Under One Person: Rebuilding the Glory of the Beast Master

Chapter 43 Quanxing, everyone has the right to kill them.

"Who?" the man hissed.

Zeng Su neither answered nor hid. He stood up and walked out from behind the bushes.

The moonlight shone on him; he was a little boy in a white shirt.

The man stared at Zeng Su for two seconds, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before letting out a cold laugh.

"It's a child?"

The bearded man stood up, but did not dare to approach, maintaining a suitable distance.

"Judging by your attire, you're from the Trinity Sect? Was that pretty boy your senior brother? Not bad, at such a young age you were able to overpower the zombie I created. As expected of a disciple of the Trinity Sect, you're truly impressive."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Zeng Su from head to toe, as if assessing the value of a piece of merchandise.

"You have it too, kid, and it's quite strong. The San Yi Sect is really willing to send such a young disciple out for training; aren't they afraid he'll die out there?"

Zeng Su ignored the other party's teasing and said, "It seems you know who my senior brother and I are. What, the San Yi Sect's name doesn't scare you?"

"You can't say that. The Sanyi Sect is a legitimate sect of Xuanmen. They have a great reputation. Who would dare to disregard them!" The bearded man tucked the drum into his waistband, cracked his wrists, and twisted his neck, making a "crackling" sound. He exuded the fierce energy of a desperado.

"You brat from the Trinity Sect, you certainly have guts. But that's about all the world you've ever seen." He grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "Remember, it was the Quanxing Sect that killed you."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already started moving.

There was no probing, no holding back; they came straight for the kill.

The bearded man moved far more nimbly than his imposing physique, his feet moving with a strange gait that cast a blurry shadow in the moonlight, his five fingers like hooks reaching for Zeng Su's throat.

He intended to crush Zeng Su's throat in one move.

Zeng Su reached down and slid the short blade he had seized from the green-eyed man into his palm. The blade was less than a foot long and thin, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

Completeness.

The two words flashed through his mind like a needle piercing his most sensitive nerve.

He felt no fear, not even nervousness. On the contrary, a strange sense of excitement welled up in his chest.

Back in Zengjiazhuang, he was powerless against the Quanxing Sect, but now he wants to know what he is capable of.

With the short blade held horizontally in front of him, he didn't try to block the claws that were grabbing at him. Instead, he swung the blade upwards, the tip aimed directly at the opponent's wrist.

"Hmph!" The bearded man snorted coldly, changed his claws into palms, and suddenly burst out with Qi, slapping the blade of the short sword.

"when"

Zeng Su felt a tremendous force coming from the blade, which made his entire arm go numb, and the short blade flew out of his hand.

Seeing this, the bearded man looked down on Zeng Su a bit. He was just a child; even if he had mastered the power of the supernatural, he could be dealt with easily.

But this fleeting thought slowed the bearded man's movements, and a black longsword gleaming with metallic luster suddenly appeared in Zeng Su's empty hand.

[Using form to create the knife]

"die!"

Zeng Su flicked his wrist, and the black knife slashed straight at the bearded man's head.

"What?"

The bearded man was startled by this move. He never expected that a child could be so cunning as to deceive him with a feint.

Zeng Su deliberately let go of that knife just now, precisely to use the "Shape Transformation of the Knife" technique to catch her off guard.

But the bearded man, as expected of a master of the Quanxing Sect, raised a hand to block his head in the blink of an eye, and with a surge of power, he managed to withstand Zeng Su's knife.

"Ugh!"

The bearded man let out a muffled groan, then retreated rapidly. One of his hands fell to the ground, its bones severed, leaving only skin and flesh attached.

This is the most serious injury he has suffered in recent years; one of his hands is useless, and it's uncertain whether it can be reattached.

"You little brat, you'd better die!" Then, enraged, his Qi surged violently, a layer of black light emanated from his body, and the sounds of ghosts wailing and howling could be faintly heard.

Zeng Su, having landed a successful blow, did not pursue further but instead retreated to a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

He's a beast master, so there's no need for close combat. Being able to injure the opponent is already good enough. Next, he'll use his strongest power.

