Chapter 182 - 42 True Demon Assault (4/3, average subscription bonus - )

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Chapter 182: Chapter 42 True Demon Assault (4/3, average subscription bonus Chapter)For the shopkeeper, people like Liu were the most detestable, employees who exploited their insider position. They specifically infiltrated pawnshops to observe targets and rob those who had obtained silver from the pawnshops. Li Zhen Pawnshop considered itself too reputable and significant to engage in such underhanded methods, but these people had no such scruples! For the pawnshop, this was simply the worst and most disgusting scenario; it greatly tarnished the pawnshop’s local reputation, and the pawnshop itself was completely unaware! What was most important was... this could affect his promotion! "Son of a bitch!" Uttering such curses, Manager Zhang fiercely kicked the hand of the scout, shattering his bones. The scout wanted to scream in agony, but An Jing knocked him out with a stomp. "Rest assured." Turning to face him, Manager Zhang bowed solemnly to An Jing and apologized, "We at Li Zhen Pawnshop will certainly give you an explanation for this... I am truly ashamed that after all the joking, it turns out that we were the source of the problem." "It’s nothing." An Jing, however, waved his hand, appearing quite unconcerned by these affairs, "In the end, I didn’t get into any trouble, did I? Besides, I can tell that Manager Zhang is a good person." "In that case," An Jing smiled, "If it’s not too much trouble, would Manager Zhang please accompany me to hand this scout over to the authorities, how about it?" "After all, I am a Dust Li person. In Ming City, your word carries more weight, Manager Zhang... And naturally, I will speak on your behalf, to dissociate this scout from your esteemed establishment!" "That would be great, that would be great!" Manager Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. Although it seemed like An Jing was asking for his help, in fact, An Jing could easily find any local person of standing to aid him. It was a face-saving favor that could repair the pawnshop’s image and sever ties with the scout, saving his chance for a promotion. It was a face-saving way out that An Jing was offering him, and if he didn’t accept it, he might as well stop being a shopkeeper and start over as an apprentice! Having made their decision, the pair quickly took action. Manager Zhang called several other employees, hoisted the thief with a carrying pole, and prepared to take him directly to the authorities. It looked like matters would rest there for the moment—An Jing had successfully captured a scout from the True Demon Sect and enlisted the support of the well-regarded Li Zhen Pawnshop Manager to act as a witness to bolster the persuasiveness of his case to the City Magistrate. But in reality, this was just the beginning. From the start, An Jing knew someone was eavesdropping on his conversation with Manager Zhang. He patiently waited until Sword Spirit informed him that the other party had finished sending the message before making his move. The outcome of this waiting was quite satisfying. "They’re here." As An Jing and the group from Li Zhen Pawnshop walked along the frosty, snowy streets, he suddenly looked up, scanning the street corners and smiling, "I knew it, the closer we get to Frost Calamity, the more audacious you lot become." "You used to disguise your actions, but now you dare to openly ambush and rob." At that moment, amid Manager Zhang’s anxious questions of ’Who are you? What do you want?!’, a group of burly Martial Artists clad in gray cloaks slowly emerged from the desolate snow-covered alley. These warriors were silent and stern, their faces hidden by masks. Their exposed skin was a deep tan, clearly indicating they were not locals. An Jing even recognized some of them from earlier in the morning—acquaintances he had encountered at Chongyi Building with You Ruhui. —The True Demon Sect had received the message and now directly targeted him and his associates! "Kill..." With brevity and shock, the order given by what appeared to be the captain of the gray-cloaked warriors, the battle began. Before his command even finished, as An Jing reached for his sword hilt, a massacre commenced. "Clang—" Before Manager Zhang of the Li Zhen Pawnshop and the two employees could even grasp what was happening, they heard the sound of swords clashing and saw a flash of dark silver blade light. And a burst of blood that splattered into the air, bright red. In utter silence, An Jing had already appeared beside the nearest Gray Cloak Warrior, whose head was held high, bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes