Black Fox

The sunset was like blood.

In a private room at the Star-Plucking Restaurant in the West District.

"Lord Ghost Fiend, Chang Ping is just a Silver-level martial artist. Isn't it a bit of an overreaction to send Elder Black Fox to capture him?" Yun Hua, an deacon of the Dark Guild, asked in confusion.

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

The Vice Guild Master, Long Sha, stood by the window on the third floor, his hands behind his back. He gazed at the bustling street outside and said without turning his head, "Chang Ping himself isn't much of a concern. The real danger is his mysterious weapon. It can defeat Gold-level martial artists, so I naturally can't send our Gold-level members to their deaths."

"According to the intelligence from our spies, that weapon should be a ranged weapon. It becomes difficult to use once an opponent gets close. Although Black Fox's cultivation isn't high, he's proficient in both ranged attacks and close-quarters combat, making him the best candidate to deal with Chang Ping."

"This kid is talented. If we can recruit him into the guild and nurture him, it will greatly enhance our guild's strength. If this kid doesn't know what's good for him and refuses to join, then we'll just kill him. If we can't have it, the City of Radiance shouldn't have it either!"

A sense of crisis arose in Deacon Yun Hua's heart.

He was a Silver Five-star Demon Spirit Master, with a cultivation level comparable to Chang Ping's. If Chang Ping were to join the Dark Guild, his position as an deacon would likely be snatched away. This was a lucrative post, with plenty of benefits to be gained.

No! He can't let him join!

The red sun touched the mountains.

In the Trial Ground, the Horned Sheep Jungle.

"Why? Wasn't your target me? Why did you kill those three?" Chang Ping questioned with red eyes. Although those three senior students were a bit of scoundrels, they didn't deserve death, did they?

The people from the Dark Guild were indeed a group of cold-blooded, ruthless executioners.

Black Fox cackled, flicking a delicate finger. "Of course, it's for secrecy~ I don't want the annoying hounds from the City Lord's Mansion to find me right after I capture you."

The City Lord's Mansion had a special department – the Demon Slaying Division, which specialized in dealing with their Dark Guild. Its leader was Ye Shuo of the Snowy Wind Family. He was meticulous, deeply calculating, and extremely difficult to deal with. Many members of the Dark Guild had met their end at his hands, and Black Fox was very wary of him.

"Shut up! You disgusting faggot! If you make that disgusting sound again, I'll beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you!" Chang Ping's fists clenched.

To think such a pervert existed in the world. He had truly opened his eyes today.

"Don't be so fierce~" Black Fox blew Chang Ping a flirtatious glance, looking even more seductive than Shen Xiu on the bed. "You're so strong, I really like it."

Black Fox licked his bright red lips, greedily staring at Chang Ping's muscular physique.

"I've decided! After I'm done playing with you, I'll take you back to see the Vice Guild Master. I'm sure he won't mind."

Chang Ping was so disgusted he got goosebumps all over.

"Hmph! We'll see who plays whom! You killed three of our Saint Orchid Academy students, so I'll break three of your legs and then take you to Vice Principal Ye Sheng." Chang Ping's eyes were bloodshot as he threw a punch.

Black Fox's movements were incredibly agile and strange, easily dodging Chang Ping's heavy punch.

"Too slow, too slow! You're as slow as a snail! No, slower than a snail!" Black Fox taunted while dodging. "However, it's quite impressive for a Silver-level martial artist like you to achieve such speed. Just lie down obediently and let me ravage you!"

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

Black Fox, with his seasoned experience, quickly discovered Chang Ping's weakness.

Although Chang Ping's boxing techniques were exquisite and virtually flawless, his legs were not very flexible, only barely coordinating with his punches. Therefore, if one attacked his lower body, it would be easy to take him down.

"But, isn't this kid's speed ridiculously fast?" Black Fox wondered if it was an illusion, but Chang Ping's speed seemed to be increasing, almost catching up to his own as a Black Gold One-star Demon Spirit Master.

Something is strange! I must finish this quickly!

Black Fox stopped merely dodging and began to move in strange steps, circling Chang Ping.

Chang Ping could only follow him, turning in circles, if he wanted to attack.

Once he started moving, Chang Ping's weakness of an unstable lower body was exposed, and he was quickly caught by Black Fox, who kicked him down.

"Wasn't that kick just now beautiful?" Black Fox sneered, baring his stubbled grin.

He didn't pounce to engage Chang Ping in ground combat. Arms are shorter than legs, giving a significant advantage in close-range combat. Chang Ping's advantage lay in his boxing, so Black Fox wouldn't foolishly attack where Chang Ping was strong.

"Attacking my lower body, huh? Fine, just you wait!" Chang Ping also realized his weakness and decisively summoned the Exchange Shop, redeeming a Silver-level leg technique manual.

Severing Descendants Leg!

This was a leg technique that specialized in attacking the groin. Although its moves were crude, its viciousness was no less than any evil martial art. Those struck by it often suffered severe consequences, rendering them unable to have children.

Severing Descendants Leg could greatly increase the attacking power of the legs, with one kick being equivalent to 2.44 kicks normally.

Similarly, Great Ancestor Long Fist could greatly increase the attacking power of the fists, with one punch being equivalent to 2.2 punches normally.

Upon consuming 2,000 Strength Value, Chang Ping completely mastered Severing Descendants Leg, as if he had practiced it diligently for decades.

"You wanted to play with me? I'll let you play!" Chang Ping pushed himself up with one hand on the ground.

"Really? You'll let me play?" Black Fox was overjoyed. It seemed that after being kicked down, Chang Ping understood the gap between them and had resigned himself, no longer wanting to struggle. "Do you prefer gentle or rough?"

Black Fox rubbed his hands together and walked over excitedly.

"I prefer you to shove it!" Chang Ping bared his teeth.

The smile on Black Fox's face froze.

"You dare to trick me? I hate it the most when people deceive my feelings! No matter what you like, I'll play with you roughly!" Black Fox was clearly enraged and reverted to his rough, masculine voice.

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

Chang Ping followed him, also circling.

Suddenly, Black Fox spotted an opening. He let out a sinister chuckle and kicked towards Chang Ping's knee.

"Go down!"

As Black Fox kicked, Chang Ping also kicked, and faster.

Black Fox was a Demon Spirit Master, his physical Strength relatively weak, while Chang Ping was a martial artist, his physical Strength relatively stronger.

Chang Ping currently possessed over 15,000 Strength. With Rage multiplying it sixfold, it temporarily became 90,000. His cultivation technique further multiplied it 2.44 times, bringing it to around 220,000. This was equivalent to a Black Gold two-star martial artist, naturally making him faster than Black Fox.

A crippling kick struck Black Fox's vital spot.

The immense force sent Black Fox flying.

"Ah! Oooohhh!"

Black Fox slammed heavily onto the ground with a thud, clutching his groin and screaming. His face was as pale as a corpse.

"Weren't you trying to play with me? Go on, you bastard!"