Chapter 72

Killing intent! This is not something that can appear casually. Killing intent, as the name suggests, only appears when someone takes a life, and it doesn't show up unless a significant number of lives have been taken. To have killing intent that others can sense, one must have taken many lives. Such people are quite common in war-torn places like the military world, where veterans and some generals exude strong killing intent. However, for it to appear in this world is a bit abnormal.

Although any conscious act of taking a life can gradually cultivate killing intent, some butchers also have it. However, the killing intent of butchers is chaotic and disorganized, making it useless for serious matters. The killing intent that He Ping felt from someone in the basement was very sharp and seemed to be controllable. This was definitely not the killing intent of a butcher; it was absolutely the result of taking human lives!

He Ping turned his head and looked in the direction where he sensed the killing intent, but it vanished in an instant. When He Ping turned back, he saw many people around. Since the person did not continue to release the killing intent, He Ping couldn't be sure who it was. However, no matter who it was, He Ping had finally found something interesting. He had always thought that the people in this world were not very powerful, but now it seemed that there were still experts, just deeply hidden.

"Interesting! So interesting!" He Ping's voice was distorted with excitement: "I thought the so-called Golden Dragon Gang was just a small mutual aid circle, and that you were just ordinary people. I didn't expect there to be experts hiding here, and someone with killing intent. How interesting! To be able to live well after killing in this world, I'm a bit excited. Whoever you are, come and fight me quickly!"

While He Ping was excited, the others were puzzled. What killing intent? What experts? What are you talking about? Do you think this is a movie set? Why are you spouting movie lines? And what do you mean by killing? We are all decent, law-abiding citizens. Besides work, we just come here to play. Being called the Golden Dragon Gang is already annoying enough; if this involves killing, how can we continue to have fun?

Seeing that the person did not take the initiative to attack, He Ping continued to attack others. It seemed that the person had decided not to confront He Ping directly but was looking for an opportunity to ambush him. However, it was clear that the person's control over the killing intent was still rudimentary. He couldn't hide the killing intent while ambushing, so He Ping just needed to wait for the killing intent to appear again and then capture it. He Ping was patient, but the other person was not, as the others were almost all defeated.

In a blink, only a dozen or so people were still standing and able to continue fighting, and the killing intent had not appeared again. Was it an illusion? Impossible! He Ping trusted his initial feeling. The killing intent had not reappeared because the person among the dozen had not found the right opportunity to use his strength. As soon as he fought with all his might, the killing intent would surely reappear.

No opportunity? He Ping's eyes lit up. If there was no opportunity, he would create one. With this thought, He Ping's movements did not slow down. He continued to attack, but during one attack, his movements were a bit exaggerated, and his back was completely exposed to the others. At that moment, the killing intent reappeared as He Ping had expected. Prepared, He Ping casually hit a billiard ball on the table with his cue, aiming it at the direction of the killing intent.

He Ping immediately turned his head. Although the killing intent disappeared quickly, he saw a figure dodging the billiard ball. It was the young man who had initially wanted to challenge He Ping but was held back by Uncle Long and later given some instructions. It was him! He seemed to be the strongest among them. Earlier, Uncle Long had let Old Bear test He Ping to ensure stability.

With a target, He Ping's movements accelerated. Before the person could find a new opportunity, He Ping had knocked down the others. Soon, the only ones still standing were He Ping, Dong Dapeng, Uncle Long, and a few young women who had not participated in the group fight, along with the person He Ping had targeted.

"It seems it's you! Come on, show me your full strength," He Ping said, casually throwing away the cracked cue and clenching his fists.

Seeing that he was the only one left, the person no longer hesitated. He clenched his fists, one in front and one behind, his back slightly bent, and his eyes fixed on He Ping. At this moment, He Ping also identified the source of the killing intent: the man's sharp eyes. Just being stared at by him made He Ping feel very uncomfortable, like a prey being watched by a hunter. However, this feeling did not scare He Ping; instead, it made him even more excited.

Both charged at the same time. The man, taking advantage of his longer arms and legs, began attacking when he was just one step away from He Ping. He used his hands and feet, punching, striking, kneeing, and kicking, with simple and effective movements that clearly followed a specific routine, unlike the random and wild techniques of the others. It was obvious that he had been trained, and based on these simple and practical moves, He Ping had a certain guess about his identity.

His combat strength was very strong. If it were the old He Ping, he might not have been a match without using excessive force and speed. But now, He Ping was a master of assassination weapons, including proficiency with gloves. Therefore, He Ping was not unfamiliar with close-quarters hand-to-hand combat. Even with his strength suppressed and his physique much smaller, he gradually took the initiative.

Finally, He Ping saw an opportunity. The man's punch was a bit exaggerated. Although he immediately realized his mistake and tried to correct it, He Ping did not give him the chance. He Ping leaped forward, quickly closing the distance, and in such a small range, the size of their physiques became irrelevant. He Ping swiftly attacked, using both his fists and feet. The man could not defend himself and was hit several times, forced to retreat step by step, almost unable to hold on.

Bang! Thud!

He Ping jumped and kicked the man's calf, taking advantage of his slight tilt to punch his stomach. This made the man bend over, and He Ping's fist grew larger in his eyes, stopping just a centimeter from his face. He could even feel the wind pressure from the punch, showing how powerful it was.

"Now, can we have a proper talk? Mr. Sniper!"

[PS: Third update of the day!]