Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 568 - 449: A Brand New Death Skill_3

Chapter 568: Chapter 449: A Brand New Death Skill_3

"Fourth Brother, stop messing around and find a factory job,"

"Fourth Brother, only those with no alternatives mixed in with the Jianghu. You live too comfortably and think you can mix in, but you can’t actually do it."

"Fourth Brother, let’s not meet in the Jianghu ever again."

"— Don’t force me to kill your whole family."

That’s all that was said.

Two years later, I saw Fourth Brother in person once more.

It was another similarly gloomy afternoon.

Fourth Brother was riding an electric scooter, delivering food, with a pair of rabbit ears atop his head.

He looked especially cool.

Let time go back to that day.

At night.

After self-study.

At the home of the girl who called me to the mahjong parlor.

Her single father wasn’t home, having gone out to play cards.

I moved a chair over to sit, watching her sleep on the bed while I thought about how to deal with this situation.

I’ve always felt—

Evil is just evil.

The concept of being ’bad’ never discriminated between genders.

So why should retribution be any different?

I was conflicted because I didn’t know whether she had done something good, or bad.

Indeed, she had done something bad.

But, had she not called me over, I wouldn’t have known about the danger Xia Huilan was about to face.

From this perspective, I should thank her.

Fine.

After much thought, I simply took out a "Nine-Bam" tile I brought back from the mahjong parlor and gently stood it on the chair in front of her bed.

The mahjong tile stood on the backrest of the chair.

After I left, the tile would continue to watch over her sleeping.

If she woke up in the morning, she should realize someone had protected her the night before.

— But what if she’s too dumb?

I pulled the SIM card out of her phone and tossed it into the toilet.

After doing that, I left.

Now when she wakes up, she should understand something.

Wu Xiaode suddenly opened his eyes.

The wind swirled relentlessly around him.

Above in the sky, Shen Xiujun and Blood Youth were barely managing to handle Daville.

Blood Youth let out another dreadful scream as his body was battered into fragments and fell toward the ground.

Daville laughed maniacally:

"You dare to fight me? I’ll show you what despair looks like right away!"

He struck from afar.

The large shield in Shen Xiujun’s hands instantly shattered, and she, reduced to a blurred afterimage, flew past Wu Xiaode and plummeted toward the ground.

Boom!!!

The ground cracked open, dust and debris billowing.

"Get ready to die!"

Daville bellowed loudly.

Wu Xiaode looked up and was silent for a moment.

Yes.

Only those with no other paths mix in with the Jianghu.

The Jianghu is a place for the desperate.

— If it really comes down to a fight, I’ll only fight with all my might!

As long as the enemy keeps fighting, so will I.

An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

Keep fighting back, relentlessly, until they’re filled with despair and fear, begging on their knees!

That is the emotion with which I battle.

— Rage.

Rage means to forget oneself and be reckless.

Until the enemy is destroyed.

Having come to this realization, Wu Xiaode felt as though he had experienced a sudden enlightenment.

In an instant.

Rows of ice crystal letters appeared on the insurmountable Wall of Sighs:

"You have gained a deep understanding of your own combat style and will."

"It infuses into a brand-new Death Skill, completing its evolution."

"You have obtained the Death Skill:"

"Rage."

"When you hit your opponent, this Magic will unfold immediately."

"You and your opponent will engage in a Life and Death duel under extremely fair conditions."

"— This is a way of fighting you enjoy."

"— At least, your and your enemy’s life points and Soul Power will be equal."

"— Feel the fear and torment on the tightrope of Life and Death, whether it’s you or your enemy."

It’s done!

Wu Xiaode’s eyes snapped open, sensing something, he looked up.

— Daville was diving towards him, a cruel smile on his lips, as Magic sparked in his hands!

Wu Xiaode clenched his Fist.

The next moment.

Two rows of ice crystal letters sprang forth:

"Time Skill triggered!"

"In a battle, you will definitely strike your enemy first!"

Fist.

Gripped tightly—

It landed squarely on Daville’s nose!