Severing Descendants Foot

The setting sun was as red as blood.

A private room at Star Picking Restaurant, West District.

"Lord Ghost Fiend, Chang Ping is just a minor Silver-rank martial artist. Isn't sending Elder Black Fox to capture him a bit excessive?" Deacon Yun Hua of the Dark Guild asked, looking puzzled.

After all, Black Fox was a Black Gold One-star Demon Spirit Master. Capturing Chang Ping should be a piece of cake.

Vice President Long Fiend stood by the third-floor window with his hands behind his back. Gazing out at the bustling street, he replied without turning around, "Chang Ping himself isn't much of a threat. The danger lies in that mysterious weapon of his. It can defeat Golden-rank martial artists, so I can't send our Golden-rank members to their deaths."

"From the information our scouts brought back, that weapon seems to be a ranged weapon, which becomes useless once an opponent gets close. Black Fox may not be very powerful, but he's skilled at ranged attacks and excels at close-quarters combat. He's the perfect person to deal with Chang Ping."

"That boy is talented. If we can bring him into the guild and train him, he'll greatly strengthen us. If he doesn't know what's good for him and refuses to join, then kill him outright. If we can't have him, Glory City won't get him either!"

Deacon Yun Hua felt a flicker of unease.

He was a Silver Five-star Demon Spirit Master, on par with Chang Ping. If Chang Ping joined the Dark Guild, he might well take Yun Hua's position as deacon. It was a lucrative post with plenty of opportunities to line his pockets.

No! He couldn't let him join!

The red sun sank behind the mountains.

Trial Ground, Horned Sheep Forest.

"Why? Wasn't I your target? Why kill those three?" Chang Ping demanded, his eyes bloodshot. Those three upperclassmen were jerks, but they didn't deserve to die, did they?

People from the Dark Guild really were a bunch of coldhearted, ruthless executioners.

Black Fox let out a cackling laugh and raised his hand in a delicate, effeminate pose. "Why, to keep it secret, of course~ I don't want to capture you now, only for those pesky hounds from the City Lord's Mansion to find me afterward."

The City Lord's Mansion had a special department called the Demon Slaying Division, dedicated to dealing with the Dark Guild. It was led by Ye Shuo of the Snowy Wind Family, a meticulous and deep-scheming man who was extremely difficult to handle. Many members of the Dark Guild had died at his hands, and Black Fox was deeply wary of him.

"Shut up, you sissy! Make that disgusting sound again, and I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!" Chang Ping was getting worked up—his fists were practically itching for a fight.

He couldn't believe a pervert like this existed. Today was certainly an eye-opener.

"Don't be so fierce~" Black Fox shot Chang Ping a sultry glance. He was even more seductive than Shen Xiu in bed. "You're really so strong and well-built. I like you."

Black Fox licked his bright red lips and greedily eyed Chang Ping's powerful muscles.

"I've made up my mind! I'll have my fun with you, then take you back to meet the vice president. I'm sure the old man won't mind."

Chang Ping shuddered with revulsion.

"Hmph! We'll see who has fun with whom! You killed three students from Saint Orchid Academy, so I'll break all three of your legs, then take you to Vice Dean Ye Sheng." Chang Ping's eyes burned red as he swung a punch.

Black Fox moved with uncanny agility, easily dodging Chang Ping's heavy blow.

"Too slow, too slow! You're as slow as a snail! No, even slower!" Black Fox taunted him as he dodged. "Still, it's impressive that a Silver-rank martial artist can move that fast. Now lie down and let me have my way with you!"

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows.

Black Fox was a seasoned fighter and quickly spotted Chang Ping's weakness.

Chang Ping's fists were masterful, practically flawless, but his legs were clumsy, barely able to keep up with his boxing techniques. So long as Black Fox attacked his lower body, he could knock Chang Ping down with ease.

"But this kid's way too fast, isn't he?" Maybe it was his imagination, but Black Fox felt Chang Ping getting faster and faster—almost as fast as a Black Gold One-star Demon Spirit Master like him.

Something was off! He had to end this quickly!

Black Fox stopped simply dodging and began circling Chang Ping with a strange footwork.

Chang Ping had to circle along with him if he wanted to attack.

As soon as he started moving, Chang Ping's unsteady footing became obvious. Black Fox quickly spotted an opening and kicked him to the ground.

"Wasn't that a pretty kick?" Black Fox jeered, grinning with his scraggly beard showing.

He didn't pounce on Chang Ping and grapple with him on the ground. Arms were shorter than legs, giving them a clear advantage at close range. Chang Ping's strength lay in his fists, and Black Fox wasn't about to play to his opponent's strengths.

"So you're going after my legs, huh? Fine. Just you wait!" Chang Ping had realized his weakness too. Without hesitation, he summoned the Exchange Shop and bought a Silver-rank leg technique manual.

Severing Descendants Leg!

This technique focused on attacking an opponent's crotch. Though its moves were crude, it was no less underhanded than any evil martial art. Those struck by it often suffered grievous injuries and were left unable to perform as men.

Severing Descendants Leg greatly increased the power of kicks. One kick was equal to 2.44 ordinary kicks.

Likewise, Great Ancestor Long Fist greatly increased the power of punches. One punch was equal to 2.2 ordinary punches.

The moment he spent 2,000 Strength Value, Chang Ping mastered Severing Descendants Leg completely, as though he had practiced it diligently for decades.

"Didn't you want to have your fun with me? Go on, then!" Chang Ping pushed himself up from the ground with one hand.

"Really? You'll let me?" Black Fox was overjoyed. It seemed that after being kicked down, Chang Ping had finally realized the difference between them. He'd accepted his fate and given up resisting. "Do you like it gentle or rough?"

Black Fox rubbed his hands together and walked over, brimming with excitement.

"I like your mom's—!" Chang Ping flashed two rows of pearly white teeth.

The smile froze on Black Fox's face.

"You fucking dare to toy with me? I hate it when people play with my feelings! I don't care what you like—I'm going to have my way with you rough!" Black Fox was clearly furious, his voice reverting to its naturally coarse masculine tone.

Black Fox began circling Chang Ping again, looking for a chance to attack his lower body.

Chang Ping circled along with him.

Suddenly, Black Fox spotted an opening and gave a sinister chuckle, kicking toward Chang Ping's knee.

"Fall down!"

As Black Fox kicked, Chang Ping kicked too—and faster.

Black Fox was a Demon Spirit Master, so his physical strength was relatively weak. Chang Ping was a martial artist, so his physical strength was relatively strong.

Chang Ping now had over 15,000 Strength Value. Berserk multiplied it sixfold, temporarily raising it to 90,000. Then the technique multiplied it by 2.44, bringing it to nearly 220,000. That was equivalent to a Black Gold Two-star martial artist, so he was naturally faster than Black Fox.

A Severing Descendants Foot shot straight at Black Fox's groin.

The tremendous force sent Black Fox flying into the air.

"Ah! Oh-ho-ho-ho!"

Black Fox hit the ground with a heavy smack, clutching his crotch and screaming. His face was as pale as a corpse's.

"Didn't you want to have your fun with me? Go on, you bastard!"