Secrets, Part One

Sssht! Sssht!

Two sudden sounds of sharp blades scraping through flesh came from nearby.

Lin Xin turned his head and saw Kong Yuhui pulling his longsword from Zhou Jing's body.

This fourth-layer expert, Zhou Jing, now had a scorched-black back. He too had been wounded by the earlier blast, and his defensive Seamless Sword Art had lost its accuracy, leaving gaping openings.

His inner strength had faltered for a moment, and Kong Yuhui, who had been lying in wait, had seized the chance to drive his sword into Zhou Jing's chest. This was now the second strike after Kong Yuhui had pulled the blade free and stabbed again.

It seemed Kong Yuhui had clearly used some hidden ultimate move to launch a surprise attack at the crucial moment, accomplishing his goal in one stroke.

While Lin Xin and Ouyang Qing had been speaking, Zhou Jing, this great expert, had already lost the focus in his eyes, dying an incomparably stifled death.

"The winner becomes king, the loser a bandit. Kill... me!" Ouyang Qing clutched the bloody hole in her throat, her voice carrying a trace of struggle.

Kong Yuhui walked over and was about to pierce her through with a sword.

"Wait." Lin Xin stopped him.

Kong Yuhui turned back at a loss to look at him. He then saw Lin Xin draw the longsword from Zhou Jing's hand and, with a ssht, thrust it into Ouyang Qing's brow.

Red blood, mixed with transparent cerebrospinal fluid, slowly seeped out.

Lin Xin released the sword, leaving it embedded in Ouyang Qing's forehead.

"Whether she died at Zhou Jing's hands or at the hands of the strange things in this town will depend on whether anyone finds the clues."

Kong Yuhui's expression changed slightly. After such a life-and-death battle, Lin Xin had