Free Web NovelChapter 17: Chapter 17: Slaughter
"Assistant Priest, is Coach Su one of us now?"
Liu Shiyu was nestled softly in the Assistant Priest’s arms. Her right arm was draped around his neck, her fingers stroking his earlobe as she whispered, an expression of indescribable tenderness and sycophancy on her face.
"Haha, of course! I can feel that my Control sequence has already entered his body through the cigarette. The moment I activate the sequence, he’ll obey me like the most loyal slave."
"Just like this one next to me."
The Assistant Priest glanced at the Japanese man in a suit beside him, a wild, arrogant grin splitting his face.
"This time, I’ll definitely be able to take down that bastard Su Yu. The entire special department will be furious, won’t they?"
At this thought, he couldn’t help but burst into maniacal laughter. The sound echoed through the factory. The Spiritualist Followers in the back, who had been playing cards, knew that if this mission succeeded, they would certainly be rewarded. Perhaps they could even obtain a share of Extraordinary power from Him. Thus, they all began to congratulate him:
"You’re incredible, Assistant Priest!"
Hearing the compliments from his subordinates, he felt so pleased it was as if every pore on his skin was opening in delight, an indescribable feeling of comfort and satisfaction. Then, he heard Liu Shiyu, nestled in his arms, speak softly:
"So... when should we make our move?"
"We need to wait for the right moment. We can’t be like that stupid boar, Shen Li. He thought that just because he received His blessing and reached the peak of the first tier, he could go charging in all by himself. And what happened? He got intercepted and killed by some mysterious expert."
"This mysterious expert... even our Spiritual Sect can’t find any information on him. We must be cautious."
As the Assistant Priest spoke, he kneaded the roundness before him.
Outside the factory, a figure clung to a high window ledge like a large gecko, silently listening to the conversation inside.
He wore a Great Sage mask and held a wooden staff, clinging motionless to the ledge with one hand. His arm strength was shockingly immense.
The newcomer was Su Xing.
After leaving the factory, Su Xing had been filled with killing intent, but he wasn’t stupid enough to just kick down the main gate and charge back in.
So, Su Xing found one of the factory’s few windows, planning to find out what else they had to say.
But Su Xing had only been listening for a short while when the Assistant Priest inside the factory suddenly looked up. Outside the window, where there had been nothing before, a blurry shadow had appeared... It looked like a hand.
’A hand?’
At the thought, the hairs on his body stood on end, and he instantly roared:
"Who’s there!"
The shout startled Liu Shiyu in his arms, causing her to fall to the floor with a yelp. But the Assistant Priest paid her no mind, leaping to his feet and staring intently at the window.
BANG!!!
As his voice faded, the hand acted with incredible speed. The factory window shattered in an instant, and a blurry figure leaped through, falling from a great height yet landing steadily on the ground.
He slowly raised his head. The dim, yellow light of the setting sun shone through the broken window onto his Great Sage mask, creating a bizarre and surreal image for everyone present.
"I hear you’ve been looking for me?"
Su Xing said in a low voice. The deep sound echoed through the factory, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. ’This guy... where the hell did he come from!?’
However, this fear didn’t last long. Who among them hadn’t participated in a "filthy ritual"? They were all long accustomed to death; not one of them was a good person.
They all looked at Su Xing as if he were a dead man.
This guy’s entrance was shocking, but in the end, he was just one person. They knew that on their side, both their master, the Assistant Priest, and the expert he controlled possessed power far beyond that of ordinary people.
With two such people backing them up, they suddenly felt this intruder probably couldn’t stir up much trouble.
Only the Assistant Priest kept his eyes fixed on Su Xing. He replayed Su Xing’s last words in his mind over and over before finally speaking in a grave voice:
"You’re the one who killed Shen Li?"
He did his best to keep his tone calm, but Su Xing keenly detected the suppressed tension in his voice. Su Xing grinned, revealing stark white teeth, and said coldly in a low voice:
"If you’re talking about the big guy from that night, then yes, I’m the one who killed him."
The ice-cold voice made the Assistant Priest feel as if he had been plunged into a frozen cavern. It was like being targeted by a ferocious beast, and a bone-chilling fear crept into every fiber of his being. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
’This guy... is absolutely terrifying!’
