A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

Su Bai naturally did not answer.

He drew his knife and charged forward again.

The swordplay changed.

It was no longer a probing quick attack, but a more deliberate, methodical strike, pressing down on Chen Chatou's blade.

The sound of the blades clashing was no longer crisp, but dull and heavy, like a hammer pounding into raw meat.

Chen Chatou began to back away.

His swordsmanship is quite good.

Having served in the Zhenfu Division for twenty years, from a temporary clerk to this day, the calluses on the hilt of my sword have piled up layer upon layer.

But tonight, the person opposite me is wielding a blade with such force.

Su Bai did not retract his blade.

With each slash, the chest and abdomen were wide open.

Chen Chatou seized the opening and thrust back, the blade piercing the opponent's clothes, but it felt like piercing a bronze bell.

The force of the recoil traveled along the blade, making his hand go numb.

This is hard qigong.

Chen Chatou's heart sank.

Su Bai had actually practiced some kind of external hard skill.

This was beyond his expectations.

The young man in front of him had just entered the second realm of martial arts, yet he was already overwhelming him.

After a brief exchange of blows, the sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the alley.

"Su Bai, I know it's you! You want to kill me? You're being too cold-blooded!"

Chen Cha Tou's eyes sharpened, and he also risked his life.

Su Bai did not speak.

What's the point of talking to a dead person?

dead!

Su Bai's sword strikes became even more ferocious.

The blow was not aimed at the head, nor at the neck.

The blade swept diagonally downwards, aiming straight for Chen Chatou's wrist, which was holding the knife.

Chen Cha turned his head and parried with his sword.

boom!

A spark exploded, illuminating the fine layer of sweat beading on his temples.

He blocked it.

But the tiger's mouth had been cracked by the shock.

Blood seeped into the crevices of the hilt, sticky and warm.

Chen Chatou's face turned pale.

Su Bai raised his knife again.

Three more cuts.

The first strike was parried by Chen Chatou with his sword held horizontally. The blade vibrated and hummed, and blood from his tiger's mouth flowed down the back of the blade in a thin line.

With the second slash, he took a half step back, the blade grazing the fabric of his shoulder.

The third cut.

Su Bai did not retract his sword strike.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, leaving a low, whistling sound.

Chen Cha raised his knife to block, but the blow was too heavy—not the knife itself, but the entire person pressing down on him.

Su Bai's hand holding the knife was so steady it seemed to be cast into the hilt, and all his strength flowed down the spine of the blade.

boom!

Chen Chatou's arm bent.

It's not that he wants to be gay.

It's not that the knife can withstand the force, the arm bones can't support it, the whole body can't withstand it.

The blade pressed down on the back of his sword, sinking inch by inch, and sparks exploded from where the two blades met, landing on his trembling eyelashes.

His knees hit the bluestone slab.

The dull thud sounded like a butcher slamming half a pig onto a chopping board.

Chen Dongquan's screams erupted from behind him.

"Father--!"

His steps were hurried, and he was about to rush over.

Chen didn't turn around; the words he squeezed out of his throat were already slurred:

"run……"

Chen Dongquan didn't run away.

He lunged forward, his sword drawn just three inches from his waist, but Su Bai didn't even glance at him.

Just one kick.

Right in the chest.

Chen Dongquan's back slammed into the trunk of the old locust tree, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Chen Chatou knelt on the ground, looking up.

The knife was still held above his head, making his arms tremble.

He looked into Su Bai's eyes through the crisscrossing blades.

He had seen those eyes today.

In the private room, across a table laden with food and wine, those eyes looked at the silver and deed he handed over, full of smiles.

He thought that was satisfaction.

It turns out that there was nothing inside from beginning to end.

"Spare me..."

He couldn't call out that name.

The knife came down.

It's not about cutting.

It was pressing, it was grinding, it was cutting through his exhausted muscles bit by bit.

Chen Chatou dropped his knife, and his arms hung limply.

He had barely begun his backward crawling motion when the blade was already kissing the side of his neck.

Su Bai's knife paused for a moment.

Only for a moment.

Then he drew his sword.

It wasn't a retraction, it was a slash—the blade swept horizontally, cutting from the left side of Chen Cha's neck to the right.

The blood only gushed out after the blade left the body.

First, a line of red appeared, then seeped along the knife's edge, forming a string of beads.

Then more, warm liquid, gushing out, soaked the collar, and flowed down the collarbone into the clothes.

Chen Chatou did not fall.

He knelt on the spot, his head slightly lowered, and finally his whole body slumped into his own shadow, never to move again.

Su Bai sheathed his sword.

He took out a handkerchief he had prepared beforehand and wiped the blade clean little by little.

Chen Dongquan forced himself to get up despite the pain, and looked at his dead father with eyes filled with terror.

"Help! Su..."

Chen Dongquan was unable to finish his sentence.

A series of flashes of light appeared.

Chen Dongquan's eyes widened.

He saw Su Bai's profile—the man didn't even look at him directly.

The sword had been sheathed, the person had turned around, and a corner of their clothes fluttered gently in the night wind.

He wanted to shout.

His throat was filled with his own blood, gurgling and bubbling.

He leaned back.

Bang.

Su Bai didn't look at him again.

"They actually dared to yell; they're just asking for trouble." Su Bai's voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

He had to wipe the blood off the knife again.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Su Bai skillfully found a large rock in the alley.

They kept hitting him, cleaning the wounds of Chen and the other man.

He didn't throw the stone away until it was a bloody mess.

Then, after rummaging around in their arms for a while, they found two cloth bags.

Su Bai then turned and left.

...

back home.

Su Bai opened the two cloth bags and looked inside; there were only a little over ten taels of silver.

He put it in a wooden box and then hid it away.

He didn't practice his cultivation that night; he went to bed early and kept reviewing the events of the night.

Chen Dongquan just shouted loudly; someone might have heard him.

Chen Dongquan has really caused a lot of harm.

Of course, it's also possible that no one will hear it.

Moreover, simply calling him "Su" is not enough to convict him.

After all, he was dressed in black, so even if someone saw him, they wouldn't recognize him.

He had also treated the wounds on Chen Chatou and Chen Dongquan, and no one could tell that they were caused by the Zhenfu Division's sword.

There shouldn't be any other problems with the details.

The fact that Chen and his companion hosted a banquet for him tonight will surely be questioned by someone later.

And what Chen Cha Tou and Chen Dong Quan did to him back then will definitely be exposed and become common knowledge.

And the strength he demonstrated when he killed Luo Yonghu could have potentially killed Chen Chatou as well.

Therefore, he could be suspected.

However, he also had some excuses to extricate himself from the situation.

When the Zhenfu Division comes to question him tomorrow morning, he will say: "Yes, Officer Chen invited me to a banquet to apologize because his son bullied me in the past."

I accepted the silver and the house deed, drank the wine in my cup, then took my leave and went home, not leaving all night.

They will believe it.

No, they might not believe it.

But they couldn't help but believe it.

He accepted an apology.

If he killed Officer Chen, why would he accept this gift?

Two hundred taels of silver, a house in the center of the county town—Chen Cha Tou's sincerity was evident, and he accepted it with a smile.

What reason would he have to take action?

What right did he have to take action?

In the end, there was no evidence.

What can we do to him?

With this in mind, Su Bai mentally prepared himself, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.