Chapter 94 of 100

Chapter 94

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Yuren Yan slowly said, "It seems you didn’t take my words to heart. I told you, the next time we meet, I will kill you."

Qianye frowned, slowly took off his backpack, and casually threw it to the side. He then placed the assault rifle at his feet and stood still, saying to Yuren Yan, "I didn’t expect you to be so impatient."

"Just passing by. But since I ran into you, I can’t pretend I didn’t see you. So it’s all fate, I guess. Do you want a few minutes to write your will?"

"The word 'will' has never existed in my vocabulary. Perhaps you might find it useful." Qianye drew a military knife from the sheath at his waist. The blade still shimmered with silver light, the silver liquid from the battle with the vampires a few nights ago not yet used up.

Yuren Yan glanced at the blade and gave a chilling smile, saying, "Aren’t you afraid of cutting yourself with that knife?"

"Thanks for the reminder." Qianye took out a pair of black tactical gloves, put them on, and then gripped the military knife firmly.

"If you’re willing to come back with me..."

Qianye immediately interrupted him, "Absolutely not!"

"I wouldn’t recommend it either. Then, let’s start!" Yuren Yan’s arms trembled, and two handleless narrow short knives slid into his hands from his sleeves.

Qianye took a deep breath, stepped back half a step, and when his left foot landed, the ground made a muffled thud, as if the entire alley shook. The ground beneath Qianye’s feet cracked and extended outward.

Surprise flashed in Yuren Yan’s eyes as he gained a new understanding of Qianye’s Origin Force strength. His figure darted forward, lunging diagonally to seize the initiative. His hands swung heavily, a cold light flashing between his fingers, aiming straight for Qianye’s neck.

Qianye took a step back, stood still, and raised his left arm to block the attack. His right hand, holding the military knife, flashed like lightning, counterattacking Yuren Yan’s chest!

This was a strategy of mutual destruction. Yuren Yan’s tall figure suddenly twisted in an impossible angle, stepping back several meters to avoid Qianye’s counterattack. Qianye did not pursue, but stood still, waiting quietly.

Yuren Yan paused for a moment, then pounced again, retreated, and attacked once more.

The two alternated between engagement and separation. Yuren Yan’s movements were extremely swift and bizarre, his long limbs making him resemble a giant spider, giving him a natural advantage in reach.

Qianye stood firmly in place, his legs slightly apart, adopting a relaxed and waiting stance. He did not initiate attacks, but whenever Yuren Yan pounced, he immediately countered with a strategy of mutual destruction.

Occasionally, they would engage in direct combat, and the results were often evenly matched, which surprised Yuren Yan even more.

Suddenly, Yuren Yan circled around Qianye like the wind, his two knives dancing in his hands. In the night, the cold glint of the blades formed a blur, like a swarm of butterflies descending, leaving dozens of wounds of various sizes on Qianye’s body in an instant! The more he fought, the more excited he became, emitting sharp whistles involuntarily!

Qianye remained silent, his face expressionless, as if the wounds were not on his own body. He maintained a steady rhythm of counterattacks, each strike fast, accurate, and ruthless, without any unnecessary flair. This was the essence of combat training: being faster, more accurate, and more ruthless than your opponent. Achieve these three points, and winning is hard to avoid.

Graduates of the Netherworld Academy, as long as they haven’t fallen, have the potential to deliver a fatal blow to their opponent.

Yuren Yan had struck Qianye with dozens of cuts, while Qianye had only returned two, one piercing Yuren Yan’s abdomen and the other nearly severing his left hand.

The fight in the alley had attracted the attention of many people. Several mercenaries gathered at the alley entrance, looking inside and laughing, clearly quite drunk.

Yuren Yan’s pupils turned into dangerous vertical slits. He suddenly abandoned Qianye and rushed into the group of mercenaries like the wind, his two knives slicing in a whirlwind. A light arc expanded and contracted in the air, enveloping all the mercenaries!

Blood, flesh, and limbs were suddenly scattered in the whirlwind. In a single breath, Yuren Yan had dismembered these mercenaries!

A wave of screams erupted on the street, and people quickly retreated. Among the mercenaries were two Level 2 warriors, yet they were shredded in the blink of an eye! If Yuren Yan took a dislike to someone, who could stop him?

After slicing several people, Yuren Yan’s mood seemed to improve. He shook the blood and flesh off his knives and turned back towards Qianye. Qianye’s left hand moved, and he had already drawn the Butcher.

"Is a gun useful in this kind of fight?" Yuren Yan sneered.

But he soon stopped laughing. Qianye did not fire at this distance; instead, they engaged in close combat again. However, in the heat of battle, Qianye’s wrist moved, and the Butcher roared, spewing a yellow light that hit Yuren Yan’s thigh, immediately reducing his speed by thirty percent.

Yuren Yan was also skilled in close combat with a gun, but in this fight, he discovered that he was far inferior to Qianye in this aspect. Qianye wielded the Origin Force gun with incredible skill, using it to bash and stab, often pulling back the Origin Force just as he was about to fire.

Qianye was like a highly resilient spring; the harder he was pressed, the stronger his rebound. The gap in combat skills between the two gradually became apparent.

Qianye remained calm and steady throughout, maintaining the same level of performance regardless of his injuries. Yuren Yan, however, began to show signs of strain after being injured, especially in his legs and hands, which were significantly affected.

"Aren’t you in pain?" Yuren Yan couldn’t help but shout.

