Kill Your Whole Family

Wang Chi's hideous laughter had barely faded when the scene before him suddenly blurred.

Chen Jing, who had been standing several paces away, appeared before him in an instant, like a ghost, and a fist rapidly grew larger in his vision.

"Wha—"

Wang Chi's pupils shrank. He jerked backward, trying to dodge the sudden attack.

But in Chen Jing's eyes, his movements were as slow as a snail crawling.

The instant Wang Chi lifted his foot, Chen Jing's fist was already hurtling forward with a whoosh, smashing viciously into his face!

"Bang!"

A dull crash exploded through the side hall. The force of fist against flesh was so great that Wang Chi's cheek caved in on the spot.

The tremendous impact lifted his fat body off the ground. He flew backward like a tattered sack and slammed into the wooden wall behind him.

Crash!

The wall buckled inward, leaving a huge dent as splinters flew everywhere. Wang Chi then crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

From Chen Jing's first move to Wang Chi being sent flying, the whole thing happened in a flash, over in a single instant.

No one had expected Chen Jing to attack without warning, much less that he could move so fast!

Chen Jing stood where he was, slowly drawing back his fist. His gaze was as cold as a bottomless pool of icy water.

Only he knew that when Wang Chi said he would sell his two older sisters to a brothel and break his father's legs, the last trace of restraint in his heart had vanished, replaced by a surging urge to kill.

This bastard had not only withheld his wages, but had also dared to set his sights on his family, wanting to destroy his home. Leaving a scoundrel like this alive would only invite disaster!

Since you want my whole family dead, I'll strike first and wipe out the threat for good!

"What! You—you actually dared to attack him!"

Only then did the burly men nearby finally react. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and their voices trembled as they spoke.

They had assumed that even if Chen Jing was a martial artist, he had only come to argue. Even if things turned ugly, he would still have to think twice, given the Blue Scarf Gang backing Wang Chi.

But they had never imagined Chen Jing would act so decisively, attacking without wasting a single word!

What they didn't know was that Chen Jing's utter lack of hesitation came from the absolute confidence of a Second Blood Martial Artist!

After breaking through to the Blood River Realm, Chen Jing's blood essence, speed, and strength had all undergone a qualitative leap. He was more than confident he could deal with a few ordinary brutes—or even Wang Chi's so-called peak First Blood Martial Artist of a younger brother.

What was more, he was now a core disciple whom the River-Breaking Fist Academy was grooming with special care. Fei Feng and Zhuang Tao both thought highly of him. If anything happened, they would naturally back him up.

Now that even his family was being threatened, what meaning would breaking through to the Second Blood Realm have if he still cowered and dared not act?

Wouldn't breaking through to the Second Blood Realm have been a waste?

"You... you actually hit me! Get him! Kill him!"

Wang Chi struggled to his feet, clutching his sunken cheek with one hand. He panted hoarsely and roared incoherently.

Blood poured through the gaps between his fingers, staining his silk robe red. Several bloody teeth fell from his mouth and rolled across the floor, making him look particularly wretched.

Wang Chi was shocked, furious, and terrified. If he hadn't practiced a little rough-and-ready kung fu when he was young, giving him some foundation—and if his fat hadn't absorbed part of the impact—Chen Jing's punch might have killed him outright!

With his fat absorbing part of the impact, Chen Jing's punch might have killed him outright!

Even so, half his face was numb. His head rang, and the pain was so intense he nearly blacked out.

Wang Chi's roar snapped the burly men out of their daze. They exchanged glances, a vicious glint flashing in their eyes.

They were thugs Wang Chi had hired with his money, and they depended on him for their daily bread. With their boss beaten, they couldn't just stand by.

More importantly, they could tell that although Chen Jing had struck quickly, they might still have a chance if they all rushed him and aimed for his vital spots!

"Kid, you dare cause trouble here? You're asking to die!"

A brute with a face full of jowls bellowed and charged first, swinging a fist as large as a clay jar toward Chen Jing's temple.

The other brutes followed suit. Some aimed for Chen Jing's chest; others went for his legs, his throat, or his groin. Every move was meant to kill!

Faced with a storm of fists and kicks, Chen Jing showed no sign of panic. His gaze only grew colder.

At once, he stirred his thoughts, and the blood essence in his body surged. The Five Harms Technique spun at full force, sending a violent surge of strength rushing through his meridians and into every part of his body.

"You're asking for death!"

Chen Jing barked, stepping forward instead of retreating. He met the brute at the front with a punch of his own.

The punch looked ordinary, yet it contained the condensed blood essence of a Second Blood Martial Artist. His fist wind burst, and the air trembled!

Bang!

The instant their fists collided, the brute with the jowly face felt a terrifying force rush back through his fist. His bones seemed to crack apart under the impact.

Before he could react, he was struck head-on by what felt like an iron hammer and sent flying!

"Ah!"

With a piercing scream, the brute slammed back-first into the doorframe, then crashed heavily to the ground. His arm twisted at an unnatural angle, and he curled into a ball, unable even to roll from the pain. He was out of the fight on the spot.

One move, one enemy down!

The other brutes' pupils shrank. Their attacks faltered, and the viciousness on their faces gave way to shock.

But with their arrows already on the string, they had no choice but to shoot. The three men gritted their teeth and growled, forcing down their fear as they charged at Chen Jing again, swinging fists and legs and still aiming for his vital spots.

