I don't know how to fight

Clean and decisive.

There was not a single unnecessary movement. Even the direction the blood would spray after death had been taken into account.

Not a drop of blood remained on the blade between his fingers.

He silently put it away.

Yu Sheng looked toward Liu Qingfeng, confusion on his face. "Why haven't I seen the policy you mentioned?"

"Did I miss it?"

Liu Qingfeng's gaze was complicated as he looked at Yu Sheng. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking at that moment. "This is a regulation you can only learn about after becoming a true awakener."

"There's little point in ordinary people knowing."

"They might even get themselves killed out of greed."

Listening to Liu Qingfeng's explanation, Yu Sheng nodded thoughtfully.

There were actually laws he didn't know about.

It seemed he had to try to become an ability user sooner, so he wouldn't be quite so helpless when faced with similar situations in the future.

After all...

He really wasn't good at fighting.

Looking at Yu Sheng now, probably no one would have guessed... that he had just killed someone.

Did he feel no psychological burden at all?

Even in death, the beggar's eyes were wide open. The fear, madness, and... regret he had shown in the last second of his life-all those emotions made the students present unable to look directly at him.

Some of the more timid ones had even squeezed their eyes shut and turned away, without the courage to take even another glance.

As Liu Qingfeng watched the students' reactions, the disappointment in his eyes grew increasingly obvious.

"Is this your first time seeing a dead person?"

"Are you thinking..."

"Why did he have to kill him? Wasn't Yu Sheng being too cruel?"

"After all, it was a human life?"

Liu Qingfeng's voice was icy. The other two teachers seemed to want to say something, but helplessly chose to remain silent.

Most of the students looked at Liu Qingfeng instinctively, a trace of bewilderment in their eyes. Though they said nothing, their meaning was plain.

That was exactly what they thought.

Because to them, the beggar had merely rushed in and been killed.

All they had done the entire time was lie on the floor.

So, as for hatred toward the beggar...

They really didn't feel much.

Liu Qingfeng scoffed. His gaze held no emotion at all as he looked at the students. "If Yu Sheng hadn't stopped them, the ones dead now... would be you."

"Or do you think nothing could go wrong with us teachers here?"

"But what if someone came who even we couldn't defeat?"

"What would you do then?"

"I've observed you for a day, and I'm disappointed."

"Because you all think being an awakener means basking in the limelight, living comfortably, and being respected."

"Yet in the end, you're afraid of blood, afraid of life."

"Even an enemy's life."

"If you even have the courage to kill cultists with your own hands, how will you go to Demon-Suppressing Pass and face those far more terrifying, far more ferocious demonic beasts?"

"Now, all of you, sit beside that corpse."

"Look at him!"

"Look at his wounds. Look at his eyes."

"Keep looking until you can overcome the fear in your hearts."

"If you can't even overcome a dead man, what will you use to protect the human race? Your mouths?"

"Of course, if you can't accept this, go over there. You'll be sent back to school tomorrow morning. Settling down as an ordinary person might be the best choice for you."

Liu Qingfeng pointed to a corner.

He looked at everyone.

There was no room for discussion.

For some reason, at that moment, Liu Qingfeng carried a faint air of killing intent.

He seemed more like a soldier than a teacher.

The students exchanged looks.

Du Xu glanced at Yu Sheng's calm face, gritted his teeth, and sat right beside the beggar's corpse. The eyes visible above his full beard stared straight into the beggar's.

He looked utterly fearless.

But his tightly clenched, faintly trembling hands ultimately betrayed what he felt inside.

Pale-faced and trembling, Zhao Zicheng inched toward the corpse, one step at a time.

He kept muttering.

"I'm not fucking scared..."

"My dad's the Head of the Guard Department..."

"He's not scared, so neither am I."

He kept encouraging himself, then finally plopped down beside Du Xu, though the movement was a little too forceful.

Du Xu, whose expression had been fairly calm, jolted at the noise beside him and nearly sprang to his feet.

Only after realizing it was Zhao Zicheng did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Two more students trickled over, but most remained where they stood.

That included Xiao Zifeng, who had seemed so clever earlier.

Looking at the students who refused to move forward, their eyes filled with nothing but fear and retreat, Liu Qingfeng sighed. He turned to the other two teachers and said wearily, "Tomorrow morning... arrange for a school bus to take them back."

"Being ordinary people might be the best outcome for them."

The two teachers were rather silent as well.

They nodded lightly.

Yu Sheng, meanwhile, studied the students curiously, with a trace of incomprehension, as though wondering whether a dead person was really so frightening.

Shouldn't the truly frightening ones be those who were alive?

Little did he know that he, too, had left an indelible shadow in these students' hearts.

Yu Sheng... had killed someone.

Within just a few days, this incident would spread throughout the schools of Mobei City.

It would spark countless debates.

"Sometimes I think... the Ink Pavilion has protected them too well."

"I really don't know what they'll think when they see the scenes at Demon-Suppressing Pass one day."

After saying that, Liu Qingfeng's gaze settled on Yu Sheng.

"Come outside with me."

Leaving him with those words, Liu Qingfeng headed out of the factory first.

Yu Sheng calmly followed behind Liu Qingfeng without a word.

"Have you killed before?"

Standing at the factory entrance, Liu Qingfeng looked up at the bright moon in the night sky and suddenly asked.

"Yes." Yu Sheng nodded lightly.

Liu Qingfeng wasn't surprised. He could tell as much from Yu Sheng's practiced technique alone.

Every cut had aimed for a vital spot.

"When was the first time you killed someone?"

Suddenly, Liu Qingfeng developed a keen interest in Yu Sheng's past. He found it hard to imagine why a child who had only just turned eighteen could be so calm, wary, and even... cold.

Perhaps cold was no longer the right word.

His eyes held nothing but indifference.

Indifference toward life.

Not just his enemies' lives, but his own as well.

Yu Sheng thought for a moment. "I think I was six. Or five. I can't remember."

"I killed them in Sin City."

"It wasn't illegal!"

Yu Sheng suddenly offered this explanation with a solemn expression!

He eyed Liu Qingfeng suspiciously.

As though Liu Qingfeng might call the Guard Bureau the very next second and report him.