Chapter 3

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Chapter 3: Catching a Blade With Bare Hands

“My name is Li, Li Jing. I am really good at catching blades with my bare hands, every time,” Qiao Mu said, staring carefully at the sharp knife in Butcher Zheng’s hand.

“Catch a blade with bare hands? What nonsense.”

Butcher Zheng frowned and pondered for a moment. While he was lost in thought, he saw Qiao Mu rushing towards him.

“Come, kill me!”

Qiao Mu shouted, then confidently took large strides and lunged towards Butcher Zheng, who was holding the sharp knife, without any hesitation.

He appeared just like a devoted older brother who disregarded his own life to seek revenge for his younger sibling.

However, Butcher Zheng remained unmoved, a smirk appearing on his face.

Qiao Mu’s younger brother, who had died by his hands before, had looked quite impressive and intimidating at first, which made Butcher Zheng mistakenly believe that he had someone powerful to rely on and wasn’t an ordinary person.

What happened in the end?

In the end, Butcher Zheng had almost dropped to his knees begging him not to die. If it weren’t for the fact that the person was truly dead, Butcher Zheng would have suspected that the young fellow was trying to scam money from him.

Both brothers have the same trick—did he think he would be fooled a second time?

Butcher Zheng didn’t dodge at all. He raised his sharp knife and chopped!

A loud noise echoed through the area!

The next moment, Butcher Zheng’s face suddenly changed.

“Do you feel fear now that your knife is already in my hand?” Qiao Mu chuckled, coming to a halt in front of Butcher Zheng, his face adorned with the serene smile of a victor.

“Am I afraid? Brother, perhaps you should look at your hand before speaking?” Butcher Zheng’s face showed mixed emotions.

Just before, he had been wondering how this young man who called himself Li Jing would handle a blade with bare hands, and how he should counterattack.

What happened?

In the end, when he swung his knife, Qiao Mu didn’t evade at all. He even used his hand to directly block the knife!

The butcher’s knife struck Qiao Mu’s palm right in the middle, slicing it almost in half along the gap between his index and middle fingers. There were visible bone fragments at the severed part, and blood gushed out.

Qiao Mu lowered his head and looked at his hand, which had been cut in half by the butcher’s knife. The sharp pain and heavy bleeding made his face turn pale. Then, he mustered the strength to speak through the pain:

“It was indeed catching a blade with bare hands, wasn’t it?”

“Insane! Both of you are insane!”

Butcher Zheng suddenly realized that he shouldn’t waste time talking and immediately grabbed the butcher knife in his hand and pulled hard…

It didn’t budge.

His butcher knife seemed to be stuck in the gap between Qiao Mu’s bones, and when it wouldn’t pull out, it made him lose his balance slightly.

In the next second, a fist rapidly enlarged in front of Butcher Zheng’s eyes and smashed into his nose.

Just one punch caused his nose to bleed profusely, and it twisted to one side, like a leak in a soy sauce store, with salty, sour, and spicy flavors all pouring out.

The tremendous force caused Butcher Zheng to stagger. He instinctively let go of the knife handle and took two steps back, looking at Qiao Mu with astonishment.

This “Li Jing” was different from the earlier Li Jing’s younger brother!

The previous Li Jing’s brother had been basically a decorative pillow, but this “Li Jing” was a young martial artist who had put in hard work and trained his strength!

Just based on the strength of that punch, it couldn’t have been thrown by an ordinary person.

“It was my fault… but it won’t happen again.”

In Butcher Zheng’s eyes, a fierce light flashed as he rushed forward with his bare hands, engaging in a fight with Qiao Mu.

Even though he had been punched hard in the face, Qiao Mu had one of his hands cut directly in half—his injury was much worse.

With such a determined move, Butcher Zheng immediately subdued Qiao Mu, who was left with only one hand to use.

Not long after, Butcher Zheng leaned on his knees, gasping for breath. At this moment, he was already covered in blood, and at his feet lay another of Qiao Mu’s lifeless bodies.

