Fairies are easy to deal with, at worst I just have to endure three hundred days of spicy hot pot.
But the punishment from this master has left me utterly unable to cope.
Yet the power of Causality Law has already taken effect on me.
I simply can’t refuse.
Blood Youth, pale-faced, consented and rushed towards the sky where Daville was.
Wu Xiaode glanced into the Void.
There, lines of ice crystal text had already appeared:
"Sacrifice complete."
"The insurmountable Wall of Sighs is now upgrading your ’Sealing Hand’."
"All skills from this wall will possess your personal style."
"As this is a crucial advancement, please summarize your personal style in one sentence!"
Wu Xiaode closed his eyes.
"Demon Mist" came about because when I fought, I hoped to protect myself.
— Hide first and wait for everyone else to start fighting, then circle around from behind and strike, which basically always led to victory.
"Shadow Followers" arose because gang fights require numbers.
Having more people is always better than fewer.
The opposing side might have dozens of people, and here just one taking them all on alone; that’s not unheard of, but rare. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novᴇlfire.net
If it were me taking them on alone, I’d already have called 110 first.
"Dirty magic hand," huh?
I had upgraded it all along, eventually reaching the level of "Sealing Hand."
Small skirmishes were no longer effective.
I could no longer hide.
And I couldn’t rely on having more people.
A true fight on my own—
This time, I must bring out real skills, so this ability can hold its own in the big picture.
What is my ultimate combat style?
Once a fight starts, how do I battle with others?
Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but reminisce about the past, momentarily lost in thought.
It was one afternoon.
The sun in the sky was dim.
I was asked out by a girl from the next class over and was taken to a room.
Inside, a few people were playing mahjong.
"Fourth Bro, I’ve brought the person."
After the girl spoke, she turned, closed the door, and ran off.
I was still dazed, not quite clear about why I was there.
That she’d treat me to a clay pot meal?
The young man with dyed yellow hair looked up and gave me a fierce glance.
"Got money with you, kid?"
I took out my lunch money.
"Bro, this is all the money I have, take it if you want it," I said obsequiously.
A young man snatched the money and placed it in front of Fourth Bro.
Only enough for the cafeteria.
But even this small amount of money was still pocketed by Fourth Bro.
"Hmm, you do as you’re told, so I won’t slap you. Listen carefully to what your brother has to say," Fourth Bro said.
"You command," I responded.
"I’ve heard there’s a girl named Xia Huilan living upstairs from you, and you’re pretty close to her. Think of a way to get her to the alley behind the school after evening self-study tomorrow," Fourth Bro instructed.
I paused for a moment.
Another young man with dyed red hair kicked me in impatience, saying, "It’s not like we’re asking you to do anything illegal, just bring her there and you can leave, got it?"
"Otherwise, heh heh, we’ll cripple you, kid. You know what ’cripple’ means, right?"
The young men burst into laughter together.
"I understand, Fourth Bro. I’m close with her, I’ll make sure the task is done."
I swore with a shudder.
"Alright, go. If you can complete this task, you can hang with me from now on," Fourth Bro said, satisfied.
"Thank you, Fourth Bro!"
I left the mahjong parlor.
I didn’t wait until the next day.
In fact, it was just five minutes later.
I stormed into the mahjong parlor with a knife in hand, knocked one unconscious from behind, kicked another away, and pressed the knife against Fourth Bro’s chest, demanding he kneel on the ground.
Fourth Bro knelt naked on the ground.
Fourth Bro wailed and sobbed.
I locked the door, collected all the cellphones, leaving only one, and played the songs from Fourth Bro’s playlist on his phone.
"When it comes to backing, I’m the strongest!"
"When it comes to betraying buddies, I never lose!"
"Amidst the sword shadows—"
"I take on challenges—showing my gang’s prowess—"
Fourth Bro’s taste in music was pretty retro.
I carefully unwrapped the T-shirt that had been tied to the knife handle, freeing it from my hand.
The reason I wrapped the handle with a shirt was partly to not leave fingerprints and partly because I feared that the handle would get slippery with too much blood during a slash.
Actually, I had another knife hidden.
Because knives, while fine for cutting through flesh and bone, can easily become nicked if the other person also has a weapon, even just a stick.
Came into Fourth Bro’s hands.
I pressed him to the ground, made him hold the knife against his own throat under my guidance.
Amid the thunderous gangster music.
Three young men knelt to one side.
I and Fourth Bro had a sincere half-hour conversation.
We came to an agreement.
At that point, Fourth Bro’s playlist had finished a whole loop, and the song cycled back.
"Even in death, I won’t flinch,"
"Let my blood drip down!"
I used Fourth Bro’s hand to hold the knife’s handle, lightly slicing his neck.
The line of blood was very fine.
I controlled it so well that no blood spilled.
Instead, it seemed Fourth Bro’s trouser pocket was soaked through, emitting an unpleasant stench of urine.
I tossed the knife aside and stood up from Fourth Bro.
"Fourth Bro, you have a family, you have brothers, you have a future."
"I have nothing, so—"
I spoke earnestly to him, almost baring my soul:
"Fourth Bro, if you bother Xia Huilan again, I’ll kill your entire family."
"Believe me, I will do it—I’ve actually been persuading myself not to kill you the whole time, and I think you felt that."