The Fourth Sacrifice! Save Whatever You Have to Say for the Other Side
Bang!
Cheng Sheng delivered four heavy knee strikes in rapid succession.
Activating Power of the Ram so rapidly and repeatedly in such a short time had put his heart under strain.
It felt as though several red-hot blocks of iron had been stuffed into his chest, leaving it tight, swollen, and burning.
"Had enough stabbing?!"
Cheng Sheng let go and shoved the muscular man with the knuckle-duster away, most of the man's chest nearly caved in from his blows. He spun around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the man with the nose ring behind him.
The latter's hand stopped. He froze for half a second, and by the time he reacted and moved to stab, two hands like iron clamps had already seized his shoulders.
Squelch-
Cheng Sheng failed to dodge the Bee Sting completely. It pierced his flesh and scraped across his cheek, leaving a gash on his left cheekbone deep enough to expose bone.
Blood immediately flowed out like dye, some of it running into Cheng Sheng's mouth with the rainwater.
He ignored it. He shoved the nose-ring man forward fiercely, all ten fingers tightening at once!
Power of the Ram activated for the fifth time!
Crack!
A sharp crack of shattering shoulder blades rang out. The nose-ring man let out a piercing scream, his face turning pale in an instant and his forehead drenched in sweat.
Cheng Sheng released him and, before the man could stagger back, closed in and slammed an elbow into his chest!
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
He threw roughly seven or eight punches and elbow strikes in succession. Of the Six Great Forms of the Black Killing Style, these were the two Cheng Sheng had practiced most and used most often.
Thud-
Only when the nose-ring man, too, had fallen to the ground did Cheng Sheng finally stop.
"Huff-huff-"
He braced both hands on his knees and gulped for breath like a fighting beast that had reached the end of its strength.
The rain beat against his back. His clothes had long been soaked through, but only after the fight ended did he feel the waves of intense pain coming from all across his back.
While he had been trying to take down the muscular man with the knuckle-duster first, the nose-ring man had stabbed him in the back at least six or seven times.
Although Spiny Skin had kept the wounds from being very deep, they still hurt like hell.
His back had nearly been stabbed to pieces. The one thing Cheng Sheng was grateful for was that his opponent hadn't coated the Bee Sting in poison-perhaps he'd thought he could deal with him easily enough without it? Or was it because the forecast had said it would rain today, and the downpour would have washed any poison away...
Either way, he had won!
He had survived!
Everyone had weaknesses, and Nurturing Sha boxers were no exception. That was even more true of these two Ruan Clan disciples: the fast one lacked strength, while the strong one was a little slow to react...
By exploiting their respective weaknesses and defeating them one by one, the weak had overcome the strong, and he had found life in a place of death... Cheng Sheng had made the right bet, and he had won!
"So... cough, cough..."
Bent over, Cheng Sheng coughed violently twice and muttered to himself, "I'm a fucking... fighting genius!"
After resting for a while, Cheng Sheng felt some of his strength return. He bent down, picked up the Bee Sting the nose-ring man had dropped, then walked over slowly to check on the two men in turn.
He had to admit, Nurturing Sha boxers had tough bodies. Neither of them was dead.
Most of the muscular man's chest had nearly caved in, as though some giant-footed monster had stomped hard on it, yet he still wasn't dead!
His eyes were wide as he looked at Cheng Sheng, filled with shock and disbelief, but he was still breathing. He was even in slightly better shape than the nose-ring man beside him.
If I'd kneed him in the balls just now, he'd definitely have died from the pain by now.
I'm still a little short on strength...
Cheng Sheng looked at the muscular man lying on the ground and thought to himself.
Nothing more to say...
Finish them off!
He raised the Bee Sting, aimed it between the muscular man's eyebrows, and stabbed down hard, his face expressionless!
After such a perilous battle, what bullshit burden could Cheng Sheng possibly feel about "killing someone for the first time"?
The wounds on his face and back hurt like hell. In his previous life, he had stayed comfortably at home every day, ordering takeout and playing games. When had he ever suffered this much?
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to chop the two men into eight pieces!
Crack-!
A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the rain-flooded street.
In the downpour, the youth crouched halfway, the Bee Sting in his hand hovering motionless above a face full of fear and terror. Its tip was less than half a centimeter from the spot between the man's eyebrows, yet it still hadn't come down.
Half a minute later, the youth slowly stood up.
He looked down at the two figures lying on the ground, unable to move and at his mercy, an indescribable, strange light flickering in his eyes.
"If I just kill them like this, wouldn't it be..."
"Too much of a waste?"
Crack-!
Another bolt of lightning flashed across the rain-lashed night sky.
As though...
It were answering the youth's muttering.
Twenty minutes later, the abandoned campus of Qingsha No. 3 Middle School.
Outside the old classroom's windows, wind and rain raged, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.
Inside, the flames of black candles flickered gently, casting the shadow of someone busily working with his head lowered onto the wall.
Cheng Sheng was racing against time to draw the ritual array for the Dark Sacrifice.
Cheng Sheng had thought it over. After killing them, he would still have to dispose of the bodies. Rather than go to all that trouble, he might as well sacrifice them directly to the demon. He might even get something good in return.
To maximize the benefits of this spur-of-the-moment "fourth sacrifice," he had even given the muscular man with the knuckle-duster and the nose-ring man some simple bandaging to keep them from dying prematurely.
"Done."
Cheng Sheng hurriedly finished the final stroke of the array and, after confirming that it had been drawn correctly, quickly walked over to the two men he had placed at its center.
"Good, they're not dead."
After checking on them, Cheng Sheng breathed a great sigh of relief. He didn't want all his work to have been for nothing.
At that moment, the faces of the nose-ring man and the muscular man with the knuckle-duster were filled with unease and dread. They didn't know what Cheng Sheng was going to do next, but judging by the quiet, eerie atmosphere throughout the whole process, it certainly wouldn't be anything good.
Sometimes, the unknown was the most frightening thing of all.
Before the ritual formally began, Cheng Sheng crouched down and looked at the two men, speaking calmly. "You really ought to thank me, actually..."
"If I kill you, dead means really dead."
"But being sacrificed is different. If you're lucky, maybe you can live a second life over there, reincarnate, rise from the grassroots, and reach the peak..."
"Mumble, mumble..."
On the ground, the nose-ring man's eyes were filled with terror. His lips moved, and he forced some sounds through his teeth, as though trying to speak to Cheng Sheng.
Cheng Sheng leaned in and listened for a long time, but he still couldn't understand a single word.
"All right, save your strength."
Cheng Sheng finally gave up on listening to the rest of his last words. He shook his head, patted the man's chest, and comforted him. "Whatever you have to say, save it for the guys over there when you arrive."
With that, he stood and walked to the edge of the array.
In his mind, the Black Book turned silently, and ancient syllables came one after another from Cheng Sheng's mouth.
An invisible, strange field of force gradually enveloped the entire classroom. A cold wind blew, and the candlelight stretched Cheng Sheng's shadow across the wall...
This was Cheng Sheng's fourth sacrifice.
It was also his first sacrifice using living people as offerings...!
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