Killing Men Like Grass Without a Sound

The more they fought, the deeper the Wide-Nosed Strongman's heart sank.

When he had slammed into Duan Rong on Antique Street, he had already tested Duan Rong's stance. As expected, Duan Rong's internal strength was far inferior to his!

He had thought he had Duan Rong in the bag!

But he had not expected Duan Rong's Martial Skill attainments to be so high!

With his exquisite saber technique, Duan Rong had completely suppressed him!

Unable to finish the fight after attacking for so long, the Wide-Nosed Strongman began to lose confidence, and his footing gradually fell into disarray!

Seizing the opening, Duan Rong suddenly landed a blow!

He pierced through the Wide-Nosed Strongman's right leg, and blood immediately poured out like a fountain!

With his right leg wounded, the Wide-Nosed Strongman instantly slowed, becoming even more of a living target!

Within a few moves, Duan Rong wounded his shoulder again!

At the other end of the alley, the Thin Tall Man held up his shield, panic rising in his heart.

Originally, the Wide-Nosed Strongman had only told the two of them to hold up their shields and block Duan Rong's path. But now that they saw the Wide-Nosed Strongman was injured, they could no longer stand here without moving. They could not let Duan Rong defeat them one by one!

Though the Thin Tall Man was terrified, he still gripped his fork and said to the man beside him, "Come on, let's go help!"

The two tightened their grips on their Sharp Forks and charged toward Duan Rong from behind.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Duan Rong's heart tightened slightly, but his hands moved even faster!

Duan Rong's gaze was ice-cold. With a twist of his wrist, the Oxtail Saber gleaming with cold light nearly slid along the edge of the Wide-Faced Ghost Head Saber before piercing straight through the Wide-Nosed Strongman's right wrist.

The Wide-Nosed Strongman cried out in pain, and the Wide-Faced Ghost Head Saber in his hand clanged onto the ground.

Taking the opportunity, Duan Rong kicked him beneath the crotch. The strongman dropped to his knees in pain.

Duan Rong spun around, seized the Wide-Nosed Strongman by the shoulder, and set his saber against his throat.

The Thin Tall Man and the other raised their Sharp Forks and charged over, only to see Duan Rong's eyes turn frigid as he held his saber in his right hand. Its blade swept across the Wide-Nosed Strongman's throat like water.

His flesh split open, and blood sprayed out!

This was Duan Rong's first time killing someone. It was also the first time he heard the sound of a person's blood spraying from their veins.

A few drops of blood splashed onto his face. His expression remained blank, his gaze cold as frost!

Only at this moment, trapped in this invitation-into-the-urn scheme, did Duan Rong suddenly realize that the impressions of his previous life still lingered within him!

But this world was already different.

If he had not happened to Devour Artifact Spirit two days ago and absorbed the experience of the Mastery Level Five Tigers Herd Sheep Saber—

The one who would have died in this alley would have been him!

This world required killing!

If you did not kill, others would kill you!

The Wide-Nosed Strongman clutched his neck as he knelt on the ground, blood gushing continuously through the gaps between his fingers!

His eyes revealed intense unwillingness and hatred!

The Wide-Nosed Strongman had possessed the best Martial Arts among the three of them, yet he had died just like that!

The Thin Tall Man's face instantly went pale, profound terror showing in his large eyes.

Duan Rong flashed forward, stepping over the Wide-Nosed Strongman's body lying in a pool of blood. With two successive strikes, he slit both men's throats.

Neither had practiced much Martial Arts to begin with, and now they were gripped by extreme terror. Before Duan Rong, they had no power to fight back at all.

A bloody hole appeared in each of their throats.

They fell backward to the ground, muffled sounds rising from deep in their throats.

Duan Rong thought he was very calm, but he suddenly realized that his hands had been shaking all along!

Killing someone was never an easy thing!

The moment the Long-Bearded Dwarf saw Duan Rong standing alone in the alley, his gaze cold and a few bloody blossoms splashed across his stone-hard face, his legs immediately went weak.

He turned and fled toward the other end of the alley.

Duan Rong suddenly flicked his right hand. With a sharp whoosh through the air!

