One Man, One Blade, Alone Against a Hundred Japanese Pirates

Meanwhile, at the Hundred Households Office in Luoshui City's western district.

The arrest operation Shen Qing had arranged had already been completed to perfection. Fang Ming, Ding Yi, and the others had swept in with lightning speed, capturing every person on the list.

One prisoner after another was escorted into the dungeon. Fang Ming patted a lieutenant on the head and pointed at a half-dead prisoner behind him.

"What happened? If you could capture them, go a little easier on them. These might all be Japanese pirates. Interrogate even one out of them, and that's merit."

The lieutenant scratched his head. "Sir Banner Commander, this brat was vicious. He even tried to kill us."

"None of you were hurt, right?"

The lieutenant shook his head. "We're fine. We just couldn't hold back and beat this brat into this state."

Fang Ming patted his shoulder. "Well done. Go get some medicine from logistics and feed it to him. He dared fight back? Before he's tasted every torture, he'd better not think about dying."

Just then, Zhang Shan's voice came from behind Fang Ming.

"Well, Fang Ming, are you celebrating the New Year? You caught so many people all at once?"

After considering it for a moment, Fang Ming decided to tell Zhang Shan what had happened.

Zhang Shan's face was full of shock. "So these are all Japanese pirates?"

"Not all of them. Some should have been colluding with the Japanese pirates."

Zhang Shan wore a look of utter anguish, his tone filled with pain. "You really are having a New Year!"

Fang Ming's grin could not be suppressed at all. "Hehe, it's all thanks to Lord Shen's brilliant methods. Small fry like us are just benefiting from his glory."

"By the way, why does Lord Zhang have time to visit us today?"

Zhang Shan stared longingly at the prisoners being escorted in one after another and answered absentmindedly.

"A case has stumped me. I came to see whether your Hundred Households Office had any good ideas. Where's your Hundred Household? Is he inside?"

"No. Our lord went to White Cherry Villa. According to the Japanese pirates' descriptions, that place seems to be their stronghold?"

Zhang Shan's expression changed. "Shen Qing went alone?"

"Isn't this nonsense? White Cherry Villa has nearly two hundred people, with three or four even in the Xiantian Realm."

"Quick, quick, quick! Notify the city defense troops—forget it, there's no time."

"Fang Ming, bring several dozen men with you. Together with my hundred men, that should be enough."

"Set out at once and support Shen Qing!"

At the northern end of White Cherry Villa, several Japanese pirates gathered in a room, drinking and boasting.

"Do you remember the Zheng family from Eastern Suburb Town? I'm telling you, when I went to town yesterday, they were still deeply grateful to me and even wanted to treat me to a meal."

The others burst into laughter. "Didn't the family head's wife and daughter die by your hand? They were still grateful to you?"

"What the hell do you know? Eastern Suburb Town's constable chief was replaced by one of our own long ago. We just made up a few lies, and the Zheng family believed us. They really thought I was a good-hearted man who returned the corpses. I've already raked in a hundred taels of silver before and after."

"Is that true? Then I'll have to find time to visit Eastern Suburb Town too."

Everyone in the room laughed loudly, their eyes brimming with lecherous intent.

Just then, the room's door was kicked open. The newcomer looked flustered.

"You're still drinking? The warehouse is on fire!"

The drunken haze in the Japanese pirates' minds faded somewhat. They hurriedly rose, grabbed their weapons, and rushed toward the warehouse.

The same thing happened throughout the villa. The Japanese pirates stationed around the perimeter saw the flames and all ran inward.

Before long, more than a dozen Japanese pirates had arrived, while more continued to pour in behind them.

"Bastard! Which bastard was guarding the warehouse today? If anything happens to the warehouse, we'll all have to commit seppuku!"

"Quick! Put out the fire!"

A Japanese pirate came running over with a bucket on his shoulder. He aimed at the burning warehouse and was about to hurl the bucket inside.

Suddenly, a silver figure descended from above the warehouse. The silver Flying Fish Robe rustled in the fierce wind, and a flash of azure light swept down across the Japanese pirate.

A line of blood slowly appeared. The next moment, both the bucket and the Japanese pirate were cleaved in two.

Everyone present was horrified by the sudden scene.

"Imperial Guards?"

Although Shen Qing's Flying Fish Robe was already stained with blood, the nearest Japanese pirate still recognized it.

"You know your stuff, but unfortunately, there's no prize." Without even turning his head, Shen Qing swept out a fist and blasted away half the Japanese pirate's skull. Red and white matter splattered everywhere. Only his mouth remained, opening and closing ceaselessly, as though he had not noticed that his head had been blown apart.

