die today, but me who’ll kill you.”
He recognized Tian Yi’s identity but cared little. Even if he was a City Authorities enforcer, offending the Medicine Gang left room for survival. Offending Liu Ming? That meant annihilation.
Cough! Tian Yi coughed, lifting his gaze to Liu Ming, his eyes flickering with something unreadable.
Liu Ming moved to finish him, but suddenly, Tian Yi’s eyes shifted. A chill ran down Liu Ming’s spine—a deadly premonition. A split second later, a piercing whoosh erupted behind him.
“It’s you!”
Liu Ming leapt aside, twisting to see Su Chen’s shadow lunging from behind, a fist already swinging. Had he been a hair slower, it would’ve connected.
“Hmph. Seeking death!”
Liu Ming snarled, his disdain for Su Chen unwavering. Yet the provocation ignited his fury.
Tian Yi was already critically wounded, no longer a threat. If Su Chen insisted on dying first, so be it.
His hands blurred like twin vipers, coils of lethal intent spiraling outward.
Peng! Peng! Peng!
The two clashed in a flurry of motion before parting. Liu Ming skidded backward, his face darkening as he stared at Su Chen, shock creeping into his eyes.
“You’re also a Vital Force Cultivator?!”
Su Chen didn’t answer, launching another strike. From their brief exchange, he’d gauged Liu Ming’s strength—it was slightly above Guo Zhong’s. Ten moves, no more, and this would end.
Liu Ming’s expression twisted. He’d never expected the City Authorities to hide a Vital Force Cultivator. Worse, Su Chen’s strength far surpassed his own. The residual Vital Force gnawing at his insides felt like daggers to his organs. Every breath was agony. Continuing the fight meant death.
“Damn it!”
Cursing, Liu Ming retreated, abandoning the fight. His mind raced for an escape route.
But Su Chen was faster. As Liu Ming dodged, Su Chen closed in, his fist hurtling toward him. Liu Ming barely twisted aside, then flung a handful of lime from his sleeve.
A cloud of white powder erupted, blinding the area. Liu Ming’s ears sharpened, tracking Su Chen’s position through sound.
“Die!” he roared, his signature move—the lime was a prelude to a hidden dagger. His sleeve flashed, the blade fused to his arm like an extension, aimed straight at Su Chen’s heart.
Clang!
The sound froze Liu Ming. It wasn’t the dull thud of flesh—it was metal. Armor? Why hadn’t he sensed it earlier?
Before he could react, Su Chen’s iron grip clamped his wrist. A surge of power wrenched a scream from Liu Ming’s throat.
“Ahh!”
The cry betrayed his position. Su Chen pivoted, his palm smashing into Liu Ming’s crown. The lime settled like snow as Liu Ming’s body arced backward, crashing into a wall.
Hmph!
Hong Ming and the others, locked in battle nearby, had watched Liu Ming’s underhanded attack on Su Chen with bated breath. Now, seeing Liu Ming fall, their tension dissolved.
“Liu Ming is dead. Surrender, and you’ll live!” Tian Yi declared, his voice cutting through the chaos.
The Medicine Gang froze. Panic erupted. Some fled, but Hong Ming’s group swiftly subdued them, binding them in chains.
As the dust settled, Hong Ming approached Su Chen. “You’re unharmed?”
Su Chen shook his head. “I’m fine.”
Liu Ming’s tricks were shallow. Su Chen had closed his eyes the moment the lime flew, evading the trap.
“Chief, we found over a dozen large chests in the Courtyard of Shadows!” a subordinate reported.
“A dozen chests?”
The group exchanged glances. That many chests—how much wealth did this Medicine Gang outpost hoard?
“Let’s see.”
Tian Yi led them to the courtyard. When the chests creaked open, the sight inside turned their blood cold.
Dozens of bone-thin, desiccated child corpses lay stacked within—eyes gouged, limbs severed. A grotesque, horrifying tableau.
(End of Chapter)
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