"White plus black".

A flash of white light appeared on the wooden sign.

The massive white and black body appeared in front of Zeng Su, its four hooves firmly planted on the soil, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

It raised its head, its clear pig eyes gleaming in the moonlight, staring at the bushy beard in front of it.

Its mane stood on end, and steel-like Qi flowed across its body, forming a transparent armor.

The bearded man's pupils contracted; such strength!

"A strange beast?" His voice changed, and he subconsciously took a half-inch back, clearly recognizing Bai Jiahei's identity.

But he quickly regained his composure, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Bai Jiahei and Zeng Su twice, a grim smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "No wonder the Trinity Sect dared to release you; it turns out you have this protective thing. However..."

Before the bearded man could finish speaking, Bai Jiahei had already moved.

Its massive body left a black afterimage in the moonlight, its four hooves flying but making little noise, reaching an extreme speed.

The bearded man's expression changed drastically. He instinctively tried to dodge to the side, but he realized in an instant that it was impossible. So he used his only remaining hand to grab forward, and a huge, sinister claw of wind emerged and reached out to grab Bai Jiahei.

This is the Maoshan secret technique, the Corpse Rot Palm. If you are hit by this palm wind, even a stone will rot and have a hole in it.

But Bai Jiahei wasn't stupid and didn't even think about taking the hit head-on. It suddenly leaped up, its hundreds-of-pounds-weight body drawing an arc in the air, its fangs like swords stabbing towards the bearded man's chest.

"when--!

""

Seeing that his attack had failed, the bearded man's expression hardened, and he opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, a skull enveloped him.

This is also a Maoshan secret technique called the "Corpse Head Cover," which has amazing defensive power and also has corrosive properties.

Then a deafening clang of metal clashing exploded on the hill.

The bearded man was knocked back seven or eight steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the mud. The corpse hood that covered his body was now just a blurry shadow.

White and Black landed steadily, their four hooves carving four deep furrows in the mud. They shook their heads, and the black marks on their fangs quickly disappeared, the residue not even breaking their teeth.

"What...what kind of monster is this?" the bearded man hissed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Even with his own life essence used to activate the corpse head shield without regard for the cost, he couldn't stop it, and the pig seemed completely unaffected.

Bai Jiahei gave him no chance to breathe, letting out a low growl as the bristles on his body stood on end, dozens of steel needle-like hairs shooting towards his beard.

【Iron Mane Kill】

The piercing shriek was particularly jarring in the night sky.

The bearded man's pupils constricted sharply, and he rolled violently to one side. Three hairs grazed his cheek, one of them slicing off half of his ear, splattering blood all over his face.

A dozen or so other hairs were embedded three inches into the pine trunk behind him, their tips still buzzing and vibrating.

"Damn it!" The bearded man got up, touched his severed ear, and his hands were covered in blood.

His expression changed completely.

This beast not only possesses terrifying melee combat abilities but also ranged attack capabilities. You can't defeat it at close range, and you can't defeat it from a distance either—how can you possibly fight it?

He gritted his teeth and used his remaining left hand to strike the drumhead at his waist rapidly.

"Knock knock knock—knock knock knock one"

The drumbeats were rapid and eerie, each strike carrying a chilling aura that spread in all directions.

On the distant battlefield, the zombie that was locked in combat with Lu Jin suddenly stopped, then let out a deafening roar. It ceased its fight with Lu Jin, turned, and charged towards the hill, its speed more than twice as fast as before.

Lu Jin was engrossed in the game when he suddenly realized his opponent had run away. He was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

"Trying to run?" He stomped his foot and chased after it. Knowing that Zeng Su's side had started fighting, he naturally couldn't let this zombie go to reinforce them.

The zombie wanted to help the bearded man, but couldn't shake off Lu Jin.

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out in the night sky.

Flying tumbleweed.

It swooped down from high above, its wings folded like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the bearded man on the hill who was beating a drum.

The bearded man felt a strong gust of wind overhead. Looking up, he saw a bald eagle with a wingspan of nearly seven feet swooping down on him. Its pale yellow eyes were filled with murderous intent, and its claws gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Another one!"

