Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Torturous Slaughter

The blood of the waves slides through the air, forming the shape of a morning glory, while the cries outside the window conceal a joyful melody.

Su Changxing had a dream where he was very powerful. With one strike, he sliced off a person’s head, as easily as cutting tofu.

The situation reversed again.

Everyone looked at Su Changxing standing in the rain of blood.

“How is this possible?”

The pale-faced young man looked astonished, not understanding how Su Changxing broke free from his companion’s sacrificial ability. Even if he was caught by it, he would have no ability to resist.

While he hesitated, Su Changxing transformed into a black shadow and rushed towards him, instantly appearing in front of him.

So fast.

The pale-faced young man’s heart trembled, clearly feeling that Su Changxing’s speed was out of the ordinary, beyond the normal range.

Speed is not just about pace but also power; a bullet fired at supersonic speed can penetrate several millimeters of steel plate in an instant.

Su Changxing’s speed made it difficult for him to evade; the pale-faced young man had no choice but to raise his long knife to block, forming a perfect unity of weapon and body, like a solid door.

With the clang of metal collision, he felt a mountain-like power surging from the long knife; the weapon didn’t leave his hand, but his body was sent flying.

The door shattered.

The pale-faced young man gasped heavily, squatting to the ground, the solid aura dissipating.

He looked somewhat despairingly at Su Changxing, who once again charged like a ghost.

Their levels were completely different; the opponent’s power was a whole grade higher.

When the power balance is overwhelming, it’s hard to compensate with skills.

He desperately wanted to escape but had no chance; Su Changxing’s speed was too fast.

Only a desperate fight remained.

But it wasn’t completely hopeless; he noticed Su Changxing’s eyes were shut tight, seeming to be in some strange status, moving with a directness.

The pale-faced young man swung his knife in a strange stance, slashing diagonally at Su Changxing, forearm moving left, upper arm right, the blade vibrating in the air like a continuously opening and closing door.

This strike would greatly increase his power, but the drawback was his body couldn’t move while swinging the knife.

Su Changxing didn’t meet the blow directly but dodged sharply to the left, deftly evading it, then reversed with a stab at the pale-faced young man.

His chest was pierced by the blade, the young man half-kneeling on the ground, body rigid, tongue felt bitter and dry, seeing death gradually approaching.

The combat instinct of the boy before him was frightfully horrific; he only dodged midway through the knife swing.

This made adjusting the knife’s trajectory impossible.

Su Changxing twisted the knife to withdraw, creating a wringing effect, pulling out a large amount of flesh and blood.

The young man seemed emptied out, kneeling heavily, spleen shredded, intense pain rendering him rigid.

Huang Biao looked utterly shocked; Su Changxing’s power surpassed his imagination. To think, that pale-faced young man could single-handedly battle seven or eight of them head-on but was defeated by Su Changxing in one face-off.

······ No wonder he could defeat that monster from the police station.

Everyone felt a sense of unreality; they thought they were doomed, yet in a flash, that murderer was subdued.

It was like moving from hell to heaven.

Huang Biao sat down heavily, laughing, “Haha, damn, Su Changxing you’re remarkable.”

Many people displayed a post-crisis relief.

A young man wearing a thick vest knelt on the ground, joyful tears streaming, “We actually won, we won······”

Zhu Xin Xue, hiding at the stairway, also breathed a sigh of relief, her heart relaxing, she walked inside.

Just as everyone exhaled in relief, thinking it was over, Su Changxing drew out the steel saber and stabbed once more, this time at the lung instead of the spleen.

No one found this odd; the enemy wasn’t dead, ensuring the kill was normal.

But when Su Changxing stabbed the third time, it appeared strange, well, missed the vital spot, still understandable.

The next moment, Su Changxing continued with a fourth stab…

The pale-faced young man struggled weakly on the ground, the severe pain immobilizing him, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Due to his rank, his life force was strong, these injuries weren’t enough to kill him instantly.

“Ah······”

The steel saber was pulled out again, he screamed out, “If you can······”

The voice halted abruptly; the steel saber once more stabbed into his abdomen.

Everyone watching felt chills.

After dozens of stabs, the pale-faced young man’s breath finally extinguished completely, the screams ceased, and Su Changxing’s actions stopped.

Su Changxing stood in place, stunned for over ten seconds, suddenly took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

It was quiet all around; he saw the pale-faced young man lying in a pool of blood, abdomen gaping with numerous holes.

“Dead? Who was so ruthless, it seems like being tortured to death.”

He looked around, noticing Huang Biao and others watching him quietly, wondering if perhaps he himself was the killer.

That masked man must have used some method, putting him into a state of sleep where he knew nothing, only vaguely dreaming of killing two people.

Huang Biao walked over, looked at the brutally killed young man on the ground, and said, “Brother, what happened to you just now? Felt like your status was off. Anyway, I’m glad we had you; this person was truly perverse, I almost couldn’t hold on.”

Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, “A bit overly excited, lost control of emotions. But your injuries are serious, do you have medication?”

Huang Biao’s chest had two deep knife wounds; if the wounds got infected, it would be troublesome.

Huang Biao glanced at his wounds, not overly concerned:

“I’m not too worried; the issue is mainly with others. If injured, antibiotics are needed, or they could easily die of sepsis, but we haven’t looted much medicine.”

Huang Biao likely felt he had powerful recovery ability, so he wasn’t too worried about the injuries.

Su Changxing noticed a dark red crystal emerging from the young man’s corpse, gradually forming an oval shape, picking it up to examine it in his palm, carrying a hint of warmth, utterly different from the previous crystal.

Huang Biao curiously asked, “What’s that? Came from his body?”

Su Changxing shook his head and said, “I don’t know, but it should be related to his ability. You can try eating it, perhaps you’ll gain the same ability.”

It’s also Su Changxing’s speculation on the crystal, although without evidence.

Huang Biao eyed the red crystal, swallowing hard, shaking his head, “Forget it, it doesn’t look edible. I’d like to stay alive.”

He realized Su Changxing likely knew some hidden truth, pondering and asking:

“Do you know why he wanted to kill us? Seems unreasonable, people of their power shouldn’t lack resources.”

Su Changxing glanced at Huang Biao and whispered, “He likely doesn’t belong to us, maybe he’s a survivor from this world.”

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