“This guy seeks revenge for his brother fearlessly—he’s quite a man… although a bit crazy.”

Butcher Zheng wiped the blood off his hands, stepped on Qiao Mu’s arm, and struggled to pull out the butcher knife.

Even though he had managed to kill “Li Jing,” Butcher Zheng still couldn’t understand why “Li Jing” had chosen to “fight with bare hands against a blade.”

“That’s not important. The important thing is…”

Butcher Zheng reached to his mouth and blew a whistle.

The white dove that had been circling above the forest flew down and landed on a branch in front of Butcher Zheng.

“The situation has changed. If we send out the secret message now, it will mislead the leaders.”

Butcher Zheng untied the paper from the dove’s foot and continued writing on the blank part of the paper.

“…There is more than one descendant of the Qiao family! Another descendant of the Qiao family, who calls himself ‘Li Jing,’ has come to me again.”

“His martial arts are also the Qiao family’s Long Life Fist, and it is obvious that he has been practicing diligently for several years!”

“Perhaps there is still a branch of the Qiao family remaining in the world.”

Just as Butcher Zheng finished writing, his expression froze as he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“Dare to kill my younger brother Li Jing? Come and face your doom!”

He turned around to look.

There stood a young man who looked almost identical to Li Jing from earlier, only slightly older. He glared at Butcher Zheng with a fierce expression.

Butcher Zheng instinctively looked at the opponent’s left hand.

His left hand was completely unharmed, without a single scratch.

“Twin brothers, huh? Fine then.” Butcher Zheng picked up his butcher knife again, full of murderous intent.

“Kill the young one and attract the old one—this never ends!”

“Since you all want to die, I will kill every last one of you!”

“One comes, one dies. Two come, and I’ll kill both!”

Five minutes later.

Butcher Zheng snapped off another Qiao Mu’s head and lay in the forest, gasping continuously.

“Just now I said one comes, one dies, two come, and I’ll kill both… but how many are there in the end? Is this ever going to end?”

Butcher Zheng lay in a pile of fallen leaves in the shape of a big letter “X,” his arms feeling sore and weak as he took deep breaths.

It would have been fine if they were just simple twin brothers.

The key was that these Qiao Mus, who looked extremely similar, were each slightly stronger than the previous one.

Their strength had increased, and their martial skills had become more exquisite each time.

Butcher Zheng could still rely on his strength to suppress the first Qiao Mu in the small forest.

But when it came to the second and third Qiao Mu… he started to break out in a cold sweat.

Every older brother Qiao Mu had improved in physical strength and martial arts.

Just like the one who had just died by his hands—in terms of physical strength alone, he was almost as good as Butcher Zheng!

The two of them had struggled for a long time, and Butcher Zheng had fought hard to kill this Qiao Mu again.

But he was already tired.

At this moment, his whole body was injured, covered in blood, and there was even a shocking bloodstained bite mark on his neck. The clothes on his body were also torn in several places, leaving little to the imagination.

Not to mention his own flesh and blood—even the butcher knife in his hand had been used to the point of having a dull blade.

“Is it over now?” Butcher Zheng gasped, struggling to stand up from the ground. He looked around and heard a voice behind him:

“No.”

The familiar figure once again emerged from the shadows. This time, he just appeared, and Butcher Zheng clumsily fled.

“You killed me, and you want to run?”

Qiao Mu stomped his foot with force, swiftly gliding forward like a gentle wisp of smoke, easily catching up with Butcher Zheng.

“Don’t come any closer!” Butcher Zheng raised the butcher knife and swung it fiercely!

But this time, Qiao Mu simply moved his body slightly to avoid the strike, and at the same time, delivered a powerful chop to the wrist of Butcher Zheng, who was holding the knife, causing him to drop the knife in pain.

*Exhales*

Qiao Mu’s fists were as swift as the wind, directly striking Butcher Zheng’s face.

This continuous barrage of punches caused Butcher Zheng’s brain to burst, his eyeballs popping out, as if an array of colorful silks unfolded, with red, black, and purple bursting forth.

Butcher Zheng, dead.