I Didn't Expect You To Be So Weak

Su Que killed Fan Wuyang in almost a single breath.

The moment Fan Wuyang shouted his two subordinates' names, the White Lotus Sect disciples inside the inn were already alerted.

But when they stepped out of their rooms and looked toward the latrine, they saw no sign of Su Que.

All they could see were the two corpses outside the latrine.

And Fan Wuyang's feet, sticking out from inside.

The White Lotus disciples came down from the inn, one after another, and walked to the backyard, where they saw Fan Wuyang in the latrine.

His face was caved in, crushed to pieces.

His right arm was twisted beyond recognition.

The sight left the White Lotus disciples stunned.

"Who... who the hell did this?!"

The White Lotus disciples were utterly dumbfounded.

The attacker had not only smashed Fan Wuyang's skull to bits but had also twisted the hand he had trained with "Yin Wind Claw" into such a grotesque shape!

"Jie... Brother Jie, what do we do now?"

One White Lotus disciple, panicked, stammered as he asked a man named "Guan Jie."

This Guan Jie was senior in rank and the strongest among the White Lotus disciples present.

With Fan Wuyang dead, he became the leader of this group.

"What else can we do?"

Guan Jie frowned as he replied:

"If someone can kill Hall Master Fan, the rest of us probably aren't a match for him either!"

"Since this person doesn't seem intent on coming after us yet, let's get out of here fast!"

"Jie... Brother Jie, should we collect Hall Master Fan's body?" another lackey asked.

Guan Jie started walking away as he said:

"Collect what body! If we die, there won't be anyone to collect ours!"

The other White Lotus disciples found this reasonable and followed Guan Jie, leaving only Fan Wuyang and the two disciples' corpses behind.

A moment later, one White Lotus disciple came back, his hands quickly patting down the bodies of Fan Wuyang and the two disciples.

After searching all three, he muttered: "How come everything on them is gone? Did that guy kill them just because he was broke?"

Grumbling, he left in disappointment.

Late at night.

The White Lotus disciples hastily packed their bags and left the inn.

Afraid that the killer of Fan Wuyang might decide to come after them, they avoided the main road and took a side path instead.

Before long, they followed the path through a forest.

This forest was called "Slope Wind Forest," over twenty li from Jade Water City, with a small hill beside it.

The strongest among them, Guan Jie, was only a Second Blood Muscle Refining martial artist.

Though his body was tough, he hadn't trained his internal organs, so he couldn't see clearly in the dark.

Let alone the weaker White Lotus disciples.

Their footsteps rustled through the dirt, dead leaves, and dry twigs as they moved through the forest.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, one White Lotus disciple let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He clutched his leg and fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

The other disciples panicked, stopping in their tracks to look.

They saw an Animal Trap clamped onto the fallen disciple's foot.

Blood gushed from the wound.

"Which damn hunter left an Animal Trap here!"

Guan Jie cursed and ordered another disciple to help pry the trap open.

The remaining disciples continued on.

"Everyone light a torch and watch out for more traps on the ground!"

Guan Jie suddenly commanded.

The other disciples acknowledged and began breaking branches to make torches.

Just then, they suddenly heard a rustling sound from the left, growing louder.

They lit their fire sticks and hurriedly looked over, only to see over a dozen sharpened logs charging straight at them!

"Dodge!"

Guan Jie shouted, stomping the ground and leaping aside.

But not all White Lotus Sect disciples had his reflexes.

As the sharpened logs crashed down, four White Lotus disciples were impaled through the body, and three more were gravely wounded.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Three other White Lotus disciples, in their scramble to evade, stepped onto animal traps.

Guan Jie's pupils contracted as he took in the dead and wounded.

He now understood—the animal traps, the logs—all of it had been deliberately set here by someone!

Fear gripping him, Guan Jie decided to abandon the other disciples. He lit his own fire stick, illuminating the path ahead, and fled in another direction.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure leaped out from the forest beside him. Still a dozen paces away, the figure raised his right hand, and a cloud of lime powder shot toward Guan Jie's face!

Guan Jie squeezed his eyes shut and turned to flee.

But then, a piercing sound cut through the air. A fist broke through the lime powder and slammed into Guan Jie's head.

Bam!

Guan Jie's skull shattered, blood and brains splattering out.

Su Que withdrew his fist and swept toward the other White Lotus disciples.

After killing Fan Wuyang, he had planned to let things end there—spend a quiet night in his room and leave Tenglong Town the next day.

But then he saw those White Lotus disciples hastily packing up and fleeing.

At first, he didn't know how strong they were, or whether he could take them on.

But when he saw how frantically they left, he figured they were weak—terrified of the man who had killed Fan Wuyang.

At that moment, Su Que decided to kill the rest of them too.

After all, martial training cost a fortune, and those White Lotus disciples carried plenty of money.

This fat prey had landed right in his mouth—he couldn't pass it up.

Still, he wasn't sure if they were truly fleeing out of fear of him, so he hesitated to gauge their strength. He grabbed a large bag of lime and two large bags of animal traps.

He got there first and set up an ambush along the path the White Lotus disciples would take.

Most of the remaining disciples were One-Blood Warriors, far weaker than Su Que.

Su Que dashed forward in a single stride, fists flying!

His punches landed on the White Lotus disciples' bodies, each strike producing a dull thud.

The force of his punches traveled into their hearts, shattering them instantly.

Before long, over a dozen corpses lay scattered across the forest floor.

"Didn't expect you to be this weak."

Su Que stood in the forest, looking around, and muttered under his breath.

If he'd known, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of setting traps—he could've just jumped out and killed them all.

As he thought this, Su Que quickly rifled through the White Lotus disciples' bodies.

Soon, he stuffed over a dozen money pouches into his clothes.

Then he retrieved the animal traps from the ground and packed them into the bundle slung over his shoulder.

As he left, he made sure to erase his footprints and other traces along the way.