System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Chapter 524: Chapter 293: Sir, Please Meet Your Death!? (Part 2)

The two fists had not yet landed, and between them remained a gap of three inches.

The intent of frost and that obscure and unclear force were grappling in mid-air, forming two semicircles, with the resultant ripples causing constant vibrations in the surroundings. The ground, paved with bluestone, was lifted piece by piece, the doors were torn to shreds by immense force, and the windows didn’t even hold for a moment before being torn from their frames.

Moreover, the wall cracked by their previous joint attack had its cracks rapidly spreading now.

With a resounding crash, the first wall was officially shattered, and before the ripples could spread further, the outcome between Chu Qing and this large triangle had already been decided.

One could see the frost Qi spreading fan-like, completely enveloping this large triangle within it.

The leading figure watched helplessly as his arm turned from black to frosty white, and ultimately, under Chu Qing’s vibrating force, the arm broke inch by inch, no longer capable of resisting the force of the punch and the cold.

This great triangle, formed by at least twenty to thirty people, finally collapsed under Chu Qing’s punch.

But this time, unlike the first, their posture was more pathetic, the injuries more severe, and a bone-chilling cold was rampaging through their meridians, causing them immense pain.

The leader, who stood aside silently commanding, merely furrowed his brows slightly:

"Such overbearing fist technique."

Chu Qing heard this but paid him no mind, instead reaching out towards the direction of the room.

The door was long gone, the walls shattered, and with Chu Qing’s reach, the saber placed beside the bed trembled, unsheathing with a clang, and flew directly into Chu Qing’s hand.

Looking up, the blade light spread in all directions, unfurling over a span of twelve yards, overwhelming the sky.

The leading black-clad figure’s pupils contracted sharply:

"Change formation, defend!!"

A group of black-clad figures, their meridians blocked by the Celestial Frost Fist, suffering intensely, nevertheless climbed back up from the ground, and changed formation!

A group of people rushed towards the leading black-clad person, layering themselves to protect him within.

Regardless of how the blade light swept horizontally, chopped vertically, slashed diagonally, fast or slow, straight or unconventional... it left the outermost few skilled in Protective Divine Skill in tatters, the inner layers slashed as flesh and blood flew.

They did not move a muscle.

Until Chu Qing’s move, "Heaven and Earth, Ghosts and Gods are All Helpless," reached its limit.

The group of black-clad men was all but dead and wounded.

Only the one among them, wrapped in a faint red glow.

Casually shoved away the last black-clad man protecting him behind, letting him fall to the ground, without sparing a glance.

Instead, he looked towards Chu Qing:

"Truly brilliant."

"... Do you know me?"

"The name of the Third Young Master is known far and wide in the Celestial Evil Cult.

"Prince Mu has always held you in high regard, truly not without reason."

The black-clad man slowly walked forward, reaching to undo a weapon from his back, unfolding it in his hand. With a click, the three-section staff’s spearhead formed into a long spear.

He held the spear, its tip slanting towards the ground:

"Although the Prince has ordered that if one encounters the Third Young Master, one should retreat.

"However, though the Prince’s status is revered, it does not extend to us.

"Moreover, the General has decreed, if one sees the Young Master, one should be swiftly killed!

"I must ask... Young Master, please meet your death!!"

As the words fell, Chu Qing slightly raised his eyes, seeing that black-clad figure standing there, yet as if stepping upon a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the oncoming killing intent was like a tidal wave, impacting one’s heart and soul.

In a transient moment, a slight red glow spread, manifesting behind him a ghostly image like that of a God of Slaughter.

The ghostly image stood over three yards tall, also holding a spear in its hand.

Its eyes emitted a blood-red glow, identical to that enshrouding the black-clad figure.

The overwhelming aura emanating from this black-clad figure, just from his might alone, surpassed that of Prince Xue!

Chu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly; this person was by no means an obscure underling of the Celestial Evil Cult. Possessing such Martial Arts, such demeanor, yet clearly not one of the Twelve Saint Kings.

Who exactly is this person?

In that fleeting moment, Chu Qing suddenly remembered.

Back then, Prince Xue had said that the Twelve Saint Kings were not the martial powerhouses within the Celestial Evil Cult...

