Who Is the Prey

Su Chen shrugged. "Congratulations, you guessed right. But there's no reward, because every one of you is going to die."

Su Chen never had any reason to reason with those who wanted to kill him.

No matter who they were or what background they had, they had to die!

"Kid, have you gone mad?"

"Saying something like that in front of our Young Master—are you tired of living? Do you know what cultivation our Young Master has?"

The young man addressed as Young Master suddenly grinned in a carefree, roguish manner and raised a hand to cut everyone off.

Then the Young Master walked up to Su Chen, sized him up for a moment, and said disdainfully, "You just said you wanted all of us to die?"

"Young Master, this brat is simply courting death. Let us teach him a lesson on your behalf."

The Young Master waved his hand, staring at Su Chen with great interest as a malicious chuckle escaped him. "Kid, I truly admire your courage. It would be a bit of a pity for someone like you to die."

"How about this? You fight me one-on-one. If you can defeat me, I'll let you leave. What do you say?"

At first glance, one might really think the Young Master of the Iron Garb Sect was kindhearted and intended to spare Su Chen.

But upon closer thought, it became clear that even the Iron Garb Sect disciples looked like fiends and demons.

How could their Young Master possibly be any saintly man or virtuous woman?

His purpose was merely to seize the chance to toy with someone.

It was like treating a person as prey—first giving the prey hope of survival, then slowly shattering that hope bit by bit, and finally watching the prey struggle in despair. That thrill was far beyond simply killing someone.

A mocking curve lifted at Su Chen's lips as he stared at the Iron Garb Sect's Young Master. "Fine."

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't refuse." The Iron Garb Sect's Young Master waved his hand and ordered, "Clear out some space for us!"

Very soon, the Iron Garb Sect members retreated to one side, leaving a large open area for Su Chen and the Iron Garb Sect's Young Master.

Su Chen could clearly sense a gaze fixed firmly on him from behind. He did not need to turn around to know it came from the black-clothed middle-aged expert guarding the Iron Garb Sect's Young Master.

However, Su Chen showed no reaction. He merely looked calmly at the Iron Garb Sect's Young Master opposite him. "Can we begin?"

"Let's begin!" The Iron Garb Sect's Young Master took out a leather whip. "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you—my surname is Ma, and my name is Hui. Remember it well. If you die, at least you'll remember the name of the man who killed you, so you won't become a confused ghost!"

As he spoke, Ma Hui circulated his true qi, instantly unleashing his cultivation—the Tenth Layer of the Qi-Attraction Realm!

"Kid, if you want to live, then use every last ounce of your strength to defeat me!" A ferocious smile appeared on Ma Hui's lips. The prey had taken the bait; since Su Chen had agreed to fight him, it meant the prey had begun to hope for survival.

And what Ma Hui needed to do was ruthlessly crush that hope again and again until the prey fell into complete despair.

That feeling would be absolutely exhilarating!

Silver Serpent Whip Art! Ma Hui flicked his wrist, and the leather whip shot toward Su Chen like a venomous snake at lightning speed.

If nothing unexpected happened, the whip would lash fiercely across Su Chen's body and wrap around him, leaving him unable to move.

This was Ma Hui's favorite way of tormenting people: bind them tightly without taking their lives. In order to survive, they would surely struggle violently, allowing him to enjoy their writhing to his heart's content.

Only this time, things seemed a little different.

After the whip struck out, it did not produce the expected sensation of a fish taking to water. Instead, it felt as though it had struck something and been bounced back.

Ma Hui looked across at Su Chen and discovered that Su Chen stood there with a longsword in hand. His whip had clearly been knocked back by the blade of that sword.

"Damn it! He actually blocked my whip technique."

A burning pain shot through Ma Hui's wrist. The force of the whip had rebounded and injured it.

Yet what shocked Ma Hui even more was what he felt inside. He was already a Tenth Layer Qi-Attraction Realm martial artist, yet Su Chen could still block his whip technique.

Didn't that mean Su Chen had also reached the Tenth Layer of the Qi-Attraction Realm?

A fifteen-year-old Tenth Layer Qi-Attraction Realm martial artist?

That was simply too horrifying to believe. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it!

Amid his shock, Su Chen's voice suddenly came from across from him. "Now it's my turn to ask you: fight me, and if you can defeat me, I'll let you live. How about it?"

What?

Before Ma Hui could react, Su Chen raised the longsword in his hand high. A surging flash of sword light, carrying boundless might, slashed straight down at him!

"Not good!"

Terror filled Ma Hui's heart. The powerful instincts of a Tenth Layer Qi-Attraction Realm martial artist made him realize at once that the power of Su Chen's sword far surpassed that of an ordinary Tenth Layer Qi-Attraction Realm martial artist!

Dodge! That was Ma Hui's first thought.

But at such close range, where could he possibly dodge to?

The snowy-white sword light drew closer and closer, rapidly enlarging before his eyes until it became the final image in Ma Hui's mind before death.

"Young Master!"

A figure suddenly lunged forward—it was the black-clothed expert guard!

But by the time he came to save him, it was already too late!

Bang!

Ma Hui's body fell stiffly to the ground with a deafening crash. A bloody gash opened across his neck, blood gushing out in streams.

His eyes were still filled with disbelief, as though he could not accept that he had been killed by prey in his own eyes.

"Kid, you actually dared to kill the Young Master of our Iron Garb Sect!"

The black-clothed expert stood frozen for a long while before recovering. Su Chen had truly dared to kill the Iron Garb Sect's Young Master, completely unafraid of forming a blood feud with the Iron Garb Sect!

And he had done it right in front of him, an expert guard!

"Damn it!" The black-clothed expert was beside himself with rage. Su Chen's actions were undoubtedly an open and blatant challenge to him.

Yet at that moment, Su Chen's unhurried voice sounded beside his ear. "Do you think you'll be able to escape?"

"What?"

The black-clothed expert was already furious. From Su Chen's words, it seemed that Su Chen intended to kill him as well?

"Kid, I admit you have some skill, but you're still far too lacking if you want to kill me!" In his towering rage, the black-clothed expert unleashed all the cultivation within his body!

His cultivation was astonishingly at the peak of the Tenth Layer of the Qi-Attraction Realm!

Just one step away from breaking through into the Essence Condensation Realm, he was an absolute expert!

The black-clothed expert let out a long howl, true qi surging wildly through his palms. His flesh-and-blood hands gradually became coated in a layer of iron-colored radiance visible to the naked eye, like a pair of palms cast from bronze and iron, displaying immense power.

"Kid, today you killed the Young Master of my Iron Garb Sect. Here and now, I'll make you repay blood with blood."

Before the black-clothed expert's voice had finished echoing through the air, he had already arrived within a meter of Su Chen.

Origin-Returning Iron Palm!

His palms struck out, battering the air before him into ripples and producing piercing sonic booms.