772: Chapter 772: Take Responsibility for One’s Own Life and Death 772: Chapter 772: Take Responsibility for One’s Own Life and Death Zhao Heng in Capital City was hardly a bigwig.
But there’s a saying, “When you hit a dog, you have to look at its owner.”
He was the captain of the Qin Family’s guard, and the Qin Family was one of the four major families in Capital City.
Even the so-called “Four Lessers of Capital City,” like Su Wenyuan, had to be polite to him.
But Qin Yu, calling him “lackey” with every other breath, infuriated him.
His rage scorched within his chest; his fists clenched tightly, his face darkened as if water was about to drip from it.
“If you get beaten today, don’t go running to Dragon Gate for backup!”
Zhao Heng glared at Qin Yu, preemptively blocking any retreat with his words.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that shaless.
As long as you can bring down, I’ll take responsibility for my life or death!”
Qin Yu said indifferently.
Just last night, he learned a set of Seven Kills Sword Technique from Old Huang, ready to test its power on Zhao Heng today.
Though he didn’t use a real sword, Zhao Heng was no formidable figure anyway; a willow branch was enough to deal with him.
“Good, take this!”
Zhao Heng stepped forward, and the bluestone pavent let out a thump, still quite imposing.
A simple straight punch aid directly at Qin Yu’s face.
“Swoosh…..”
Qin Yu neither dodged nor evaded, but his hand snapped out the branch, which coiled around Zhao Heng’s wrist.
“Are you a child, fighting with twigs?”
Zhao Heng’s eyes held a trace of disdain, and he shook his wrist, ready to throw more force into his strike at Qin Yu.
However, the flexible willow twig in Qin Yu’s hands was incredibly agile, as if it had eyes of its own, gliding up his arm and aiming for his armpit.
A vulnerable spot lies beneath the human armpit, called “Ji Quan.” If hit, the victim can end up with half their body numb at best, or fainting from the heart palpitations at worst.
“Hmph!”
Zhao Heng knew the seriousness of this and didn’t dare let Qin Yu’s willow branch poke at his vital points; he quickly turned his punch into a claw, reaching for the branch.
Swoosh…
Qin Yu’s wrist flicked again, the willow branch flexibly changing directions once more, striking Zhao Heng’s neck with force.
Crack….
While the willow branch might look soft, it possessed incredible resilience, its power on par with a whip.
Suddenly, Zhao Heng felt a burning pain on his neck and, upon instinctive touch, found a swollen bloody mark.
“Lackey, you’re lucky I used a twig.
If it had been a sword, your head would have been relocated!”
Qin Yu said coolly.
He was even more pleased with the Seven Kills Sword Technique.
If he had used a Soft Sword, he could’ve slain Zhao Heng within three moves.
Keep in mind, his realm was compressed to Huajin while Zhao Heng was at Half-Step Pill Holding.
“What are you so smug about?
I was just careless before!”
Zhao Heng said stubbornly, his face flushed.
It looked like the rumors were true; this kid indeed only had the fighting power of Huajin.
Today, he had to seize the opportunity to teach him a lesson.
“Continue!”
Qin Yu knew Zhao Heng wasn’t convinced, and since he also wanted to practice the sword technique more, he used him as a live target.
“Hmph….”
This ti Zhao Heng was smarter, knowing that Qin Yu probably knew so sword moves.
He didn’t engage in close combat and instead, gathered a surge of energy and blasted it towards Qin Yu.
After breaking through to Half-Step Pill Holding, one could project their energy externally.
Boom…
Crack….
Qin Yu had compressed his cultivation, but his body, toughened by Shen Zhao Jing and True Qi, was far stronger than that of a genuine Huajin expert.
It was like in a ga, a high-level player, even stripped of all gear, still had their level and base attributes.
Ordinary low-level players couldn’t kill them.
Just a muffled noise, and Qin Yu remained unmoved, while the willow twig in his hand once again struck Zhao Heng.
