Chapter 36 - 35: Cold-faced Yama

Chapter 36: Chapter 35: Cold-faced Yama

CLANG.

The sabers of the Strong Shift members slashed against the burly man’s body, but it felt like hacking into solid rock. They merely left several bright red marks on him without cutting into the flesh at all.

"Get lost!"

The burly man roared, his eyes crimson, clearly consumed by bloodlust.

He swung his Xuanhua Great Axe in a full circle, instantly shattering the surrounding blades. The webbing of the Black Officials’ hands went numb, and some even bled from the immense shock.

As the surrounding Black Officials retreated, Zheng Jun had already lunged forward with his saber!

This strike was incredibly ferocious, slashing through the surrounding freezing wind as it hurtled toward the burly man with the momentum of chopping mountains and severing seas!

Wave-Treading Blade Intent!

"Huh?!"

The moment the blade light erupted, the burly man felt a chill rise up his spine as an immense sense of crisis hit him.

Having just swung his Xuanhua Great Axe, he had no time to retract it. Gritting his teeth, the man directly released the axe and hastily retreated.

But Zheng Jun’s Ceremonial Saber was aiming straight for his face, leaving absolutely no time to dodge. Helpless, the man could only raise his right arm—bulging with knotted muscles and pulsing veins—to block Zheng Jun’s strike.

SLASH!

The sound of slashing iron rang out simultaneously with the spray of fresh blood. The man’s right hand flew straight into the air. Blood gushed out, accompanied by a pungent, metallic stench.

"Argh!"

The man immediately drew in a sharp breath of cold air, his eyes red with fury. Right after, he suddenly exerted his strength. The veins on his arm twisted like loaches, and the severed stump that had been spurting blood was forcefully stemmed. "Zheng Jun! You have some nerve! Such nerve!"

He naturally recognized Zheng Jun. A month ago, he had been quite disdainful upon seeing him, feeling that Mu Feng’s high regard for this person was simply unreasonable. He was just a weak, pathetic dog in a black uniform. He could easily kill him with just three punches, so why bother recruiting him?

He never expected that in just a little over a month, the tables would turn so drastically. This person had actually slashed off his right hand with a single strike!

Fueled by rage, the man clenched his left hand into a fist and smashed it toward Zheng Jun.

Seeing this, Zheng Jun didn’t hesitate. Disdaining to use his blade, he directly sheathed his Ceremonial Saber and met the strike head-on with the Ma Family Fist!

With his opponent missing a hand, an experience pack had arrived! Perfect. The debt for the Ma Family Fist had not yet been fully repaid. If he killed this man using the Ma Family Fist now, he should be able to completely pay it off.

Zheng Jun clenched his five fingers tightly and traded punches with the man!

Zheng Jun’s Qi and Blood was robust, burning fiercely like a Melting Furnace. Meanwhile, the severed-hand man’s Qi and Blood was already beginning to fall short. With a severed hand and blood wildly spurting out, his Qi and Blood was unstable. How could it possibly compare to Zheng Jun’s?

As this punch landed, the severed-hand man felt as if he were an anvil being repeatedly struck by a hammer; even his bones ached from the impact.

"Exhilarating!"

Zheng Jun was pleasantly surprised. This severed-hand man seemed to possess some Horizontal Training skills. Fighting him was truly satisfying to the extreme—it felt just like finding a punching bag that could hit back. Absolutely excellent!

At this thought, Zheng Jun fought with growing courage. He threw over a dozen consecutive punches. Not only did his momentum not wane in the slightest, but it grew even more ferocious.

Gradually, the severed-hand man could no longer endure it. Unable to trade blows with Zheng Jun anymore, he was completely reduced to a punching bag, battered relentlessly by his opponent.

The severed-hand man cursed inwardly, his heart sinking. He was being beaten dizzy and knew that if this continued, he would surely die here.

Thus, the crisis of survival forced the severed-hand man to cry out, "Spare me, Squad Leader Zheng! Have mercy! I have thirty taels of silver here. I beg you to spare my life, I..."

