Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Has Anyone Ever Told You

Monk and Hong only felt an irresistible, tremendous force transmitting from their weapons. Caught off guard, they stumbled and were involuntarily dragged forward!

Fang Chen’s movements did not stagnate at all. At the same time his left hand pinched Monk’s braid, he reached forward along the momentum. His five fingers, like an iron hoop, already grabbed Monk’s bald head!

"BANG—CRACK!!!"

A muffled thud exploded, accompanied by the sound of shattering bone! Fang Chen clamped onto Monk’s head and ruthlessly slammed it onto the marble coffee table in front of him!

The tabletop instantly shattered. Monk’s head caved in deeply as red and white matter gushed out at once. His body twitched twice before he went completely still.

Seeing this, Hong was frightened out of her wits. She decisively let go of her whip, trying to use her momentum to retreat. But how could Fang Chen give her the chance?

The exact moment she let go, her body still pitching forward from the inertia, Fang Chen released the tip of the whip in his right hand. He brought his index and middle fingers together and thrust them through the air toward Hong’s snow-white neck!

Finger-Tapping Divine Techniques, Traceless Sword Qi!

"SWISH—SQUELCH!"

A streak of Formless Sword Qi tore through the air and instantly pierced through Hong’s throat!

Her forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes bulged wide as her hands vainly clutched her throat, unable to stem the spurting blood. With a gurgling, wheezing sound escaping her windpipe, she slumped limply to the ground, the life rapidly fading from her eyes.

In that split second, Zhao Tianxiong’s fully charged, lethal claw strike had just arrived in front of Fang Chen! Facing Zhao Tianxiong’s fierce, long-prepared claw, Fang Chen had no time to dodge. Pushing his Iron Wall Strike to the absolute limit, he forcefully blocked the attack with the outer side of his arm!

"THUMP!"

The muffled boom of clashing Qi exploded within the room. Zhao Tianxiong was, after all, a veteran at the Peak of True Martial Realm. His True Qi was indeed vigorously condensed, and this claw, unleashed in pure fury, held astonishing power.

The impact forced Fang Chen to slide back two steps, tearing the carpet beneath his feet. His left sleeve was shredded, revealing several gruesome, bone-deep gashes that quickly began to seep blood.

However, there was not a trace of joy in Zhao Tianxiong’s heart—only boundless horror! His fully charged claw had actually failed to cripple the opponent’s arm? Instead, he had been repelled by the shockingly vigorous True Qi, leaving his five fingers numb! "Just how deep does this kid’s hidden strength run?!" he wondered.

Seeing Fang Chen retreat, he didn’t have time to overthink. His survival instincts and ruthlessness drove him to seize this singular opportunity! Enduring the soreness in his right hand, he shot out his left claw. His fingers curved like hooks, tearing through the air with a hiss as they aimed straight for Fang Chen’s heart!

Fang Chen’s eyes were cold. This time, he didn’t take the hit head-on. At the exact moment Zhao Tianxiong’s left claw thrust forward, Fang Chen’s bleeding left arm seemed to hang limply. In reality, he had already fused his Iron Wall Strike with the Finger-Tapping Divine Techniques!

True Qi converged into the five fingers of his left hand as he brought them together—a knifehand strike! A knifehand sharper than any ordinary weapon.

He tilted his body slightly, dodging the sharpest point of the claw, and his left hand turned into a blurry afterimage as it slashed down diagonally!

"SHLICK—!"

The sound of a sharp blade slicing through ruined leather rang out! Zhao Tianxiong’s left wrist was severed clean off! His hand, along with half his forearm, flew into the air as blood spewed out like a fountain from the stump!

"AAAAAAAH—!!!"

An agonizing, inhuman shriek ripped from Zhao Tianxiong’s throat. The excruciating pain and sudden, massive blood loss made his vision go black. His offensive completely crumbled as he stumbled backward.