This ti, it hit right between his brows.
As a bloody streak erged, it made Zhao Heng look like Erlang Shen with his third eye.
His heart filled with both shock and alarm, how was it possible this kid remained unhard by his own internal force?
Grinding his teeth, he unleashed a flurry of continuous attacks, throwing everything he had learned into the fray.
Bang bang….
Punches and kicks kept bringing up the sound of the wind, seemingly quite imposing.
Whoosh whoosh….
Qin Yu was calm and collected, easily parrying each move, clearly having the upper hand.
After a few minutes, Zhao Heng’s wrists and face had accumulated quite a few marks, and even his suit had beco tattered, hanging in strips, making him look extrely ragged.
“Last ti in East Sea, the explosion you caused might not have killed my father, but an innocent person died because of it.
Today, you must pay the price!”
Qin Yu discarded the willow twig, cracking his knuckles.
He actually preferred the feeling of fist to flesh.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.
If you’ve got the guts, show the evidence!”
Zhao Heng still denied it.
“I indeed have no evidence!”
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes.
So much ti had passed, and the evidence had long been eradicated by Qing Yi and the others.
But that didn’t an he would let Zhao Heng off the hook.
After a deep look at him, he finally said in a deep voice, “Justice resides in the hearts of people.
Today, I will seek justice for the deceased!”
“Seek your mother!”
Zhao Heng, in a fit of rage, rushed at Qin Yu with his fists swinging.
“Bang…crack….”
Qin Yu grabbed Zhao Heng’s wrist and kicked his shin.
“Ah….”
Zhao Heng scread in pain as his shin was brutally broken by Qin Yu.
“Stop it!”
Qing Yi slamd the table and stood up; Zhao Heng was her man, and she couldn’t just watch him get crippled by Qin Yu.
Perhaps Qin Yu was strong, but she herself was in the late phase of Half-Step Baodan, only a step away from the Pill Holding Realm.
She was absolutely capable of easily crippling him.
“Qing Yi, do you think I’m still the Qin Yu from half a year ago?
You can deal with with just one hand?”
Qin Yu had not forgotten how Qing Yi had humiliated him and his sister in the market.
“Hmph, let Zhao Heng go, and I’ll fight you!”
Qing Yi took off her cap and strode toward Qin Yu.
“You say let go?
I refuse!”
Qin Yu kept hold of Zhao Heng’s wrist, twisted it forcefully, then followed with a kick to his dantian.
“Pfft….”
Zhao Heng’s body trembled, his eyes wide with disbelief that he could be crippled by a Qin Yu with only Huajin-level combat power.
With his dantian shattered, he could only beco a cripple, never to use martial arts again.
“Qin Yu, you’ve got so nerve!”
Seeing Zhao Heng crippled, Qing Yi beca uncontrollably furious, sprinting swiftly and launching an airborne kick at Qin Yu.
“Whoosh….”
After all, Qing Yi was at the late phase of Half-Step Baodan.
If Qin Yu really was at the Huajin level, it would be sowhat challenging for him to contend with her.
With a flick of his toe, he caught the willow twig in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he aid for the deep parts of Qing Yi’s legs.
“Shaless!”
Qing Yi’s face turned red with anger.
Whether man or woman, injury to that area was fatal.
This guy was just too low, too vile—he actually stabbed at that place!
“What are you afraid of?
This willow twig isn’t as thick as a pounding pestle, you can take it!”
Qin Yu said slowly.
“You…..”
Qing Yi shuddered, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
But being mid-air, it wasn’t easy to change moves, so she had to fall quickly, launching another series of swift kicks.
“Stopped hurting so quickly?”
Seeing Qing Yi’s movents still quite agile, Qin Yu dodged while mocking her.
“Ahhhh…..”
Qing Yi’s nostrils were practically fuming.
She silently swore to herself that if she didn’t kill this damn brute today, she would not consider herself human!
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