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Chapter 446 - 285: The Exquisite Butcher Carves... a Person?_2

Chapter 446: Chapter 285: The Exquisite Butcher Carves... a Person?_2

Li Ming smiled, obviously not surprised by Chen Yun’s question.

Everyone who met him would typically ask that out of curiosity.

And naturally, the first half of his answer was the truth.

After all, this place was in some sense a no-man’s land; it would be odd if it were frequently traversed.

Of course, the latter part was complete nonsense.

Leave a light on? What a joke!

Extorting passing strangers was the norm.

His response was undoubtedly an attempt to cultivate a benevolent image to try and lower the other’s guard.

It didn’t matter who the other person was, their appearance here in the dead of night made him uneasy.

It seemed better to overpower them first.

While Li Ming was pondering this, his eyes caught sight of two people approaching from outside the door, a fat one and a thin one.

Those were his two accomplices, who had come over after hearing the secret alarm he had triggered.

As seasoned troublemakers,

the fat one and the thin one were each carrying a baseball bat, silently creeping closer step by step.

Seeing this,

Li Ming’s eyes sparkled as he was about to say something.

It was evident he wanted to divert attention.

But the intense emotion ready to burst forth, and the strong killing intent almost plain to see,

made Chen Yun helplessly roll his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he delivered a kick straight to Li Ming’s leg.

Sometimes,

you didn’t need to be outsmarted to strike back; as a stronger man, Chen Yun simply sensed he was about to be played and preemptively made his move.

He couldn’t even be bothered to listen to explanations or deceptions.

All he wanted to see was a river of blood.

He didn’t use much strength, not enough to blow Li Ming apart on the spot.

But even with ninety-nine percent of his strength held back, the remaining force made Li Ming feel as though his leg had been hit by a high-speed racing car.

Li Ming’s words were cut off before they could come out by Chen Yun’s kick.

Instantly, his left leg lost all sensation, as if the entire lower half of his body’s perception had been drained by an invisible force.

He looked down sharply at his left leg, only to see it twisted at an unnatural angle, with bruising under the skin crisscrossing like winding mountain ranges on a map.

His knee area had swelled into a circle.

As if a basketball-sized tumor had suddenly grown there.

And the area between his ankle and knee was horrendously flattened as if all the bones had turned to dust and scattered within the flesh.

Li Ming tried to move his toes but only felt piercing pain, like countless needles stabbing simultaneously into his nerve endings.

Sweat dripped instantly from his forehead.

Blurring his vision.

He clenched his teeth tightly, struggling not to let any sound escape his throat, but his body still trembled uncontrollably.

This sudden scene dumbfounded the fat and thin men.

They couldn’t help but halt in their tracks.

Before they could react,

Chen Yun continued to stomp on Li Ming, who had flopped to the ground.

He successfully "flattened" his left leg.

The intense pain and chilling sight

caused Li Ming to faint and sent a shiver down the spines of the two men.

Without a second thought,

Chen Yun already turned to look at them.

There was no killing intent in his eyes, just boundless calm.

Just as when a person squashes an ant,

there is no sentiment of killing.

After casually crushing Li Ming’s left leg, Chen Yun felt nothing.

And this calm demeanor,

combined with the decisive and ruthless scene that had just unfolded in the room,

made the two men hesitate to move.

However, the thinner man quickly snapped back to his senses and said to his fatter accomplice, "If we take up our weapons and charge at him, there’s no way this guy could kill us all."

His tone was as resolute as if he were about to join the Party.

Chen Yun’s speed and strength shown moments ago were indeed exaggerated.

But since he had only casually dealt with a mere underling, the strength he displayed wasn’t actually that great.

The skinny guy could console himself with the thought: I can still fight!

This phrase did have some use, for it made the fat guy realize that they needed to join forces immediately, and he charged over swinging a baseball bat.

The skinny guy followed without hesitation.

Chen Yun watched all this quietly.

He unleashed the ability of Transparent World Perception.

As everyone knows,

Chen Yun’s spiritual power could actually penetrate living bodies.

So, at this moment,

he could see every muscle fiber of the fat and skinny attackers, even the position and angle of the bones inside their bodies.

It was as if he were looking at a living anatomical diagram.

At this very moment,

a term came to Chen Yun’s mind: Butcher’s Skill!

"Butcher’s Skill" is an idiom derived from the "Zhuangzi · The Principle of Nurturing Life" Chapter, used to describe skill honed to perfection, performing a task with extreme proficiency, almost reaching a transcendent state of mastery.

The original anecdote’s Butcher could dissect an ox with a technique so advanced he didn’t need to use his eyes, operating solely by feel.

Chen Yun quietly observed the attack patterns of the fat and skinny men, his perception allowing him to fully understand their movements.

To Chen Yun, these two men were like the ox before the Butcher, already completely broken down into their simplest components, each joint, each muscle under his control.

With the proximity of the fat and skinny guys,

Chen Yun moved slightly, blending into the air as if he were a part of it, easily dodging the fat guy’s swinging baseball bat.

Then,

he seemed to effortlessly grab the fat man’s wrist and twist hard, the weapon flying out of his hand with a scream.

Next, Chen Yun’s fingernails lightly flicked a few times.

Nails sharper than knives instantly sliced over vital spots on the fat man’s body.

In the time it took the fat man to react,

Chen Yun had cut through the key muscles one by one, instantly leaving him limp on the ground.

Every movement Chen Yun made was fluid and natural, as if he were performing a dance routine practiced countless times before.

He didn’t use excessive strength, but each contact perfectly neutralized the opponent’s aggression and turned it into an advantageous situation for himself.

This calm demeanor and precise action were the epitome of the extraordinary technique expressed by "Butcher’s Skill."

Only, in the current situation,

it would be more accurately described as Butcher’s Skill on humans!

The fat man’s essential muscle connections were severed in an instant with a speed invisible to the naked eye.

It was nothing short of a delicate art of human dissection.

And most importantly, all this happened swiftly.

The instant the fat guy went limp, the skinny guy’s attack followed right behind.

Chen Yun’s body, as light as if it had no weight, shifted aside, avoiding the skinny guy’s attack.

The baseball bat in the skinny guy’s hand barely brushed past Chen Yun’s clothes, not even grazing a corner of fabric.

But the sneaky skinny guy was holding a dagger in his other hand and, in the instant he brushed past Chen Yun, he attempted to stab him from behind.

Chen Yun was, of course, aware of this.

He didn’t dodge or evade,

instead, letting the strike halt just outside his skin, unable to advance an inch amidst the ringing of metal.

This left the skinny guy incredulously widening his eyes.

Right after that, Chen Yun’s fingers again displayed astonishing dexterity.

This time they gently traced near the skinny man’s shoulder, severing some crucial muscle connections.

The skinny guy’s body immediately stiffened; unable to continue his shock, he fell to the ground powerless, emitting a cry of pain.

Each of Chen Yun’s movements was so precise, like a delicate surgical procedure. He didn’t inflict a fatal blow, but enough to disable his adversary’s ability to fight.

This pleased him greatly.

With both the fat and skinny guys now on the ground, the scene fell into a brief silence.

Chen Yun stood there, knowing everything was under his control.

His gaze swept around, confirming there were no other threats.

Then he crushed and shattered the other leg of Li Ming, who had only broken one leg so far, before letting these three immobile fellows lie on the ground.

If they held killing intent towards him,

the outcome was self-evident.

He had no intention of playing the pig to eat the tiger; nor would he entertain these insects in a game of house.

For anyone who thought to strike at him, it was better to take the initiative and deal with them all at once.