He didn't bother to beat the drum; instead, he slammed his left palm into the sky, and black Qi exploded in his palm, forming a Qi shield.

Fei Peng's claws gripped the Qi shield, producing a piercing scraping sound.

Instead of fighting head-on, it flapped its wings and made a sharp turn in the air, circling behind the bearded man and pecking at the back of his neck with its beak like an iron hook.

The bearded man suddenly turned around and slapped away Fei Peng's beak, but Fei Peng's sharp claws seized the opportunity to grab his shoulder, and the four hook-like claws dug deep into his flesh.

"Ah—!"

'

The bearded man let out a miserable cry and slammed his left palm into Fei Peng's chest. Black energy exploded, sending Fei Peng flying.

Fei Peng tumbled twice in the air, flapping his wings a few times before regaining his balance. Fei Peng was still only a mortal beast, and this palm strike was enough to seriously injure him.

However, Fei Peng was not seriously injured because there was an energy shield on its body. This was not Fei Peng's power, but the magic [Vajra Arhat] used by Zeng Su.

The Beast Master is the best support.

Blood was seeping from the four bloody holes on the bearded man's shoulder, and he could barely lift his left arm.

One of his hands had been cut off by Zeng Su, and the other hand had been scratched by Fei Peng. Now both of his hands were mostly useless, and he couldn't even play the drum anymore.

The zombies in the distance, no longer drawn by the drumbeats, didn't bother to come and help, and continued fighting Lu Jin.

Zeng Su's gaze remained fixed on the bearded man, and he raised his chin slightly.

Bai Jiahei rushed up again.

This time, the bearded man didn't even have the strength to resist. He could only barely block with his injured left hand, but it was useless. He was knocked away by Bai Jiahei and crashed into three small trees before stopping. He lay on the ground, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He had at least four broken ribs, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

"No—don't kill me—" He struggled to raise his head, looking at Zeng Su who was slowly walking towards him, his voice hoarse and weak, "I—I surrender—take me to the authorities—please—don't kill me—"

His lips were trembling, and tears mixed with blood streamed down his face, making him unrecognizable as the ruthless fugitive he had just been.

"You're a child—children shouldn't kill—take me to the authorities—the authorities will judge me—"

He thought an eight-year-old child would soften upon seeing someone beg for mercy. As a member of the Quanxing (a faction within the Quanxing), he had no moral compass to begin with, and now he was willing to do anything to survive.

Zeng Su walked up to him and looked down at him.

"Send you to the authorities?" Zeng Su blurted out. "You wish!"

The bearded man's pupils contracted slightly.

"you"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Zeng Su's black knife slashed across the bearded man's throat.

The movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation. The sound of the blade cutting through the flesh and trachea was very soft, like a piece of paper being torn.

Blood gushed from the wound, and the bearded man's eyes widened suddenly. His mouth opened and closed, making a "hoarse" sound. He tried to reach out and cover his neck to slow the bleeding, but he couldn't lift his hand at all.

His eyes shifted from fear to despair, then from despair to emptiness. Life had completely vanished from the corpse, leaving only a lump of rotting flesh.

Zeng Su dismissed the black knife in his hand.

This was the first time he had killed someone with his own hands.

It wasn't out of hatred, anger, or to test my courage.

It's because this person deserves to die. The entire Quanxing sect deserves to be killed by everyone. This isn't just empty rhetoric; it's a principle within the world of supernatural beings.

"Are you alright?" He didn't look at the bearded man's corpse, but immediately ran to Fei Peng's side and carefully examined Fei Peng's body.

"Chirp!"

Fei Peng called out, indicating that he was perfectly fine.

And it even flapped its wings excitedly, demonstrating its immense power.

Bai Jiahei nudged its owner's hand with its nose and let out a low growl.

Zeng Su reached out and patted Bai Jiahei's head.

"You are all doing well."

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On the other side, after the bearded man died, the zombies suddenly seemed to lose their minds, and their attacks became completely chaotic.