still unaware of their own demise; hot blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain. Before the head could fall, An Jing once again employed the Imperial Heaven and Houtu Method’s Mysterious Steps, with these quiet yet explosively swift assassination steps, to approach another Gray Cloak Warrior who had yet to react, and delivered another slash with his Piercing Armor True Strength! In the instant An Jing swung his blade, it seemed not a person cutting, but rather a mountain collapse, a raging tide, the howling wind and rain, the thunder descending from the azure sky to rectify the corrupt. This was the True Intent of the Imperial Heaven Method that many a warrior of the Heaven’s Will Demon Sect would never fathom in their lifetime. Neither the Gray Cloak Warriors nor the people from Li Zhen Pawnshop could perceive any details, only seeing the fleeting afterimage of a lightning strike. "Pfft!" Yet another head soared into the air, An Jing at this moment did not use any Blood Fiend, Gold Fiend, any Divine Skills, or even invoke the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban—relying solely on his own overwhelming physical condition and his skill in exerting force. But it was completely sufficient. "How is this possible!?" The third target of An Jing was the captain of the Gray Cloak Warriors, a Martial Artist with Inner Breath like Tide. After An Jing had killed two in a single breath, he finally realized his mission was not about easily dealing with an insolent Dust Li boy, but that he had blundered into hitting an adamantine Xuan iron board. Instinctual reaction temporarily saved his life—the captain of the Gray Cloaks raised the saber from his waist with the fastest speed, blocking with both the sheath and blade together. Crack! The sheath, along with the blade, was cut in two, but the Gray Cloak captain also used the force to retreat, his whole body flying back to a distance of five Zhang. —Damn your mother, Scout, what dog-bred intel is this! A profligate son? He’s clearly a major Dust Li genius, we’re not in his league at all! Shocked and enraged, he bellowed at the top of his lungs, "What are you waiting for? Attack together..." Halfway through his shout, the Gray Cloak captain closed his mouth—not voluntarily, but because the sharpness of the blade that seemed to cut open his skin and windpipe made it impossible for him to breathe out or open his teeth. In fact, at this moment, he had no time to think or do anything. Because he saw a pair of blood-red eyes already close before him. Because An Jing’s blade had arrived. Thump! Another head was tossed high into the air, The fate of the Gray Cloak captain was no different. For An Jing, who had mastered the Imperial Heaven and Houtu Method and reached The Third Prohibition with the Taibai Luminous Godly Ban, his physical condition was comparable to some non-physical Divine Abnormality Inner Strength warriors. The Divine Prohibition that strengthened his arms and legs, combined with the explosive power of Mysterious Steps, allowed An Jing to become like a ghostly figure, a shadow swiftly killing each of the Gray Cloak Warriors beyond their reaction speed. "Imperial Heaven, my lord..." "Oh, heavens above..." For the people at Li Zhen Pawnshop and the Scout Liu who had awoken at some point, all of this was no different from a dream. The strength that An Jing displayed now exceeded their imagination. The fluency of his skill and precision of technique were as if among humankind, some could only boil clear soup with noodles, slicing radishes while cutting their hands, and yet others could prepare a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, carving the twelve zodiac animals on tofu. Though both were human, the skills were worlds apart! —Even the geniuses of Martial Arts from the larger places like the Prefecture Government and Shenjing, those Martial Dao True Seeds sent to the True Martial Platform, could not exceed this level, right? For the Gray Cloak Warriors, everything happening now was a nightmarish terror. Their squad of seven, An Jing killed three including the captain within the first few breaths, and the remaining four did not flee, but rather howled incoherently, raising their swords in crazed fury, charging toward An Jing from different directions, intending to surround and attack the Dust Li youth like an Evil Ghost. But An Jing instead put down the knife in his hand, the first severed head falling along with the blade. "Need to leave one or two alive," He murmured to himself. Then, as the second head hit the ground. He threw a punch.

Chapter 182 - 42 True Demon Assault (4/3, average subscription bonus - )

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