SFS Chapter 37 The First Life-or-Death Battle!
Chapter 37 The First Life-or-Death Battle!
Zhu Que lacks any real combat experience.
In his past life, he did get into a few fights, but those so-called "fights" were just uncontrolled tearing at each other, throwing punches wildly without any strategy or method.
And the previous incarnation of this life.
He grew up in an orphanage, and because of his timid nature and lack of resistance, he was always the target of bullying.
However, Zhu Que was very clear about one thing—
Lack of experience does not mean it is impossible.
He has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run countless times in movies, TV series, novels, and cartoons.
In a fight, skill, experience, and reaction time are all very important.
But in a true life-or-death struggle, there is one thing that always comes first—
ruthless!
When both sides have already broken off relations and there is no way out, there must be no hesitation or probing, nor can there be any naive idea of leaving a way out. We must leave no room for compromise and put the other side to death!
therefore.
Zhu Que didn't utter a single unnecessary word.
He focused his attention to the extreme, his vision was focused solely on the target, and his actions were nothing more than mindless execution!
"Crack!"
Zhu Que wore a protective gauntlet on his right hand, took out a second grenade with his left hand, flicked the pin, and threw it at Jiang Hu.
Jiang Hu is no ordinary person either.
His gaze darkened, but he remained calm. He took out a bare sword hilt with his right hand and suddenly flicked his wrist.
"Splash—"
The sharp blades quickly popped out, extended, and connected, revealing a rare chain sword!
"Snapped!"
Jiang Hu casually waved his hand, and the chain sword shot out like a venomous snake, its trajectory cunning, accurately hitting the grenade in mid-air.
Like whipping a hand, the sword sent the grenade flying.
"Bang!"
The grenade flew several meters before exploding with a deafening roar, sending up scorching flames and blasts of air, along with flying dust and debris.
The explosion did not cause any harm to Jiang Hu.
"I see."
Jiang Hu raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered:
"Your shady money-making business must be the arms trade, right? No wonder you make so much money every day."
Zhu Que remained silent, retreating to create distance while already pulling out his third grenade.
It was thrown at Jianghu again.
"Little mouse, stop struggling in your death throes," Jiang Hu sneered. "This thing is useless against me."
As he spoke, he swung his chain sword, hitting the target precisely once again, and the third grenade was also knocked away.
This time.
Jiang Hu did not stay in the same place.
He sheathed his chain sword, lunged forward, and stomped his feet so hard that cracks appeared in the ground.
Like a cheetah, it pounced on Zhu Que!
however.
Just as Jiang Hu was about to charge forward, Zhu Que had already raised his right hand and used the Object Control Gauntlet on him.
Jiang Hu's heart skipped a beat, as he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of danger lock onto him.
He abruptly stopped his momentum, paused, and stood still, not rushing towards Zhu Que.
But the next moment he realized something was wrong—
and many more!
That grenade just now...
Why didn't it explode?!
The grenade that Zhu Que threw was clearly tampered with; the explosion time was compressed to about two seconds.
But the grenade he had just thrown away didn't explode for a long time.
Was that a normal hand grenade?!
Just as Jiang Hu was wondering—
"Crack!"
A soft sound reached his ears.
That sound is...
The sound of a grenade's pin being pulled?!
Jiang Hu suddenly turned around and was shocked to see—
The grenade he had flung away miraculously changed direction mid-air and flew back towards him sideways.
It was as if an invisible force was pulling it along!
"Oh no!"
Jiang Hu's expression changed abruptly, and he immediately swung his chain sword, trying to knock the grenade away again.
But the movement was ultimately a step too slow; the chain sword touched the grenade at the very moment—
"Bang!!"
The grenade exploded in front of him, flames and shockwaves sweeping out and sending Jiang Hu flying.
"scandium!!"
He lost control of his body and flew backward, crashing heavily into the steel frame. Tinnitus, dizziness, and excruciating pain struck him at the same time.
the other side.
Seeing that his plan had worked, Zhu Que did not hesitate at all and rushed towards Jiang Hu.
This was the first time he had used the Armored Gauntlets.
The moment the spiritual energy flowed into the artifact's gauntlet, he immediately sensed its true nature—
It's not about "manipulating objects remotely," but rather the extension of an invisible arm.
With the slightest thought, one can perform actions such as grasping, pulling, and twisting, as if it were an extension of one's own arm.
now.
Although Zhu Que had no combat experience, he knew the principle of "strike while the iron is hot".
We must take advantage of the opponent's serious injuries and press our advantage to end the battle!
"Oh shit……"
Jiang Hu staggered to his feet.
His face was a bloody mess, his clothes were tattered, and he was covered in blood; his injuries were extremely gruesome.
"What kind of magical artifact is that glove?!"
He realized that Zhu Que's manipulation from a distance was not due to his own power, but rather the effect of the magical artifact.
Zhu Que still didn't utter a single unnecessary word.
Jiang Hu, his face contorted with rage, swung his chain sword and attacked Zhu Que.
