One Punch

"Hoo! Quite lively."

An Explosive Haired Youth was steadily half-crouched on top of a tent.

He gazed at the chaotic District 7 not far away, his expression seeming to grow more excited.

Inside a tent, a man sleeping in the corner sat up.

He listened to the dense gunfire coming from outside and cursed under his breath.

"To cause such a big commotion, which idiotic fellow is it?"

That night, many more Deathmatch Participants noticed the changes in District 7.

Whether they were excited, dissatisfied, or simply watching from the sidelines.

In short, not a single Deathmatch Participant chose to step forward and stir up trouble at this time; they all remained hidden in the shadows.

As time passed, more and more Deathmatch Participants arrived at this temporary shelter.

Even though they all knew clearly that a grand battle would eventually take place.

But it was definitely not now; the timing was completely wrong.

The disturbance that occurred in District 7 tonight wasn't even an overture.

Many Deathmatch Participants were even quite puzzled as to why some fool would expose themselves so early.

The gunfire never completely stopped from beginning to end, only becoming slightly sparser due to consideration for the Civilians.

Cui Qing sprinted, his arms swinging, and one could vaguely notice that the Fingernails on each of his fingers had grown considerably longer.

The Fingernails were about five centimeters long, and combined with the messy Bloodstains on his body, they gave him an eerie aura in the darkness.

The panicked Civilians he passed by, upon seeing his appearance, couldn't help but show fear and hastily made way.

Thanks to this, Cui Qing's initial escape was relatively smooth.

But if he were to look back now, he would definitely discover a ferocious figure rapidly approaching him.

Within a few breaths, that figure had easily surpassed him.

The process was like a Gale sweeping past, so fast that he couldn't even see what it was.

"A petty trick, daring to show off in front of a master."

A light chuckle from ahead instantly drew Cui Qing's attention.

Lu Bai stood before a Military Tent, a smile on his face that Cui Qing found utterly detestable.

Cui Qing's already unsettled mood plummeted.

The opponent was much faster than him, and especially in his current predicament of being hunted, the chances of escaping were slim.

Cui Qing made an immediate decision: he had to deal with Lu Bai quickly.

His body didn't pause, charging forward with an unstoppable momentum.

The distance between them rapidly closed. During this time, dark gray patterns appeared on Cui Qing's face, spreading quickly.

Seeing this, Lu Bai's expression remained unchanged as he slowly raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.

Under the effect of [Blood Rage], his skin turned flushed red, his body feeling as if it were burning intensely.

Cui Qing could feel a strong threat from him, but since he was at full sprint, he couldn't stop.

He hardened his heart, turning his palm into a blade, his elongated, sharp Fingernails aimed directly at Lu Bai's heart.

However, what happened next completely exceeded his expectations.

Lu Bai didn't dodge or evade, taking Cui Qing's stab head-on.

Then, a crimson fist, with an earth-shattering momentum, heavily slammed into Cui Qing's head, who was unable to retract his hand to dodge.

Bang!

With one punch.

Cui Qing's head visibly caved in, and then his body spun and flew backward.

He crashed through two Military Tents before finally stopping.

[Ding!]

[Points +1, Current Points: 13, Current Rank: 1/149]

"Hoo~"

Lu Bai's body temperature quickly returned to normal.

He shook the hand that had just struck, letting out a long breath: "Didn't expect I'd still have to do it myself."

"You're saying you were in the tent the whole time and never left?"

Zhou Zongming stood before Lu Bai with his arms crossed, an expression of disbelief on his face.

Lu Bai nodded. "That's right."

Cui Qing was dead. As the Rapid Response Force began to enter and maintain order, the commotion caused by the gunfire quickly subsided.

Aside from a dozen or so unlucky individuals who ran around blindly and sustained injuries, everyone else was merely frightened.

Given the population density of the settlement, Zhou Zongming was actually quite satisfied with this outcome.

It was Cui Qing's death that sat like a thorn in his throat.

Anyone with eyes could tell from Cui Qing's body that the cause of death was a blunt force trauma to the head.

The problem was precisely this: they had no idea who had delivered the blow.

And with Cui Qing's death, many questions, including the whereabouts of the other bodies, could no longer be answered.

"Who can prove that?"

"You can't just assume I'm lying because everyone else in the tent is dead, can you?"

Lu Bai's smile appeared harmless. "I was the one who found the murderer, Cui Qing, for you, wasn't I?"

In fact, at this moment, Lu Bai also realized why Cui Qing had chosen to attack from his own tent tonight.

Under normal logic, if everyone else in the tent had been killed, leaving only Cui Qing, he wouldn't have been able to explain how he survived the attacker.

Even if he had always been cowardly, he would inevitably become the target of suspicion.

But he did it anyway, which clearly meant he intended to frame Lu Bai.

As for the success rate, it was actually quite high.

After all, in Zhou Zongming's eyes, between a frail youth who needed his help to avoid being bullied and a person who remained unfazed by a bloody scene and acted strangely, whose words were more credible was self-evident.

Just like now, even though Cui Qing, the apparent madman, was dead, Lu Bai was still a major suspect in Zhou Zongming's mind.

Of course, he didn't think Lu Bai and Cui Qing were working together.

He just suspected Lu Bai was the killer who took advantage of the chaos to eliminate Cui Qing.

"Cui Qing isn't dead yet. When we arrived, he was still breathing, but we don't know if he can be saved."

While saying this, Zhou Zongming stared intently at Lu Bai, observing every subtle change in his expression.

The final result disappointed Zhou Zongming. He couldn't see what Lu Bai was thinking at all; all he saw was a meaningless silly grin.

Lu Bai was very relaxed.

After so many days, he had more or less gotten used to his current strange state.

As long as he didn't actively control it, a harmless smile would naturally appear on his face.

"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, you can come with me to the infirmary to take a look."

Zhou Zongming seemed to have put aside his suspicion and put on a professional demeanor. "By the way, when you were talking to Cui Qing, you said you had a gun on you, right? Hand it over."

"Yes, I have a gun."

Lu Bai took out Shuangying's service pistol from his embrace and displayed it generously. "But this is just a simulation model. See, it doesn't even have a magazine."