Fang Chen’s movements were as smooth as flowing water, without the slightest pause. His left hand, having just severed the opponent’s wrist, smoothly transitioned from a palm into pointed fingers. His index and middle fingers pressed together like a sword, thrusting forward with immaculate precision!

"SQUELCH!"

His fingertips easily broke through the Protective True Qi Zhao Tianxiong had hastily condensed, piercing deeply into his lower abdomen at the Dantian. Berserk Sword Qi instantly invaded, churning his Dantian and Qi Sea into a total mess!

Zhao Tianxiong’s screams ceased abruptly, like a rooster being grabbed by the neck. The True Qi throughout his body instantly dissipated. His face turned as pale as paper as blood dribbled from his mouth.

Fang Chen grabbed Zhao Tianxiong by the neck. Like holding up a little chick, he effortlessly hoisted the once-arrogant club boss off the ground.

"Spare... spare my life... spare... spare me..."

Zhao Tianxiong’s feet kicked feebly. The intense agony from his severed wrist and ruined abdomen sent his entire body into convulsions. The overwhelming suffocation drove him to the peak of terror, squeezing broken pleas from the gaps of his tightening throat. "I... I was blind to your greatness. I actually couldn’t tell that you hid so much... strength. Whatever you want... I’ll give it to you. My shares in Geta... they’re all yours. I promise... I swear I’ll let bygones be bygones."

Fang Chen looked expressionlessly at his blood-engorged, purple face. His voice was terrifyingly calm. "President Zhao, I already gave you a chance."

Zhao Tianxiong’s heart sank drastically, as if he had plunged into an icy abyss. "That’s it... this kid was never poisoned from the very beginning!" he realized. "He was completely capable of lashing out right away, yet he simply sat there without moving. It wasn’t until I thoroughly revealed my killing intent, even spilling my secret of having killed a Superpower User, that he... that he finally made his move!"

"If... if you kill me, you’ll just invite a ton of trouble. Why... why not... let me go, and I’ll give you money!

"Cash!

"I can give it to you right now! However much you want!"

Zhao Tianxiong babbled incoherently, trying to grasp at this final straw.

"Trouble?" Fang Chen cut him off. "You mean matters like the Martial Arts Association’s records and police investigations?"

He leaned in slightly. His voice was low, yet every word was crisp and clear.

"Someone once told me that as long as the job is clean and doesn’t cause a public uproar, things will be fine. You’re not a Superpower User; at most, the police will come over, go through the motions, and clean up the body.

"After all, who would stir up a massive fuss and ask for trouble over a dead man with a dirty background? Isn’t that right, President Zhao?"

Zhao Tianxiong’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Boundless despair completely drowned him. He knew that what Fang Chen said was one of the unspoken rules of this world. He had taken advantage of it in the past; now, his retribution had come.

"Mr... Mr. Feng, I was actually just running my mouth earlier. If... if I really wanted to hurt you, I def... definitely would have acted earlier. I would... wouldn’t have waited until now, right?"

Zhao Tianxiong seemed to have found a lifeline.

"But you already poisoned me, and you said those things. The very fact you said them proves you harbored such thoughts."

"Oh, right." Fang Chen acted as if he had just remembered something trivial. "Has anyone ever told you..."

A hint of bewilderment appeared in Zhao Tianxiong’s unfocused eyes. "...?"

"That when you’re doing dirty work..."

Fang Chen’s fingers abruptly clamped tight!

"CRACK!"

The crisp sound of a snapping neck bone put an end to all noise. The light in Zhao Tianxiong’s eyes was instantly extinguished. His head lolled to the side, and his entire body went limp.

Fang Chen let go, allowing the corpse to slump onto the carpet with a dull thud.

He flicked a few traces of blood off his hand and looked down at the three gradually cooling corpses on the floor.

"Since you prepared Combat Suits, you should have at least made your subordinates wear their hoods properly and pull up their masks... Zero situational awareness.

"Back where I’m from, anyone who went out without a mask used to be considered a freak."

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