"Whoosh—"
The chain sword shot out, its blade drawing a chilling arc, biting towards Zhu Que's throat like a venomous snake.
however.
He had just swung his chain sword when a chilling, crisp sound rang out—
"Snap!"
That wasn't the sound of metal clashing.
It was the sound of bones being twisted and broken.
Jiang Hu was incredulous to see that his right arm, which was wielding the sword, had strangely bent in the opposite direction.
Joint fracture.
Bone misalignment.
As a result, the trajectory of the chain sword was deviated, only grazing past Zhu Que's shoulder.
Zhu Que didn't even frown, nor did he pay attention to the injury on his shoulder. His right hand was aimed directly at Jiang Hu.
His five fingers suddenly clenched together!
"Crackling sounds—Pfft!"
A series of teeth-grinding squeaking sounds of flesh and bone being squeezed.
Under the control of the Object Control Hand, Jiang Hu's right arm was forcibly compressed, twisted, and torn inward.
His muscles collapsed, his bones shattered, and he was squeezed into a bloody ball of flesh that detached from his shoulder.
The chain sword clattered to the ground.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
Jiang Hu let out a piercing scream.
At that moment, the excruciating pain and fear shattered his reason, and he finally realized that he had completely misjudged the situation.
This born demon seed is not some lowly piece of trash that he can easily manipulate!
Although his cultivation level was only at the early stage of Qi Refining, that spiritual weapon was at least at the second tier!
Then, almost without hesitation, fear compelled Jiang Hu to make the best decision at hand—
run away!
however.
In the instant he turned around,
Zhu Que raised his hand and aimed it at Jiang Hu. His control over objects, five or six meters away, precisely gripped Jiang Hu's neck.
The five fingers clenched together once more!
"Pfft!"
A muffled thud.
Jiang Hu felt the world suddenly shake, his vision tilt, and his head detach from his body and roll to the ground.
His headless body, propelled by inertia, staggered forward a few steps before finally collapsing to the ground.
"Huff... huff huff..."
Zhu Que's breathing became somewhat rapid.
He lowered his head slightly, looking at Jiang Hu's head, which was wide-eyed and filled with resentment and fear, but his heart was unusually calm.
It's not disgusting.
No vomiting.
There wasn't even the slightest bit of physical nausea.
His hands were trembling slightly, not from fear, but from an indescribable excitement.
Blood flowed faster in my body, my heartbeat was steady and strong, and my consciousness was clearer than ever before.
"This is... my first time killing someone. Why did this happen?"
Zhu Que had some doubts in his heart.
But he didn't hesitate for long. His gaze fell on Peng Yong, who had been blown away by the explosion at the beginning, and was still alive.
But that only means he "didn't die".
Half of his body was a bloody mess, one arm was twisted unnaturally, and the blood stained the ground a dark red.
He lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to even stand up, and could only stare at Zhu Que with eyes so wide with fear that they were almost unfocused.
Peng Yong was completely terrified.
What's going on?!
Didn't Brother Hu say that Zhu Que was just a small fry in the early stage of Qi Refining, and that he could be crushed with a flick of his finger?
Why did he get kicked to death himself?
"Zhu... Brother Zhu..."
Peng Yong's throat was hoarse, and he pleaded in a trembling voice:
"Let's talk this out... Actually, I... I was forced into this... I'm innocent too..."
He can't even stand up now and can only beg for mercy.
Zhu Que stopped in front of him and asked, "Besides the two of you, who else knows about the innate demonic seed?"
Peng Yong's heart skipped a beat.
"There's...there's one more person who knows..."
He tried his best to force a "sincere" expression.
Although only he and Jiang Hu knew about this, he could only try to save his life by bringing up a fake third party.
"Where was the last time you met?" Zhu Que asked quickly.
"Well……"
Peng Yong was slightly taken aback.
This problem was completely unexpected.
He originally thought Zhu Que would ask about his name, identity, and relationship, but to his surprise, Zhu Que asked about the location of their last meeting.
His brain went blank for a moment, but he immediately made up a place: "At Jiuyang Coffee Shop!"
Zhu Que sneered, "Utter nonsense!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and aimed it at Peng Yong.
"No! No, no, no—!"
Peng Yong looked terrified and had only begged for mercy halfway through.
"Crack!"
With a sharp crack, Peng Yong's neck snapped to the side, his head rolled off, and his terrified expression remained frozen in his final moments.
The factory fell silent immediately.
"call!"
Zhu Que removed his protective gauntlets.
Although he only used it a few times, his spiritual energy was almost completely drained by the Gauntlet of Control, and he felt a noticeable weakness in his arm.
"Using a second-tier attack-type spirit weapon consumes too much energy."
As Zhu Que spoke, he glanced at the two corpses and said, "Fortunately, it's in the middle of nowhere, so it's easy to deal with these two bodies."
Just as he was pondering whether to burn it or dismantle and bury it.
suddenly--
"Ding-dong!"
A cell phone rang out without warning on Jiang Hu's body, its sound particularly jarring in the quiet factory.
Zhu Que paused slightly.
Is there really a third person in the know?