Drip, drip—
Blood dripped steadily from the short blade. Gu Sheng gasped for breath. Though he had already killed quite a few people, this was only the second time he had fought someone at close range.
The first time had been in the forest, when he split Li Yan in two with a single woodcutter's blade. This time, he had stabbed this stalker clean through.
The skinny martial artist's chest was a bloody mess. Gu Sheng had stabbed him more than a dozen times, leaving a bloodied hole the size of a bowl, blood gurgling out of it.
But this time—
Gu Sheng found that he had adapted much better. After taking several deep breaths, he had completely calmed down, and his gaze gradually settled.
He crouched down and pulled off the skinny martial artist's face covering. A long face appeared before him, and Gu Sheng could not help but be startled.
"It's someone from the Black Sand Gang..."
He had never dealt with this man face-to-face. However, when Han Lu of the Black Sand Gang had come to collect the annual tribute with his men that day, this man had stood behind Han Lu. Gu Sheng had some impression of him and still remembered him after all this time.
"An Iron Skin martial artist who's also skilled in lightness arts. He's probably some minor leader in the Black Sand Gang, isn't he?"
Anticipation flickered in Gu Sheng's eyes.
He began carefully searching the man's body.
A moment later—
"Sure enough... I shouldn't have expected too much..."
Gu Sheng looked at the pile of miscellaneous items before him with regret in his eyes.
He had originally hoped that he might find the lightness martial art on this man. That movement technique had caught his eye just now—it had allowed him