You're Even Cuter Now!

Meeting You Qingya's seductive, silken gaze, Li Qingshan stepped forward one pace at a time.

The five black-clad men watched with wary eyes, their gun barrels casually shifting to aim at him.

Li Qingshan seemed not to notice, stopping before You Qingya, his smile growing even brighter.

"Miss, having a drink with you is no problem at all."

You Qingya's lips curled, a hint of smugness creeping into her smile.

Though they had only met once before, the moment she saw him today, she recognized the young man as the handsome guy she had almost bagged two months ago.

The offer of a million for a single glass of wine had left a lasting impression on her.

But now there was no need for that; with just one word from her, he would obediently comply.

You Qingya sat in her chair, crossing her legs. Her height barely reached Li Qingshan's waist, yet her gaze carried a condescending air.

She gently swirled the remaining half-glass of wine, then extended it toward him.

"Handsome, this wine is good. Have a taste."

Li Qingshan smiled and nodded, slowly raising his hand. Just as it reached halfway, he paused.

"Miss, about that million per glass we agreed on earlier—you're not planning to stiff me, are you?"

"What!" You Qingya froze instantly.

Hearing those words, he must have recognized her too.

But her figure, height, hair color, and appearance had all changed—how could he possibly recognize her?

In that moment of shock, Li Qingshan's right hand had already gripped the knife handle.

Since there was no retreat, he would not retreat.

He drew the blade, unsheathing it.

The moment the blade left the sheath, it transformed into a storm of saber shadows.

Li Qingshan sidestepped, the saber shadows flashing past You Qingya and vanishing in an instant.

The five black-clad men reacted quickly, trying to pull their triggers.

But no matter how hard they tried, their fingers wouldn't move a bit.

Just then, On each of their five wrists, a line of blood appeared almost simultaneously.

Agony struck, and their palms slid off.

Their hands were severed.

However, the five ordinary bodyguards were not Li Qingshan's main target.

Before the palms hit the ground, the storm of saber shadows bore down on You Qingya, still seated in her chair.

Thud, thud, thud!

The chopping knife sliced through her limbs without resistance, shattering the wooden chair.

In the blink of an eye, Only a pile of debris, four severed limbs, and a torso remained on the ground.

"Dead?"

Li Qingshan frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on the remains on the floor.

This fight had been too easy—so easy it caught him off guard.

As the first Evil God Cultist he had ever fought, You Qingya was unnaturally weak.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I want you dead!"

A hoarse shriek suddenly rang out, and the severed limbs on the ground all flared with blood-red light. As the glow intensified, the limbs withered and decayed.

"You forced my hand!"

Her voice had lost all its charm, becoming androgynous.

Several beams of blood light blazed to their peak at that moment, drifting toward the torso that had been reduced to a stump.

As the blood light merged in, the torso and limbs gradually extended bloody tentacles.

Slimy, disgusting, twisted, grotesque.

"Now that's more like it!"

Li Qingshan's eyes lit up, his brow relaxing.

He took a step forward, and the storm of saber shadows descended.

The bloody tentacles reacted swiftly, surging to meet them.

The blood light was consumed, and the tentacles grew thicker and more numerous, a dense mass.

The next moment, the saber shadows clashed with the tentacles.

Blood splattered, severed limbs flew.

The blood-colored tentacles were, after all, just ordinary flesh and blood, no match for the blade's slash.

"You lunatic! Psycho! I want you dead!"

From the center of the tentacles, You Qingya's voice grew increasingly deranged.

Every fallen limb turned back into a flash of blood, merging into the main body to grow new tentacles.

But... it was useless!

It couldn't hold out, no matter what!

Li Qingshan was like a merciless blade-wielding machine; the countless saber shadows left no opening.

Flesh and blood weren't infinite. As the number of severed pieces increased, more and more tentacles stopped turning into blood light after falling, instead hitting the ground and turning to ash.

In less than a minute, the floor was covered in ash.

At the center of the ash, the trunk, now reduced to a rod-like shape again, lay sprawled on the ground.

But it wasn't dead yet.

"Heh... heh... everyone dies, all of you will die!"

Her golden hair was long gone; her swollen head was bare with a greasy scalp, and her two bulging eyes were bloodshot.

Li Qingshan stood beside her, studied her carefully, then asked seriously:

"Would you say you're a 'monster' now?"

"Hahaha, monster?"

Her sharp, tooth-filled mouth opened wide, her blood-red eyes full of mockery and madness.

"What? Scared?"

"No, no, you've got it wrong."

Li Qingshan shook his head, unable to suppress the smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"I think you're cuter now!"

Cuter?

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. The gaping mouth stayed open for a long time, and the blood-red eyes were filled with blankness.

Until a flash of saber light appeared, reflected in those eyes.

She finally snapped back to reality and spat out two words in her final moment.

"Lunatic!"

The saber light fell, and ash rose into the air.

[Killed monster, Martial Arts Space Experience +5, Available Time increased by 5 years]

A line of information flashed across the top of the Status Panel.

Li Qingshan sheathed his blade and stood tall, a knowing smile on his face.

"So Evil God Cultists are also 'monsters'."

"Coach, you're a beast!"

Cao Shaoyu shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking.

He had been frozen in terror when You Qingya transformed into a monster.

But as the blade fell and the monster turned to ash, Cao Shaoyu snapped out of it, overwhelmed with excitement.

So what if it was a monster?

Where the long blade pointed, even gods and demons fled!

"Stop yelling."

Li Qingshan shook his head, walked over, and lightly patted the back of his head, then used the flat of his blade to knock Cheng An awake.

"B-Boss!"

Cheng An's legs were still trembling. He swept his gaze over the mess on the floor and stammered:

"Boss, we need to get out of here fast!"

He was just a small-time Chip Runner; tonight's scene was way too intense for him.

Li Qingshan turned to look at the hall.

The chaos was escalating. Fierce Beasts were slaughtering freely, and the audience was screaming and scattering in all directions.

Still, a few clever people had noticed the commotion near the exit and were pushing their way over.

Li Qingshan made a quick decision, shoving Cao Shaoyu toward Cheng An.

"You take the kid and go first. I'll stay a little longer."

"Coach, I want to stay and help you!"

Cao Shaoyu was burning with passion right now—how could he back down?

Stopping monsters and saving the people from danger was exactly his "path of chivalry"!

"Staying just makes you dead weight. Get the hell out!"

Li Qingshan waved his hand impatiently, his gaze locked on the figures howling and roaring in the hall, licking his lips lightly.

The mastermind was already dead—how could he let these Fierce Beasts off?

"Boss, you're a righteous man!"

Cheng An's expression turned serious as he bowed to Li Qingshan.

Then he grabbed Cao Shaoyu, pushed open the iron door, and ran toward the stairwell.

"Righteous?"

Li Qingshan was baffled but didn't dwell on it.

He turned to stare at one of the Fierce Beasts, his eyes blazing, and charged out with his blade raised.

The iron door swung open, light piercing the darkness, giving the crowd pressing closer a glimpse of hope.

The tide of people converged, blocking the way ahead.

Li Qingshan frowned, casually swatting aside a few who got in his way, raising his Chopping Knife high, killing intent spilling out.

"Patrol Bureau on official business. Anyone in the way dies!"