36. Fists and Kicks

Swordsman.

There was a reason the title of this combat specialty was used to refer to a Guardsman soldier.

The moment the swordsman closed in, Qin Xia was suddenly hit with a passive premonition.

The swordsman rushed in front of him and, at extreme speed, unleashed six sword strikes in less than a second.

First, he severed the Achilles tendon, then the wrist, with each joint receiving a sword strike.

This was clearly not the combat speed and precision of a normal human. In the premonition, Qin Xia analyzed that the swordsman must have used implants.

These implants would make the swordsman's movements astonishingly fast and accurate, even allowing him to analyze the weaknesses of his opponents.

Just like the swordsman's slaver captain father, who, without even reacting, could passively raise his hand and fire a tranquilizer dart to hit Qin Xia.

The premonition ended, and the swordsman arrived before him.

Now knowing the opponent's trajectory, Qin Xia reached out and grabbed the swordsman by the throat. This move instantly shattered the swordsman's offensive, making every action from the premonition impossible to execute.

As he lifted the swordsman by the throat, Qin Xia reached out and tore off the swordsman's right arm, then flung it ten meters away.

The audience's cheers reached their peak at this moment.

The swordsman landed, and the instant dust was kicked up, Qin Xia had already rushed in front of him.

Grabbing the swordsman's right arm with both hands and looping it around the swordsman's neck, he then pulled hard...

The swordsman was strangled to death by his own arm.

The Silver Vine shot towards Qin Xia, but he easily dodged it.

The swordsman's companions had witnessed his death. They reacted, and were also extremely surprised.

The swordsman would be killed by sorcery, and the method of death would vary depending on the different sorcery used by Qin Xia, the sorcerer...

The Guardsman soldiers who accompanied him had thought this, but they never imagined that the renowned warrior of the army would die from a sorcerer's physical attack, and that the sorcerer hadn't even brought a weapon to the fight.

"Don't worry, I won't use sorcery." Qin Xia grabbed a finger on the swordsman's right arm and swung the entire arm like a windmill. "People like you deserve cruel execution. Sorcery without warning would let you die too easily."

The Guardsmen immediately distanced themselves from the remaining gladiators, preparing to face Qin Xia with all their might.

But at some point, a gust of wind suddenly swept across the arena, stirring up a sky full of Red Sand.

Qin Xia's entire figure was obscured by the overwhelming sandstorm.

The observation devices integrated into the Guardsmen's armor couldn't even see Qin Xia's silhouette.

Qin Xia was using his psychic power to conceal himself, not coincidentally obscured by the Red Sand.

"Come out and help us!" a gladiator roared towards where Qin Xia had disappeared.

When Qin Xia had just choked the swordsman, torn off his arm, and then used the arm to strangle the swordsman, the gladiators had been locked in combat with several other Guardsmen. Now, only four remained alive.

These four were naturally targeted by the Guardsmen, who had lost their primary objective.

The Silver Vine gushed from the seven orifices of one man.

Another man was impaled through the body by a spear formed from the Silver Vine.

Another man was wrapped by the Silver Vine and crushed to death.

The last man was run through the neck with a sword by a Guardsman.

The ten gladiators who chose not to abide by the no-kill rule were dead.

These individuals, who hadn't even passed the simplest screening, lay forever on the Red Sand, with no chance of killing the gladiators Qin Xia cared about or believed could at least cooperate with him.

As the Guardsmen gathered, warily scanning their surroundings, a strong wind struck, dispersing the Red Sand, and Qin Xia's figure was exposed before them.

The swordsman's right arm was still in Qin Xia's hand, still being swung like a windmill.

"Together?" Qin Xia raised his head.

The Guardsmen immediately unleashed the Silver Vine.

Qin Xia weaved through the Silver Vine to dodge, and within a single breath, he was in front of one of the Guardsmen, smashing through the man's head with the swordsman's armor-clad right arm.

As the Silver Vine swept from behind his neck, Qin Xia ducked to avoid it. The moment the corpse fell, he turned and pierced another Guardsman's chest with the swordsman's right arm.

Splattered armor fragments flew in all directions.

Qin Xia pulled back the force he applied to the swordsman's arm, which was piercing the chest.

At that instant, Qin Xia felt a cool wind blow from behind him. He instantly spun around, raising his hand to block a descending blade with his palm.

The Guardsman who swung the blade was stunned for a moment, then saw a piece of chest armor between Qin Xia's palm and the blade... This was the last thing he saw before dying, as Qin Xia's hand pierced through his head.

With a flurry of punches and kicks from Qin Xia, the only survivors on the field, besides himself, were a single Guardsman soldier.

"Someone hired me to instigate the swordsman to seek revenge!" the Guardsman said, raising his hands. "Otherwise, I really didn't want to come!"

As Qin Xia was confused by this statement, the Guardsman's Silver Vine transformed into a shield, and he himself rapidly sprinted towards the outside of the gladiatorial arena.

Qin Xia watched the man's retreating back with indifference, merely dropping the severed arm, which could no longer be used as a weapon, onto the ground.

After the survivor had fled for nearly a thousand meters, Qin Xia walked over to a rock on the ground.

The tall body retreated two steps, then quickly sprinted and kicked a stone.

The stone drew a perfect arc through the air, finally piercing the Praetorian's helmet and embedding itself in his skull.

"This stone is really hard," Qin Xia muttered quietly. "No wonder Angron could kill people with stones from Nuceria."

The cheers of the crowd drowned out everything but the cheers, so much so that even the Maggot Eye, which was rapidly approaching, didn't hear Qin Xia's muttering.

Qin Xia turned his body, surveying the stands of the entire gladiatorial arena, and finally his gaze fell upon the nearby Praetorian corpse.

When he was young, White Scars had a company commander, and within the Chapter, the company commander was called Khan.

Seeing that Qin Xia was too thin, that company commander decided to teach him some unarmed combat martial arts.

The martial arts weren't that strong, but with this body implanted with Grey Knights gene-seed and various superhuman organs, it was indeed too easy to kill opponents of the Praetorian's level with bare hands.

"You may be wealthy and noble, and you may have trained diligently, fighting for the High Knights for decades."

"But I can still kill you easily, not to mention I'm not even sixteen yet, and it's only been less than a week since my 'rebirth' after the augmentation surgery."

"Give the Nucerians a little Astartes shock."

These two sentences flashed through Qin Xia's mind.

No... how old is my soul...?

Qin Xia began to seriously ponder this suddenly arising question. He remembered that after transmigrating into the Warhammer universe, he found his physical body had reverted to the state of a nine-year-old. So, counting all the years before he came to this universe and transmigrated a second time to the present... it was probably less than forty.

After coming up with the answer, Qin Xia turned around. Amidst the cheers of the crowd and the Maggot Eye's questions about his post-battle feelings, he made a very obvious gesture of covering his ears.

Even so, it couldn't block out the cheers.

The audience watched Qin Xia refuse to listen to their cheers and turn towards the gate leading to the cave.

As he passed a corner where an energy field separated Qin Xia from the audience seats, Qin Xia saw a raggedly dressed woman and a boy standing by her legs.

The woman's face showed the pain of spending all her savings to buy a ticket, along with a slight smile of satisfaction for fulfilling her son's birthday wish.

And the child was cheering with his arms raised.

Qin Xia hesitated for a moment. He saw adoration in the child's eyes, not the cruel gaze of someone who enjoyed killing.

The child's mother immediately crouched down, grabbed her son's hand, and waved at Qin Xia with a smile.

Qin Xia smiled, nodded, and left the combat area.