"I treat this body as if it’s not mine," Qianye responded coolly, suddenly slashing his knife just past Yuren Yan’s nose. If Yuren Yan hadn’t already changed his stance, he would have been hit.

"Freak! Lunatic!" Yuren Yan knew how painful Qianye’s injuries were, so he couldn’t help but curse.

"Thank you for the compliment," Qianye replied sincerely, then suddenly bent backward, picking up the assault rifle and swinging it like a club, nearly hitting Yuren Yan’s back of the head.

Yuren Yan and Qianye exchanged a few more wounds, then suddenly retreated, increasing the distance between them. Yuren Yan looked down at his abdomen, where there were two deep cuts, one of which had severed his intestines. He took a deep breath, his abdominal muscles contracting to temporarily seal the wounds.

He gave Qianye a deep look and said, "Next time, you won’t have such luck."

"Is there going to be a next time?" Qianye frowned.

"Of course! It’s an order, and I am a soldier." Yuren Yan finished speaking and turned to leave.

Qianye remained standing in place, watching him go.

When he left the alley, Yuren Yan retracted his short knives into his arm sleeves and suddenly held two new military-style short blades, which seemed to dance in his fingers with a life of their own.

The short blades glinted with a deep silver light, clearly made of mithril! If he had used these weapons in the fight with Qianye, Qianye, who had already become a vampire, would not have lasted as long.

Similarly, if Qianye had twisted his blade when piercing Yuren Yan’s abdomen, he would have shredded half of Yuren Yan’s intestines. The current quick in-and-out wounds were not considered serious for Yuren Yan, who was already at Level 6.

The two seemed to have some unspoken understanding, fighting to the death yet holding back. However, what would happen the next time they met was anyone’s guess. Qianye’s strength lay in long-range sniping, while Yuren Yan excelled in stealth and ambush. They were not meant to engage in close combat.

But as Yuren Yan said, it was an order, and he was a soldier. Qianye had also been a soldier, so he understood the weight of those words.

Qianye stood still for a moment, healing his wounds, then picked up his backpack and assault rifle, and slowly walked out of the alley.

Just as he stepped out of the alley, a mercenary suddenly reached out to stop Qianye, shouting, "Stop!"

Qianye turned to see several mercenaries gathered at the alley entrance, and more were approaching from a distance. The one who had stopped him was a Level 3 warrior.

"What’s the matter?" Qianye replied coldly.

"Tell me! Is the guy who killed our people just now related to you?" the mercenary demanded. Seeing more of his comrades arriving, his courage grew. Besides, Qianye appeared to have only ignited three nodes, making him the same level as the mercenary.

Qianye was somewhat puzzled. After seeing Yuren Yan’s display, did these mercenaries really dare to cause trouble? Yuren Yan, at Level 6, should have already reached the rank of major in the expeditionary force. Just his status alone would be enough to crush these mercenaries.

But looking at the mercenaries’ eyes, Qianye suddenly understood. They were staring at his assault rifle and the Butcher, their eyes filled with greedy heat.

Qianye suddenly drew the Butcher, reversed the grip, and offered it, saying, "This gun seems to have been used by that person."

The mercenary, not expecting Qianye to be so accommodating, immediately reached out to take it, saying, "Then I’ll take it back for inspection! We are the Rampaging White Bear Mercenary Group..."

The mercenary didn’t finish his sentence and didn’t even touch the Butcher.

Qianye’s wrist flicked, and the steel-reinforced handle of the Butcher smashed into the mercenary’s face!

With a crisp crack, the mercenary’s face caved in, and he fell backward without a sound.

The Butcher spun in Qianye’s hand, and the barrel pointed at the group of mercenaries.

Qianye said coldly, "Who else wants to step forward?"

The mercenaries, pointed at by the clearly loaded Butcher, turned pale. At such a close distance, the Butcher’s power was enough to shatter their armor and bodies into pieces. Moreover, the squad leader, a Level 3 warrior, had been knocked out in one hit, and his condition was unknown. What could they, Level 1 and 2 warriors, do?

However, the overwhelming numbers made the mercenaries reluctant to give up. They slowly surrounded Qianye, blocking his path. The Butcher was powerful, but it couldn’t fire continuously. Once the first shot was fired, it would be useless, no different from a blunt weapon.

The Level 3 Butcher pistol, the Level 2 assault rifle, and Qianye’s bulging backpack were all visible benefits that occupied the mercenaries’ thoughts. In the city, they were mercenaries, but outside, they could become bandits. But if they could get a Level 3 Origin Force gun, they might as well be bandits in the city.

However, these mercenaries didn’t know that Qianye’s heart was racing, exceeding 300 beats per minute! The frantic beating made Qianye feel dry-mouthed and extremely restless, as if a fierce beast inside him was roaring, trying to break free and return to the world!

Not far away were the blood pools and body parts left by Yuren Yan’s dismemberment of the mercenaries. The strong scent of blood lingered in Qianye’s nose, like a beautiful woman enticing a long-starved man. Qianye’s breathing became slightly heavier, and his fingers trembled slightly. This was a tiny change, but only his long-time classmates from the Netherworld Academy would know how rare it was for him to show even a hint of unease before a fight.

Qianye looked at these mercenaries like a pack of lambs. He was very thirsty, not just in his throat, but in every part of his body, which burned with pain. Qianye wanted to pin them down, drink their fresh, boiling blood, and make them understand what true pain and despair were!

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