You Jiulang

Chapter 47: You Jiulang

"Stop him!"

Someone roared.

The one who roared was struck by lightning and turned into drifting snowflakes.

"Kill him!"

An officer shouted.

The next second, the officer saw Qin Xa's shadow close in on his guard. The shadow snatched away the guard's rifle, drove the barrel through his neck, seemed to pull the trigger with his mind, and then shot the officer standing behind the guard.

Someone had the shadow sweep past him. As he lowered his head to check whether his body was still intact, he suddenly realized that he was fine—except the safety pin on the grenade at his waist was gone. Then he died in the explosion along with everyone nearby.

No one could stop the shadow's charges or approach.

The battle appeared extremely fierce.

Yet Qin Xa had not even used the weapons on his back, hidden beneath the invisibility cloak he had seized from the arena manager.

Neither the ones in his pack nor the heavy machine guns and beam cannons slung along both sides of his back.

He wanted to bring those things back for people who were not as powerful as him.

But even barehanded—

With nothing but his formidable physique and psychic power, Qin Xa could cause this astonishing destruction. From the moment he killed everyone in the manor to the moment he was about to break out of the encirclement.

Psychic power was powerful. Terrifying.

The physical capabilities of an Astartes, a Superhuman Warrior, were equally terrifying.

The futile encirclement continued until everyone realized that they simply could not stop that shadow. If the shadow wished, he could kill every single person present. It would merely take a very, very long time.

Qin Xa had no intention of killing everyone, either. Through fighting so many people, he had learned a little about breaking through an encirclement when surrounded again.

These people were neither powerful enough nor sufficient to test his ideas—if he encountered the personal guard of a true Nucerian slave-owning noble rather than the pathetic troops around the position of a low-ranking noble like an arena manager, he could still withdraw just as smoothly.

But experience had to be accumulated, and things had to be done bit by bit.

Everyone needed to grow and learn.

Qin Xa had only one specialty. It was neither research nor psychic power, but study and learning.

And he was exceptionally good at it.

Far beyond the manor, more people had already learned what had happened here and begun moving troops in this direction.

Before those people could arrive and join the encirclement, Qin Xa had already cut down every enemy who dared set up an obstacle in his path during this hard-core retreat.

A natural phenomenon ordinary Nucerians could not see—snow—began drifting down in small amounts from the sky, falling into the rapidly cooling air.

Qin Xa entered the wind and snow, and his figure gradually vanished beneath it.

An anti-gravity flying vehicle resembling a helicopter was parked in the wilderness.

The flying vehicle projected an invisibility field around itself. Beyond a circular radius of twenty meters, anyone looking this way would be unable to see anything here.

Except through Qin Xa's Psychic Sight.

When Qin Xa arrived and passed through the ripple-like invisibility field, he saw the anti-gravity flying vehicle and a man leaning against it.

That man was a guard of the Tark family.

Qin Xa had seen him before.

He had iron hair like cables on his head. One glance was enough to tell that he had been implanted with the Butcher's Nails.

If Angron had also been implanted with the Butcher's Nails, he would grow the same kind of "hair."

But this man showed no sign of madness or rage. He leaned quietly against the flying vehicle, only lifting his eyelids when Qin Xa approached and asking in an even tone, "Done?"

"I killed them all." Qin Xa held his head high, disdain in his eyes. "Eron might have been your main target, but I found out that this manor belonged to the Desia arena manager, so I killed the manager too."

As he spoke, Qin Xa walked toward the flying vehicle. "If you think the arena manager should not have died... I don't care. He was there, so I killed him."

"Wait." The man with the Butcher's Nails raised a hand, looking stunned. "You killed Eron too?"

Qin Xa raised an eyebrow and looked at him, his expression seeming to say: Are you fucking kidding me?

"Tark worked with you to kill the arena manager, not his brother. His brother hadn't even shown him the pain of losing all his descendants yet, and you killed him?" he said.

Qin Xa frowned. "No... you agreed to three conditions, and I was happy to kill a noble, but in the end you only wanted to kill an arena manager, not Eron Tark, the great noble whose insane patriarch had arranged for all his descendants to be killed?"

"Why would Eron be there?" The man looked bewildered. "That was the arena manager's manor... Why did you think we wanted you to kill Eron Tark?"

"..."

A heavy look of confusion and shock appeared on Qin Xa's face.

He had not worn that expression even when facing all those enemies just now.

Yet now, facing this bastard with the Butcher's Nails, this bastard who for some reason had not gone mad despite having the Nails, just a few words from him brought that expression to Qin Xa's face.

"The Tark Patriarch wanted you to kill the arena manager because that man was disobedient. The Patriarch ordered him to send his wife and daughters to the cave for the delayed Carnival Day, but he did not comply. The Patriarch's spies said he had secretly canceled Carnival Day and started handing out bandages instead," the man explained. "He was still waiting to watch Eron Tark's performance, and you killed him too?"

"Get lost." Qin Xa relaxed, looking utterly unconcerned as he approached the flying vehicle.

The man with the Nails in his head said nothing more. He turned and opened the flying vehicle's cockpit hatch, signaling Qin Xa to get in.

However, just before boarding, Qin Xa suddenly hesitated. "How good are you at flying helicopters? Don't let me break through an encirclement of over a thousand people only to die in the wreckage after this thing explodes."

Qin Xa had held a psychological trauma toward aerial transportation ever since childhood. He still remembered why, in his first life in the twenty-first century of humanity, he had lost his family and been sent to the Welfare Institute.

"Call me ace pilot Mr. Brown." The man flicked his cable-like iron hair and boarded the helicopter with a confident grin.

"Fly slowly, Mr. Zobayang." Qin Xa climbed into the flying vehicle.

Brown placed a hand on the console covered in countless instruments and started the vehicle with a light tap. "Don't worry. This is what I specialize in. I've flown it countless times. With someone else, this thing might have a 0.01 percent chance of crashing, but not with me."

"So you're You Jiulang, the opposite of Zobayang?"

"I don't know where you're from, but don't use your local jokes on me. I don't understand."