Chen Fan raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter. It's the same reason I gave before—I don't like the sight of you. I want to kill you. That's all." As he spoke, Chen Fan swung his right hand. A flash of blade light cut off Enshin's left hand.
"Pfft!" Blood spurted out as Enshin's left hand fell to the ground. Enshin let out a scream and looked at Chen Fan in terror.
But then—"Whoosh...!" Chen Fan's figure suddenly vanished. "Pfft!" Chen Fan severed Enshin's left arm at the wrist from behind. Enshin screamed again, then leaped forward and turned to face Chen Fan. At some point, the cold white moonlight over the Imperial Capital seemed to have been stained with blood. Beneath that moon, Chen Fan looked like a bloodthirsty demon.
Pain and fear filled Enshin's mind. He could tell that this man intended to kill him—not merely kill him, but torture him to death. With this man's strength, killing him would be effortless, yet he wanted Enshin to suffer every possible agony before dying. That terrified Enshin.
"Are you scared? Isn't this exactly what you like best? Listening to your victims scream, then killing them one slash at a time. Wasn't that why you came out today? So, how does it feel? My service is the most thorough. Whatever you like, I'll give you. What goes around comes around. Retribution never misses. No matter how you count it, it should be your turn now." Chen Fan spoke coldly. Letting someone like this die easily would be far too merciful. He had to suffer endless pain before he died.
The Punishment He Deserved
(The Punishment He Deserved)
"Bastard!" Enshin shouted at Chen Fan, then rapidly swung the sword in his right hand.
"Whoosh, whoosh...!" Sharp Vacuum