The boy sped up, his attacks suddenly growing fiercer. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell he was using Spirit.
If Qin Xun hadn't been far more skilled than the boy, he would have been struck several times.
"They agreed not to use Spirit, so why is he breaking the rules?" Chen Qiao shouted.
"What proof do you have that he's using Spirit? He started practicing martial arts when he was eight. It's perfectly normal for him to be a little stronger!" said the man holding the three-section staff.
Chen Qiao gritted her teeth, looked at Qin Xun, and shouted, "Qin Xun, do as I taught you!"
The boy had already resorted to using Spirit, yet he still couldn't hit Qin Xun. He was getting irritated.
Holding his curved blade, he stood a few meters away and glared viciously at Qin Xun.
"Kid, and you still claim you're not a Psionic? If you weren't using Spirit, how could you possibly react so fast?"
"First, I really am not using Spirit. The reason you can't hit me is that you're too lousy!"
"Second, I'm about your age. Don't call me kid!"
Those two short remarks completely enraged the boy!
The boy stopped hiding it and immediately drew all the Spirit in his body into his hands.
His next slash was lightning-fast!
The curved blade swept through the air with a piercing whistle!
Qin Xun knew that if he didn't use Spirit himself, he would be no match for the boy.
He tried to draw on the Spirit in his body.
As he began using Spirit, his speed increased once again!
This was Qin Xun's first time using Spirit in a fight.
The feeling was truly wondrous!
Although using Spirit did gradually drain his physical energy,
he could clearly feel that his strength had grown considerably, and his dodging speed far surpassed what it had been before.
Relying on his practiced footwork, he dodged the sharp curved blade again and again!
Lulu, wearing black stockings, folded her arms. "Judging by Spirit alone, the boy with the blade is clearly a little stronger than Qin Xun! But in terms of combat experience, Qin Xun utterly crushes him!"
A bearded man standing beside her smacked his lips. "I've never seen anyone so young with skills this good! Most importantly, he hasn't even attacked yet. He's been dodging the whole time!"
There was a reason Qin Xun had held off on attacking.
Before the fight began, Chen Qiao had told him to play with the boy.
The longer, the better!
He didn't think Chen Qiao would ask him to stall for no reason.
So he kept dodging without attacking.
"Fuck, will you fucking fight back already?!"
Qin Xun kept evading, treating the boy like a monkey he was toying with, and the boy couldn't take it anymore.
Using so much Spirit to fight, the boy gradually broke out in a sheen of sweat.
He had only recently turned eighteen and had been a Psionic for just three months.
He had yet to fully master using Spirit in combat!
On top of that, his constant failure to hit Qin Xun made him agitated, and his body grew increasingly tired.
A sheen of sweat gradually appeared on Qin Xun's forehead as well.
Although his body felt a little tired,
he could still keep going!
Back in the Killing Arena, he had been knocked down countless times and gotten back up countless times.
At his worst, he had taken three knife wounds to the abdomen and two to the thigh, and had two ribs broken.
Compared to that, this little bit of fatigue was nothing.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Five minutes later.
The boy was drenched in sweat and panting for breath.
Qin Xun's face was covered in sweat too, but he knew how to regulate his breathing.
His overall condition stood in stark contrast to the boy's!
"Fucking fight back already!" the boy roared.
"I'm afraid that if I attack, you won't even get a chance to fight back!"
Qin Xun's gaze turned cold, and he finally went on the offensive.
He closed in on the boy like a ghost.
Looking into Qin Xun's icy eyes, the boy suddenly felt a surge of fear!
The three men also sensed that something was wrong!
Those were the eyes of a killer!
They wanted to go over and intervene.
But after taking just one step forward, all three felt dizzy. Their legs gave way, and they fell to the ground.
Qin Xun also closed in on the boy, blocked the curved blade slashing at him with a clang, then drew a dagger with his left hand and swiftly pressed it against the boy's throat!
The whole place fell deathly silent!
The boy stared blankly at Qin Xun and gulped!
"Good!" Chen Qiao applauded.
Lulu's eyes widened in shock. "His very first move was a killing blow. This handsome young man is no simple character!"
"What you practiced was fighting. What I practiced was killing! You don't have to cut off your hand, but next time, don't tell people how many you've killed with such a proud look in your eyes!" Qin Xun gently pushed the boy's curved blade aside, put away his dagger, and turned to leave.
The boy stared fixedly at Qin Xun's back, his eyes trembling, then raised the curved blade in his hand and slashed at him from behind.
Qin Xun had only just reacted and was about to turn around when a red cross-shaped dart flew past his cheek!
A scream rang out as the red dart pierced the wrist of the boy's blade-wielding hand. Blood poured out as if it cost nothing.
The boy's three subordinates were now lying on the ground, their faces flushed and their heads spinning. The scar-faced man couldn't stop himself from throwing up violently.
It wasn't just them. Everyone was the same, dizzy and dazed as if they were drunk.
Lulu and her group barely noticed. After all, they had already drunk quite a bit, and their heads had been a little fuzzy to begin with.
The customers who had come out of the tavern were the same. Since they had already been drinking, they didn't notice that they had suddenly grown more intoxicated.
Apart from Qin Xun, the boy, and Xu Chao, who had taken the antidote in advance, everyone had fallen prey to Chen Qiao's move without realizing it.
But the three men were affected the worst!
Chen Qiao ignored the three men entirely and walked over to Qin Xun. She looked down at the boy, who was clutching his hand and rolling around on the ground in pain.
"He already showed you mercy, yet you still had the nerve to launch a sneak attack." She took a dagger from Qin Xun and tossed it onto the ground. "You made a bet, so accept your loss. Cut off your hand!"
"You bitch, what did you do to us..." The man with the three-section staff knelt on the ground and spoke weakly.
"I didn't do anything to you. I just treated you to a drink! Did you really think I'd let you cause trouble on my turf?"
The man picked up the three-section staff from the ground and staggered toward Chen Qiao, but before he had taken two steps, he fell heavily to the ground again.
Qin Xun was stunned. "When did you treat them to a drink?"
"This is my second Psionic Power. As for what it is, I can't tell you. After all, I can't let too many people know about my trump card." Chen Qiao's gaze turned cold again as she looked down at the boy. "Did you hear me? Cut off your hand. If you can't bring yourself to do it, I can do it for you!"
The boy trembled all over in pain and knelt on the ground, forcing himself to endure the agony. He showed no fear and even laughed aloud.
"You want to cut off my hand? Do you really think I'm some ordinary person?"
With difficulty, he pulled an iron token from his clothes and threw it out.
The iron token was black, engraved with a demon with a pair of wings on its back.
At the sight of the token, the people around them all sucked in sharp breaths!
They thought that this time, Boss Chen had kicked an iron plate!
Xu Chao also hurried over. When he saw the iron token, his expression grew grave.
Qin Xun recognized this kind of iron token.
Although he had never seen one before, he had heard people talk about it.
Nobles were broadly divided into two types. One had little to do with the Demon Clan.
The other had direct dealings with the Demon Clan.
Nobles of this kind often wielded enormous power.
Almost no one below the rank of District Chief could possess a Demon Token like this!