Slaughter System

Pain! So much pain!

Lin Feng coughed violently, curled up on the cold, damp hay, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

He remembered that he should have died, in another world, in a senseless car accident.

But when he opened his eyes again, he had become a small Imperial Brocade Guard in Black Rock City, Great Qian Dynasty, also named Lin Feng.

The Great Qian Dynasty revered martial arts; the strong preyed on the weak, and laws were merely cages drawn for the feeble.

And he, this unlucky fellow who had only transmigrated a few days ago.

The first task he received was to secretly investigate the Wang Family, one of the three great aristocratic families.

Before he could even get close, he was ambushed.

After drinking a farewell toast from a "colleague," he was poisoned and reduced to this pathetic state.

The strength in Lin Feng's limbs was rapidly draining, and a chill emanated from his bones.

Just then, the creaking wooden door of the woodshed was kicked open.

Blinding sunlight, carrying dust, flooded in, making Lin Feng squint.

Two people stood at the entrance.

The leader was a burly man with a face full of rough flesh, a saber at his waist, wearing the uniform of the Fierce Tiger Gang. He looked down at Lin Feng with the contemptuous gaze one would reserve for a dying dog.

Beside him stood a scrawny young man, bowing and scraping, with a fawning expression.

"Yo, Little Commander Lin, still not dead?" the burly man grinned, revealing his yellow and black teeth. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant. "You've got a real tough life."

Lin Feng recognized him. He was a minor leader in the Fierce Tiger Gang, named Zhao. He often did the Wang Family's dirty work.

He lacked the strength to speak, merely staring coldly at the man.

Seeing Lin Feng's silence, Leader Zhao assumed he had no energy left to even talk. He grew more smug, taking a couple of steps forward. His boots made a squelching sound on the filthy ground.

"You, a mere seventh-rank commander, a petty official, dared to investigate the Wang Family? You truly don't know how to write the word 'death'?"

The scrawny young man immediately chimed in, "Exactly! Master Zhao is right! Lin boy, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you think you're worthy of stepping into the Wang Family's doors?"

Lin Feng's throat rolled, and he managed to squeeze out a raspy voice, "Wang Family's dogs... bark... so loud."

Leader Zhao's face darkened, his rough flesh twitching.

"Still talking tough when you're about to die! I'm in a good mood today, so I'll deliver a message to let you die with some understanding!"

He leaned closer, lowering his voice, a malicious amusement in his tone.

"Young Master Wang, Young Master Wang Teng, I heard you have a sister, quite a looker. By now, she's probably almost at your place, right? Young Master Wang said that after he's done playing with her, he'll share her with us brothers. Heh heh, I'll get a piece of the action then..."

Buzz—!

Something exploded in Lin Feng's mind.

Sister... that timid little girl from his memories who always called him "brother" and followed behind him?

A rage far more violent than the poison in his body instantly overwhelmed his remaining reason, burning his eyes crimson!

"Beast!" he roared. With a strength he didn't know he possessed, he tried to push himself up, but it aggravated the poison. He spat out another mouthful of black blood and fell heavily back into the hay.

Leader Zhao was amused by his reaction, laughing heartily. "That's right! Show me that spirit! Just wait to die!" He spat on the ground. "After you die, your sister will be at our mercy, won't she?"

"I... even as a ghost... I won't let you go!" Lin Feng's eyes bulged with rage. His fingernails dug deeply into the grass mat beneath him, mud and blood staining his fingers.

"A ghost?" Leader Zhao sneered, completely losing patience. "I'll send you to see the King of Hell right now! Go on, kill him!"

The scrawny young man responded, drawing a short dagger from his waist. A cruel smile on his face, he approached Lin Feng step by step.

"Little Commander Lin, don't blame me for being ruthless. Who told you to be so blind?"

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Lin Feng's whole body ached, his vision blurred further. The cold touch of death had already crept up his spine.

He watched the approaching cold blade, his heart filled with unwillingness and immense hatred.

Just as the dagger tip was about to pierce his heart—

[Ding! Detected host's strong will to survive and obsession with killing, meeting the binding conditions...]

[Slaughter System binding in progress... 1%... 50%... 100%... Binding successful!]

A cold, emotionless mechanical voice suddenly sounded from the depths of his mind.

[This system is designed to assist the host in killing and becoming stronger. Killing enemies will earn Slaughter Points, which can be used to infinitely upgrade martial arts and cultivation progress.]

[Newbie Bonus: Host is in a near-death state. Partially repairs physical damage and clears some poison for free.]

A faint but clear stream of warmth suddenly surged from the depths of his dantian, quickly spreading throughout his limbs.

Although it couldn't completely eradicate the potent poison, the bone-gnawing pain lessened slightly, and his previously weak arms regained a sliver of strength!

The emaciated youth's dagger had already stabbed towards his chest!

On the brink of life and death, the combat instincts accumulated by his original body as an Imperial Brocade Guard officer were ignited.

Lin Feng, almost on instinct, rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the vital blow. The dagger scraped across his ribs, drawing a line of blood.

At the same time, his right hand formed a hook, gathering the meager strength he had just recovered. He unleashed his original body's most familiar martial art—Eagle Claw Skill—and fiercely grabbed towards the opponent's wrist holding the dagger!

With a crisp "crack!"

The emaciated youth had never expected this dying man to fight back. Caught off guard, his wrist bone was directly crushed by Lin Feng's desperate claw!

He let out a piercing scream, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

Lin Feng pressed his advantage, not letting up. With a pull, he yanked the screaming youth into a stumble. He used all his strength to slam his left elbow into the opponent's throat!

"Guh!" The emaciated youth's scream abruptly stopped. His eyeballs bulged, and he collapsed softly, clutching his neck. His body twitched twice before falling silent.

[Killed one enemy, gained Slaughter Points: 0.05.]

The cold system notification sounded again.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Leader Zhao's sneer at the doorway hadn't faded before he witnessed the death of his subordinate. He was instantly shocked and enraged, "You little bastard! You dare kill my man!"

He roared, drawing the long saber at his waist with a clang, and charged forward, radiating killing intent.

Lin Feng gasped for air. The warmth within his body was fading, and the weakness from the poison and severe injuries surged back.

Facing Leader Zhao, who was charging with his saber, he had almost no chance of winning.

But at that moment, a semi-transparent interface appeared before his eyes:

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: Martial Artist (Severely Injured/Poisoned)]

[Martial Arts: Eagle Claw Skill (Untrained, Progress 50%)]

[Slaughter Points: 0.05]

A new line of text flashed:

[Current Martial Art "Eagle Claw Skill" can be upgraded, requires 0.05 Slaughter Points. Do you wish to upgrade?]

Upgrade?

Leader Zhao's blade was already whistling through the air, chopping down towards him, his ferocious face mere inches away.

A glint of ruthlessness and determination flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, he blurted out.

"Upgrade!"

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