According to the Spiritual Sect’s intelligence, they were almost certain this mysterious expert wasn’t from the special department. Honestly, the Assistant Priest had no desire to make an enemy of the man before him. His only goal was to capture Su Yu; there was no need to clash with other experts.
He had managed to climb his way up from an ordinary person to the position of Assistant Priest; he was no fool. Thus, he spoke with the utmost respect:
"Did that idiot Shen Li offend you, sir?"
"If that’s the case, the Spiritual Sect is willing to let the matter go. In fact, you could even join our sect as an honored guest. There should be no conflict between us. Everything that happened before was just a misunderstanding, right?"
At first, the others in the factory had thought Su Xing would be easy to deal with since he was alone. But seeing their Assistant Priest acting so respectfully, even a fool could see that this man had come alone because he had the confidence to back it up.
"Heh, offend me?"
"He didn’t offend me."
Su Xing chuckled and said lightly.
Hearing this, the Assistant Priest thought he could turn an enemy into a friend and quickly said:
"Then..."
"Would you feel offended by an ant clamoring mindlessly in front of you?"
Hearing Su Xing’s words, his hopes of turning an enemy into a friend were instantly shattered. A sallow, waxy pallor spread across his face; he was clearly livid.
The Assistant Priest never imagined the man before him could be so outrageously arrogant.
He thus abandoned any thought of recruitment and shouted sternly:
"Kill him!"
His tone was grim, radiating pure killing intent!
As his words fell, the pupils of everyone around him, including all the followers behind him, suddenly turned red. As if they were suddenly being controlled, they charged madly toward Su Xing.
Even though their hearts were filled with terror, their bodies moved like a fearless suicide squad.
Some of them were horrified. They never imagined that the Assistant Priest they had followed had been controlling them all along!
Liu Shiyu’s pupils also turned red.
She began to tremble all over, but she still slowly climbed up from the floor, about to charge at Su Xing. However, the Assistant Priest grabbed her and held her back, whispering softly:
"I’d still be upset if my toy got broken."
Seeing the Spiritualist Followers rushing toward him one after another, Su Xing’s eyes narrowed. With a single hand, he whipped the wooden staff he was holding! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
VMM!
The sound of a sword’s song suddenly rang out.
The staff in Su Xing’s hand was like a sharp sword, tearing through the air and leaving a white trail as it slashed straight into the followers at the front of the charge.
With a RIIIIP,
the upper and lower bodies of the front row of followers were abruptly severed.
They only felt a sudden loss of balance, as if they had been sent flying. Countless sprays of blood filled their vision before they fell mercilessly to the ground.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere.
SHING!
Just then, the blur of a blade sliced through the air, slashing straight for Su Xing’s chest with a sharp whistle as it cut through the air.
It was the Japanese man who had been standing next to the Assistant Priest.
He wielded a tachi, slashing at Su Xing with an extremely practiced downward cut. Faintly, Su Xing heard him mumble, "Sumimasen."
In his eyes, his slash—be it its power, speed, or timing—was absolute perfection. There was no way the man before him could dodge. The only path left was to be cut down and killed by his blade.
But the next moment, the expression hidden behind his sunglasses froze on his face.
Because Su Xing hadn’t dodged. Instead, he had chosen to counter with the exact same move: a slash!
The entire factory was bathed in a silver-white light from this one slash, as if a full moon had suddenly appeared in the sky.
More than twenty lines of snow-white sword light formed and arrived in an instant!
VMM!
Beneath the terrifying sword light, one gash after another appeared on his body, sending sprays of blood and chunks of flesh flying away from him to pool on the ground.
He stared at Su Xing in disbelief. He never would have imagined that he, a dignified peak first-tier expert, would be killed so cleanly and decisively by an opponent using his own move.
After just two strikes, the factory had become a living Hell.
Blood and ruptured organs were everywhere, filling the air with the pungent smell of iron. Liu Shiyu, who had never witnessed such a scene, couldn’t help but collapse to the ground and vomit.
Su Xing raised his blood-soaked wooden staff, pointed it at the last two people remaining, and said icily:
"Now it’s your turn."