"Is that so?"

Zheng Jun’s punching momentum slowly weakened.

Seeing this, the severed-hand man couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He immediately made a motion to reach into his pocket. "Yes! I have fifty taels in silver notes right here. Thirty taels are respectfully presented to Squad Leader Zheng, and the remaining twenty taels can be given to the other brothers for drinks..."

However, before he could finish his words, Zheng Jun, who had seemingly lowered his hands, violently lunged forward. His tall, straight figure kicked up a fierce gale, crashing toward him like a monstrous, towering wave!

This punch came with extreme viciousness. Accompanied by a howling wind, it resembled a ferocious tiger. Beneath its thick killing intent, it felt as though even a block of iron would be forcefully caved in by this strike!

The severed-hand man was startled. "What are you doing?!"

There was no answer; Zheng Jun’s fist had already smashed into him. This punch drove straight through the severed-hand man’s chest, just like piercing an empty balloon.

"If I kill you, the money is still mine." Looking at the severed-hand man before him, Zheng Jun said coldly, "You killed two of my brothers and injured four. How could I let you go?"

Hearing Zheng Jun’s final words, the severed-hand man powerlessly collapsed.

As for Zheng Jun, he was already covered in blood.

He was drenched head to toe by the severed-hand man’s scalding hot blood. Hearing his words, the surrounding Black Officials felt somewhat moved, yet somewhat fearful. After all, looking at Zheng Jun’s current appearance, no one would doubt it if someone said he was a Demon Fiend that had run down from Black Mountain.

Zheng Jun coldly surveyed his surroundings. Seeing that the few Qingshui Gang members who had originally surrendered were now resisting amidst the chaos in an attempt to flee, coupled with more gang members continuously vaulting over the walls, his eyes instantly turned ferocious.

"Kneel and be spared, otherwise be killed on the spot!"

Accompanied by a cold and stern shout, Zheng Jun strode forward, generating a gust of wind with his steps. He clenched his fingers and launched a punch!

A Qingshui Gang member attempting to flee straight toward him was struck so hard he flew off the ground. Blood sprayed wildly from his mouth and nose before he crashed into the courtyard wall, likely unable to survive.

Immediately after, Zheng Jun pounced into the midst of the Qingshui Gang members like a fierce tiger. He rampaged uncontrollably, absolutely invincible. In the blink of an eye, several gang members were sent flying by his punches, their ribs shattered, beaten to death right there.

Many didn’t even have time to scream before they died directly beneath Zheng Jun’s fists.

"Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!"

Seeing such a ferocious King Yan, the fleeing gang members dropped to their knees one after another. They trembled in terror, not daring to move an inch, completely abandoning any thoughts of escaping for their lives.

The surrounding Black Officials stared blankly at this scene. Zhou Pu was even more astonished, unable to speak for quite a while.

He knew that Zheng Jun had always been known for his "ruthlessness" within the Government Office. But having never witnessed it with his own eyes, he hadn’t thought much of it. Seeing it today, he finally understood what true coldness and true ruthlessness were!

He truly was a Cold-faced Yama.

After slaughtering his way through, Zheng Jun finally calmed his mind. He stood to the side and said no more. However, the chill and the stench of blood lingering around him simply wouldn’t dissipate.

Killing a few ordinary gang members who had practiced some shallow Martial Arts was nothing much. Only the final punch that killed the burly man gave Zheng Jun a faint sense of enlightenment.

Zheng Jun closed his eyes slightly, and a line of small, ink-wash text immediately appeared before him.

[Fist against fist, a tiger among a flock of sheep. Ma Family Fist repayment progress +503. Current repayment progress: 4005/5000.]

Seeing this, Zheng Jun felt somewhat regretful.

Zheng Jun thought to himself, "It seems this doesn’t count as a life-and-death struggle."

Indeed, if this counted as a life-and-death struggle, then the bar for such a struggle was set way too low.