But when Chu Qing had asked who the martial powerhouses were that she mentioned, she hadn’t answered.

One could only wonder, among those so-called martial powerhouses, whether this person was included?

And this "General" mentioned by him, who exactly is that?

All this time, Chu Qing knew the Celestial Evil Cult had Twelve Saint Kings, but never knew, there was actually a General?

What is the relationship between the General and the Sect Leader?

Thoughts rolled in his mind for just a moment, then at the next, the glaring point of scarlet blood was already coming towards his face.

Chu Qing swept his Single Saber, brushing aside the spearhead, yet unexpectedly, upon weapon contact, both slightly quivered.

The black-clad figure abruptly raised his head, looking at Chu Qing with eyes that now carried a trace of gravity, the surprise in his gaze was unmistakable.

And Chu Qing was also surprised by the depth of the other’s Inner Power... by the sound of it, this person wasn’t old, definitely not someone in their seventies or eighties who’s spent a lifetime cultivating. In his own case, due to having a system like a cheat, his progress was naturally far faster.

But how did the other party achieve such terrifying Inner Power?

Upon further thought, however, it no longer seemed surprising.

The Celestial Evil Cult had a multitude of techniques, even Wu Qianhuan had the Moon-Pointing Profound Skill to rapidly increase Inner Strength, so the fact that the Celestial Evil Cult might have some ability to allow one’s Inner Power to advance by leaps and bounds over a short time isn’t all that remarkable.

Not to mention, just take Seven Plum Manor’s Young Master Mei, wasn’t his Inner Power also extraordinarily profound?

As thoughts turned, the two figures had already clashed.

Tonight, Chu Qing had a fire in his heart. Although his earlier attacks had been somewhat calm, it was still not enough.

The person before him obviously seemed much more resilient, so he might as well fully let loose and have a go.

In an instant, spear shadows and blade edges intertwined, but every clash stirred up immense commotion.

At times the sword energy would slash, cutting through the entire house, at other times the spear tip would point, the ensuing gust piercing through walls dozens of yards away.

The layout within Heaven-Reaching Manor was ingeniously designed, yet under the confrontation between these two, it quickly turned into a dilapidated ruin.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged fifty or so moves, yet at this point, Chu Qing’s expression turned somewhat peculiar.

The person’s Inner Power was undoubtedly profound, and the God of Slaughter phantom behind him was connected to his vital energy, mutually complementing... Though it didn’t provide any protective effect, it greatly enhanced the power of his spear technique.

But the problem is... although his spear technique was proficient, it was far from being at the pinnacle of mastery.

Every movement, though indeed powerful, would occasionally falter, unable to retract as intended, and seemed somewhat clumsy and less fluid during sudden changes in technique.

For others, these slight flaws might not have mattered at all.

It could even be said, even if someone detected the flaws, confronting his formidable Inner Power would be challenging.

But for Chu Qing, this was a huge opportunity.

Casually slashing open, guiding the spear to come, yet unexpectedly, amid the flash of the blade, it vanished, followed by the sound of tearing as the blade brushed along the shaft, aiming directly at his right hand’s five fingers.

He hastily withdrew his palm, turning his body, raising the spear with one hand.

This move, called "Eagle Soaring in the Sky," was among the most sophisticated techniques of his "Blood Eagle Celestial Strike Thirteen Transformations."

It emphasized the unity of body and spear, force permeating throughout.

Yet he had assumed a defensive stance earlier, and during the practice of this spear technique, transitioning from defense would always have an imperceptible pause.

In past battles, he had used this, the pause was too brief, never once detected by others.

Now, pressed by Chu Qing, he released one hand, instinctively using this as the superior strategy to counter the enemy.

But as he redirected the spear, in that fleeting instant of pause, a chill suddenly emanated from his wrist.

He swiftly lowered his gaze to see Chu Qing’s blade had already cut into his wrist, penetrating less than an inch deep...

Not good!

As the thought crossed his mind, Chu Qing suddenly withdrew the blade, stepping back.

He paused, involuntarily raising his head to look at Chu Qing:

"What do you... mean by this?"

Meeting Chu Qing’s gaze, he found that Chu Qing’s eyes were shimmering with a faint blue glow.

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PS: Have things to do this afternoon, only updating one Chapter today, tomorrow will resume regular updates...