The remaining Japanese pirates panicked at once. Fear surged from their hearts. Instinctively, they wanted to flee, feeling that they were simply no match for Shen Qing even in a single exchange.

At that moment, cries of battle rang out. Another dozen or so Japanese pirates came charging over noisily, blades in hand.

At this moment, those Japanese pirates felt like they could do it again.

If more than ten couldn't kill you, what about thirty?

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Shen Qing snorted coldly and slashed out. A savage strike condensed from true qi cleaved three Japanese pirates in half, even carving a huge mark into the warehouse wall behind them.

He threw a punch, accompanied by what seemed like the roar of dragons and elephants. One Japanese pirate was smashed into pieces.

Shen Qing became a nightmare phantom. Every time he appeared, he took another Japanese pirate's life.

Those Japanese pirates were either cleaved in half or smashed into chunks by his fist shadows.

Since arriving in this world, this was Shen Qing's first time completely letting loose in slaughter, without having to worry that there would not be enough to kill.

White Cherry Villa had been established for at least a dozen years. They had prepared for this plan for at least ten years. These soybeans were their ultimate achievement, and this warehouse was their lifeblood.

Setting this warehouse ablaze meant burning their lives. Like moths to a flame, they would keep rushing here.

And Shen Qing only had to do one thing: become the god of death and grant these Japanese pirates death.

Shen Qing grabbed one Japanese pirate by the wrist with one hand, violently swung him up, and used him as a hammer to smash another Japanese pirate.

Bang!

Both Japanese pirates were smashed into minced flesh.

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Incomplete corpses littered the ground beneath Shen Qing's feet. Blood continuously dripped from Qing He's blade onto the ground. Fierce flames rolled across Shen Qing's face, making him seem utterly terrifying in the eyes of these Japanese pirates.

Shen Qing tilted his head back slightly, immensely enjoying the feeling of slaughtering wildly and strengthening himself.

In the distance, cries of battle rose again. More Japanese pirates came charging over with blades, and this time there were more than thirty of them.

It seemed Shen Qing had still underestimated White Cherry Villa. He had initially estimated there were only a hundred people, but now it appeared there might be far more.

Shen Qing laughed wantonly and raised Qing He toward the Japanese pirates, his dominance fully on display.

"Come! Come! Come!"

This furious roar seemed faintly accompanied by the sound of dragons and elephants, shaking the minds of the Japanese pirates and making them halt, too afraid to advance.

Though these Japanese pirates were beasts, they still feared death. Gradually, they began to think of retreating.

But the arrival of a short Japanese pirate blocked their path of retreat. He appeared to be a minor leader.

He cut down a fleeing Japanese pirate with one slash, then roared angrily.

"Where do you think you're going? Are you betraying the Emperor?"

"Get up there, all of you! He's only one man. His true qi will run out eventually."

"Whoever kills him will be rewarded fifty taels of gold and allowed to return to his homeland."

Shen Qing raised an eyebrow. He had killed too many minor monsters, and now an elite monster had appeared. Then he sneered.

"You beasts born of sows have a homeland too?"

The short Japanese pirate's face darkened, and he shouted.

"Charge!"

Following the Japanese pirate's command, thirty Japanese pirates roared aloud, carrying a trace of longing amid their despair.

They were desperate because they would die if they advanced, and they would die if they retreated. Yet they yearned to be the one to claim those fifty taels of gold.

Shen Qing glanced at the enormous boulder beside him, more than three meters tall, then casually planted Qing He into the ground.

All the Japanese pirates present watched in stunned silence as Shen Qing forcibly lifted the three-meter boulder.

"Is he even human?"

One Japanese pirate's voice trembled violently.

Then, terror filled every Japanese pirate's eyes as they saw Shen Qing leap high into the air while holding that massive boulder, crashing toward them.

The Japanese pirates completely broke down. They threw their weapons aside and turned to flee.

"Trying to run? Too slow!"

Several Japanese pirates watched in despair as a shadow rapidly expanded beneath their feet.

Bang!

Blood splashed everywhere. Of course, only blood remained; the rest had long since become a lump of meat paste.

The other Japanese pirates had no time to feel fortunate, because in the next moment, Shen Qing grabbed the boulder and began spinning it.

Like a giant windmill, it sent every Japanese pirate flying in a spray of broken bones and flesh, decorating that boulder windmill with a vivid streak of red.

The Japanese pirates rushing over from afar were so frightened that their souls nearly fled their bodies. Save the warehouse? Rescue their comrades? They had long forgotten all of it and turned to run.

The corners of Shen Qing's mouth rose slightly. The boulder in his hand flew out like a spinning discus, accurately smashing the fleeing Japanese pirates into meat paste.

Trying to run? Today, every single one in White Cherry Villa—

Would die!!!