Chen Jing's expression didn't change. He lightly shifted his step, avoiding a kick from the left as if strolling through a courtyard. At the same time, his elbow drove backward and struck the brute behind him squarely in the chest.

Crack! A sharp snap rang out. The brute's chest caved in. He grunted, then vomited stomach acid and blood. His body bent like a cooked shrimp, his eyes rolled back, and he slowly crumpled to the ground without another sound.

Another one down in the blink of an eye!

After taking care of the enemy behind him, Chen Jing turned to face the two remaining brutes, who were already panicking. He gave them no chance to react.

His right fist flashed straight toward the face of the brute on the left. His left hand clamped around the man's incoming wrist, and his five fingers tightened slightly!

"Ah... my hand!"

A shrill scream, distorted by pain, rang through the side hall.

The brute's wrist bent out of shape on the spot. The crack of breaking bones was clearly audible, and his whole body convulsed in agony.

Chen Jing could barely be bothered to look at him. He stepped forward and kicked viciously into the man's knee!

Crack!

His kneecap shattered. The brute's legs gave way, and he dropped straight to his knees. His scream cut off as he fainted on the spot.

At the same time, the other brute's fist hadn't even reached Chen Jing when Chen Jing beat him to the punch, striking him squarely on the bridge of the nose.

Thud!

His nose bone caved in instantly, and blood sprayed everywhere.

The man staggered back several steps, his eyes unfocused. Then he toppled backward with a thump and lay completely motionless.

In just a short while, Chen Jing had dealt with all five brutes. They lay scattered across the ground, dead or injured, their cries of pain rising one after another, but not a single one could get back up.

Only Chen Jing stood tall in the side hall. His blood essence flowed faintly around him, and even his breathing was barely disturbed.

"How... how is this possible..."

At the sight of this, Wang Chi's furious roar died in his throat. His mouth gaped wide enough to fit a fist, and the extreme fear in his eyes replaced his rage.

He stared fixedly at Chen Jing, his body trembling uncontrollably. All his earlier arrogance had vanished.

He could never have imagined that Chen Jing was this strong!

Five brawny men who had spent years brawling couldn't even last one move against him?

This wasn't some newly advanced First Blood Martial Artist. This was a Second Blood Realm expert!

Thinking of how he'd withheld Chen Jing's wages, threatened to sell Chen Jing's older sister to a brothel, and threatened to break Chen Sanwu's legs, Wang Chi was so terrified that his soul nearly fled his body. A moment later, cold sweat drenched his back.

Then his legs went weak, and he dropped to his knees with a thump.

"M-Master Chen! I was wrong! I failed to recognize Mount Tai! Please spare me!"

Wang Chi ignored the excruciating pain in his face and the teeth scattered on the ground. He kowtowed again and again, quickly pounding a bloody mark into his forehead.

"The wages! I'll settle them right now! I'll pay double! I also owe your father money—I'll repay all of it! Please, don't hold it against me!"

Wang Chi no longer dared show the slightest trace of arrogance. All he could think about was begging for mercy and saving his life.

After all, Chen Jing had dealt with five brutes with ease. Killing him next would be no harder than crushing an ant!

"Scared now?"

Chen Jing slowly walked over to Wang Chi and looked down at him.

Chen Jing's voice wasn't loud, yet Wang Chi shuddered from head to toe. "When you threatened my family just now, why didn't you think this day might come?"

"Yes, yes! I was a fool! I must've had lard over my eyes!"

Wang Chi kowtowed like a pestle pounding grain, his voice choked with sobs. "Master Chen, I truly know I was wrong. I'll give you whatever you want. Just please spare this dog's life."

Chen Jing asked coldly, "How much do you owe my father in wages, including the penalty you just mentioned?"

"Your father... no, your father's wages come to five taels. I made up that penalty just now—it doesn't count! It doesn't count!"

Wang Chi hurriedly said, "I'll give you twenty taels! No, fifty! Take the fifty taels as an apology to you and your father!"

As he spoke, Wang Chi struggled to pull a heavy money pouch from his robes. He held it out to Chen Jing with both hands, his eyes full of pleading.

Chen Jing glanced at the money pouch Wang Chi was offering and took it casually, weighing it in his hand.

It was heavy.

"Since I've taken your money..."

Hearing this, Wang Chi's face relaxed. He nearly collapsed with relief, his heart surging with joy.

He knew his life was safe.

But before Wang Chi could fully breathe out the tension in his chest,

Chen Jing's voice rang out again.

"Then you can rest easy on your way to the next life."

"W-what?"

Wang Chi's pupils suddenly widened. The relief on his face froze into disbelieving terror, and he opened his mouth, trying to explain.

The next instant!

Chen Jing raised his foot.

Bang!!

Wang Chi didn't even have time to scream. His head exploded on the spot, blood spraying everywhere as his corpse slammed to the ground. He was thoroughly dead.

The side hall fell deathly silent.

Chen Jing casually tucked the money pouch into his robe, his voice utterly cold.

"The money was my father's."

"Your life was lost because of your own actions."

How could Chen Jing possibly spare someone who wanted to harm his entire family!

And Wang Chi wasn't the only one. His younger brother, Wang Cheng, had to die too!

After all, since the other side wanted his entire family dead, he had to strike first and wipe out their whole family!