The Oxtail Saber in his hand flew through the air, burying itself in the dwarf's back. Its blood-soaked tip burst out from the dwarf's chest!

A chill straight through the heart!

The dwarf suddenly felt a pain in his chest. His already weakening legs had barely exerted any strength before a force drove him stumbling forward for several steps...

Duan Rong had infused that throw with internal energy!

When the dwarf saw the saber tip protruding from his chest, his vision had already gone dark... In the next instant, he collapsed...

Duan Rong crossed over in several strides and pulled the saber from the dwarf's body lying in the pool of blood.

Channeling internal energy through his right arm, Duan Rong flung it hard. The bloodstains on the blade scattered like raindrops against the alley wall, leaving behind a dense spray of crimson dots.

Duan Rong sheathed his saber, grabbed the bundle of miscellaneous books that had rolled beside the wall, and fled the alley as though escaping for his life.

Behind him lay four corpses in the alley, their deaths gruesome!

Duan Rong wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand, then broke into a mad sprint. He rushed out the other end of the alley and disappeared into the crowd!

Duan Rong's face was pale and his lips trembled. He tried desperately to calm himself, but the image of that bloody alley with four corpses sprawled within it kept leaping into his mind like a nightmare, impossible to drive away!

What Duan Rong could not forget most were the looks in their eyes as they died.

Only someone who had been stared at by the dead knew what that felt like!

Duan Rong suddenly crouched beside a wall and vomited violently!

He nearly vomited up his bile, tears and snot streaming down together.

After vomiting, Duan Rong felt his emotions ease a little. He stood and returned to the Yuan Shun Escort Agency.

By the time Duan Rong returned to the Yuan Shun Escort Agency, dusk had already fallen. He did not go to the dining hall for dinner, nor did he go to the Martial Arts Field to train. He went straight back to the dormitory courtyard.

Duan Rong shut himself inside his single-room dormitory. He did not light a lamp, remaining alone in the deep darkness...

Duan Rong sat blankly on the bed. It felt as though four corpses lay before him on the floor in the darkness.

Their deaths were miserable—every strike fatal, chests pierced and throats slit!

Duan Rong felt his nostrils filled with the stench of blood... He had never imagined that killing someone would feel like this...

Duan Rong remained alone in the darkness for the entire night. No one knew what exactly he went through that night.

But at dawn the next morning, he washed himself naked with the well water in the courtyard. Then he dressed, lifted his head, and smiled coolly at the newborn morning sun before walking out of the dormitory courtyard.

Duan Rong first went to a shop not far from the entrance of the Yuan Shun Escort Agency, where he ate two donkey-meat flatbreads and drank a large bowl of hot-and-sour soup.

With his stomach pleasantly warm, Duan Rong stood and strolled toward the Crude Drug Store at the street corner.

At the Crude Drug Store, Duan Rong bought ten slices of top-grade antler velvet.

These antler velvet slices were of better quality than those issued by the escort agency. That was clear from their appearance alone—the slices were a rich purplish-red. Drug stores generally called them Blood Antler Velvet, the finest grade of antler velvet.

Holding the ten slices of Blood Antler Velvet wrapped in coarse paper, Duan Rong walked out of the Crude Drug Store with a pained expression.

Those ten slices of Blood Antler Velvet had cost him more than ten taels of silver.

And he was still only cultivating the first level of internal energy.

One step, one new heaven. From this alone, one could see how immense the expenses of later cultivation would be.

Even with eight hundred taels, he could not keep eating away at his savings forever!

"Those so-called top geniuses are nothing more than piles upon piles of resources stacked up to make them. If you have no background and no resources, then even if you are heaven-blessed, you are only a little better than trash."

Duan Rong suddenly realized that although this world differed from his previous life in its circumstances, its underlying logic was astonishingly similar.

"First, I'll cultivate the first level to completion."

Holding the paper-wrapped medicine package, Duan Rong hurried back toward the Yuan Shun Escort Agency.

Yesterday's battle in the alley had given him a powerful sense of crisis!

Another astonishingly similar principle to his previous life was that Duan Rong had always believed investing in oneself was the best investment.

The same was true in this world. One's own martial strength was the foundation of everything!