Chapter 579: Chapter 575: The Mantis’ Highlight Mont
Seeing his leg bone exposed from the gaping wound, the Day Patrol Deity let out a terrified wail.
The fear that emanated from the depths of his soul intertwined with the searing pain, relentlessly corroding his sanity.
The man, who had once prided himself on his unyielding resolve, now exhibited a frailty that fell short of even a timid woman, his cries sharp and piercing like a pig being slaughtered.
Listening to the Day Patrol Deity’s wails, a trace of disdain flashed in the Mantis’s eyes.
“Pathetic!”
“You can’t even withstand this bit of pain, and you call yourself a man?”
The Mantis was utterly contemptuous of the Day Patrol Deity’s behavior.
In the Mantis’s view, wasn’t losing arms and legs commonplace for martial artists?
Did a grown man really have to shriek like this?
Even won giving birth in period dramas didn’t scream this loudly.
The Day Patrol Deity’s wailing irked the Mantis, her gaze growing colder.
The Mantis sidestepped, evading the red tassel spear thrust by Bird Beak.
Twisting her body, she flowed with the motion of the spear, closing the distance between her and Bird Beak.
Bird Beak was the Mantis’s greatest threat.
If given the chance, the Mantis would never miss an opportunity to kill Bird Beak.
Once Bird Beak was dead, the Day Patrol Deity—a worthless cripple—would be hers to tornt at will.
Currently, the Day Patrol Deity had been rendered useless: both legs crippled, leaving only his right arm barely functional. He posed no threat to the Mantis whatsoever.
In the Mantis’s mind, killing the Day Patrol Deity wouldn’t even be worth the effort.
Letting him live in agony, dying slowly amidst his tornt, was the harshest punishnt—a fate designed to make him regret standing against Princess Your Highness.
Faced with the Mantis’s charge, Bird Beak didn’t dare underestimate her.
With a surge of strength in her arms, the red tassel spear twisted, its tip bending into an unnatural angle aid directly at the Mantis’s back.
Listening intently, observing keenly—these were the basic skills of a martial artist.
Though badly injured, the Mantis was wholly focused on her duel with Bird Beak, employing absolute vigilance; she sensed the anomaly in her rear instantly.
Realizing she wouldn’t make it to Bird Beak in ti, the Mantis acted promptly.
Decisively abandoning her charge, she flashed back, swiftly retreating to maintain a safe distance and evading Bird Beak’s unpredictable spear strike.
The Mantis swiftly adjusted her breathing, her gaze coldly fixed on Bird Beak.
This Bird Beak, the pawnshop manager, was proving exceptionally troubleso to the Mantis.
Her skill far exceeded any other pawnshop manager the Mantis had ever encountered.
Bird Beak stared back viciously, her eyes brimming with anger and hatred.
It was this woman—the Mantis—who had slaughtered so many of her brothers.
And it was the Mantis who had disfigured her face, leaving her both scarred and broken.
Every scar healed, but they inevitably left marks.
Even costic surgery wouldn’t restore her face to its forr self.
What woman isn’t concerned about her appearance? Though Bird Beak might be a child of Jianghu, even a Jianghu woman has the right to care about beauty—she did, too.
Thus, Bird Beak’s hatred for the Mantis had surpassed the pain of losing family or a lover.
The Mantis must die; unless she were torn to pieces, Bird Beak’s resentnt would never be quelled.
Hummingbird wiped away the sweat streaming down her forehead, the constant trickle affecting her vision.
At that mont, a flash of cold light glead in Bird Beak’s eyes.
Her red tassel spear shot forward, her body following close behind as she lunged straight for the Mantis.
The Mantis had been keeping an eye on Bird Beak’s every move; as soon as Bird Beak acted, the Mantis responded.
Executing a tactical roll, the Mantis evaded the red tassel spear and used the montum to press closer to Bird Beak.
Bird Beak, discerning the Mantis’s intention, instantly shifted her tactics.
The red tassel spear transford into a staff, its shaft swinging toward the Mantis’s back.
The Mantis reacted swiftly. Hands pressed to the ground, she flipped into a handstand and kicked both legs toward the spear shaft.
This technique was called “Rabbit Kicking Eagle!”
Bird Beak hadn’t anticipated such an unconventional move; caught off guard, she failed to react in ti and was squarely struck on the spear shaft by the Mantis’s precision kick.
The Mantis used every ounce of her strength for this kick, aiming to disarm Bird Beak’s spear entirely.
Bird Beak, montarily thrown off, nearly lost her grip on the red tassel spear.
Even though Bird Beak’s reaction was swift, the impact sent the spear flying upward.
Seeing her opportunity, the Mantis seized the mont, leaping toward Bird Beak.
Finally, the chance had co—the Mantis would not let it slip away.
Watching the Mantis charge, Bird Beak panicked, realizing she wouldn’t have ti to redirect her spear for defense.
Reluctantly, Bird Beak abandoned the red tassel spear, opting instead to engage the Mantis in hand-to-hand combat.
Thirty years of fortune, thirty years of fate.
The tides of battle shifted in an instant.
Close combat was the Mantis’s specialty, and she imdiately seized the upper hand.
After a dozen exchanges, the Mantis managed to pierce several wounds into Bird Beak’s body.
The Mantis’s ferocity matched that of a predator—she fought with the rciless tenacity of soone who had killed her husband to achieve enlightennt.
Bird Beak’s face turned pale as despair clouded her eyes.
In close combat, she stood no chance against the Mantis.
The Mantis gave Bird Beak no respite, launching relentless attacks to inflict several more wounds.
Leaving herself montarily exposed, the Mantis thrust an attack at Bird Beak’s throat.
Seeing the opening, Bird Beak felt a surge of excitent.
This was her chance to turn the tide!
Bird Beak shifted swiftly, countering with a desperate move.
But she had played right into the Mantis’s hand.
This vulnerability was deliberately revealed as a trap.
The Mantis seized the mont, grabbing Bird Beak’s arms.
The razor-sharp finger covers bit into Bird Beak’s upper arms.
As Bird Beak struggled, the Mantis used the finger covers to slice through the flesh of her arms.
“Ah—”
Bird Beak let out a harrowing scream that echoed far through the desolate forest.
Her wails, like those of a ghost in the dead of night, were chillingly haunting.
With a cold laugh, the Mantis’s hands ford into the signature “Mantis Claws” and targeted Bird Beak’s throat.
“Thud—”
The dull sound of blades piercing flesh was followed by a sudden spray of blood.
Bird Beak’s eyes widened in shock, her expression frozen with defiance and despair.
The Mantis’s finger covers twisted inside Bird Beak’s neck, severing her arteries. Only then did the Mantis calmly retract her hands and deliver a single kick, sending Bird Beak’s body crashing to the ground.
“Pathetic. Even with a chance, you couldn’t do anything.”
The Mantis cast an indifferent glance at Bird Beak’s lifeless form.
This was a decisive victory for the Mantis.
One versus seven—she erged victorious, earning another glorious achievent for Seven Killings.
And among those she killed were seven top-tier fighters.
Notably, among them were Bird Beak and Day Patrol Deity, individuals who were elite even within their ranks.
Turning her gaze to the Day Patrol Deity, who lay on the ground still barely clinging to life,
the Mantis’s lips curled into a disdainful smirk. “Now it’s your turn, worthless scum.”
With cruelty gleaming in her eyes, the Mantis stepped closer to the Day Patrol Deity, a twisted expression plastered across her face.
Seeing the Mantis approach, the Day Patrol Deity’s expression twisted in terror—
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