Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 321 - 305: My Head

In the past, they stood on the side of the outcasts and the oppressed, but now, they must stand on the side that grips the rope of Destiny and strangles others.

With the first person taking a side, there will be a second, and with the second, there will be a third, and then it’s unstoppable.

This kind of thing is like a domino effect, knock down the first one, and the remaining ones follow suit effortlessly.

Guan Chong threw himself forward fearlessly, and all the other "Wang Cong" seemed to be driven by an irresistible force.

It was hard to tell whether their brains were commanding their bodies or their bodies were holding their brains hostage. Suddenly, they experienced a collective awakening, rushing toward the shaky broken door, shoving and pushing... to kill Zhao Jia.

Feng Mu certainly wouldn’t naively believe that they had truly awakened completely; becoming a Wang Cong is not that easy. But today is a positive start, and they have taken a crucial first step toward becoming the next Wang Cong.

The process that follows may still encounter setbacks and require several courses of medication to consolidate this, depending on Feng Mu’s methods.

Gong Qi was the first to break through the door, and hearing the footsteps catching up behind him, he suddenly felt an urgent sense of impending danger, and his steps quickened.

"Besides the little junior brother, no one will rob me of my target."

Gong Qi sneered, and his arm seemed to grow longer out of thin air, his five fingers exuding a vile stench.

Zhao Jia was horrified. The moment the door was battered open, he already had the intention to retreat, but when Feng Mu called out his real name, it was as if his feet were under an immobilization spell; he didn’t dare to withdraw, nor did he dare to flee.

Hesitation leads to defeat!

When he felt the foul wind rushing at his face, it was too late to dash away in panic, and he had to see if Gong Qi would allow it.

Zhao Jia quickly retreated, instinctively pulling his head back. At the same time, he mobilized his Qi and blood with all his might, his arms swinging horizontally, and under the force of this strength, his clothes exploded instantly, revealing the densely packed black iron rings on his arms.

Zhao Jia’s arms shook violently, causing the iron rings to vibrate intensely, emitting a dull buzzing sound.

Gong Qi’s pupils shrank into serpent-like slits, and when his probing fingers struck the circle of iron rings, his clothes rippled with layers of waves.

If it were senior brother Li Bashan here, he wouldn’t care about any of this, just one simple palm strike could crush the opponent’s iron rings along with their arm into a pulp.

But naturally, Gong Qi cannot be compared to such a monstrous senior brother, and moreover, he doesn’t follow the same grand and force-overpowering dominant style as Li Bashan.

His martial arts path, like himself, is sinister and vicious, with every move and stance teeming with cunning and lethal intent, making defense against it almost impossible.

Directly matching strength is not his preference. Even with absolute certainty of crushing those iron rings with one claw, Gong Qi would not do so. He prefers to use softness to overcome hardness, like a venomous python using its flexible body and venomous fangs to toy with its dying prey.

Gong Qi swiftly retracted his fingers like a silk thread, dodging the iron arm Zhao Jia swung.

With his toes lightly tapping the ground, much like a snake’s tail swaying, he drew a semicircular arc on the ground and silently swung around to Zhao Jia’s rear.

Zhao Jia’s reaction was quick; his right arm shifted from horizontal to vertical, with his five fingers clenching inward. Twisting his waist and using force, he swung his shoulder and arm sideways, the iron rings spinning around his arm like a battering ram whistling toward him. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Buzz——

The air rippled with visible waves.

Gong Qi lightly tapped his foot, retreating three steps. His direction of retreat was quite deliberate, appearing to avoid Zhao Jia’s attack, while seemingly enticing the latter to widen his distance from Guan Chong and the others.

Zhao Jia sneered, his right arm smashing vertically, his left arm thrust horizontally, one from the right, one from the left, one vertical, one horizontal, whirling up two black winds, coming frantically like biting.

The whitewashed wall was gouged out into holes, and the brick wall scattered fragments like tofu; for a while, the intertwining of black and white was quite beautiful.

Dust danced in the air, with a few unavoidable grains drilling into Zhao Jia’s eyes, instinctively making him blink.

Just that 0.1 second made him feel as if the previously hazy white mist slowed down, his entire field of vision suddenly becoming clear, the flying sweat drops on his arm, each seemingly mapping a crystalline trajectory.

Everything became so clear, clear enough to almost see the flow of every wisp of air, so much so that the human face in front of him also turned into... air!

Gone?

A loud warning sounded in Zhao Jia’s heart, his eyes slanted, and in his peripheral vision, he saw a pale hand silently sweeping over like a venomous snake suddenly shooting out of the grass, its slithery tongue already licking his throat by the time he noticed it.

It was too late for Zhao Jia to retract his arm; he gritted his teeth and kicked diagonally.

But Gong Qi seemed to have predicted this, his feet not gracing the ground, ghost-like, closing in on Zhao Jia’s chest, utilizing an odd-angle rendering his side kick empty.

Then, Gong Qi slightly raised his arm, and the sleeve and palm lightly settled on Zhao Jia’s throat.

This action was exceptionally gentle, without much force, like a mass of cotton drifting over or like delicate teasing and caressing between lovers.

Zhao Jia didn’t even feel the slightest pain, only a tingling sensation that was hard to describe left behind after the light touch of that palm.

"Junior brother, life or death?"

"Senior brother, as you please!"

"Hehehe——"

This was a conversation Zhao Jia heard by his ear, the two people speaking had very gentle tones, one warm, the other soft, like ordinary brothers discussing what dish to have for dinner.

But Zhao Jia glared angrily, not seeing food in front of him, only the dizzying view of a headless corpse.

In the spinning vision, hot liquid splashed onto his face, and the sound of a bouncing ball hitting the ground reached his ears; Zhao Jia tried to turn his neck, but it didn’t budge at all. Angrily rotating his eyes, he saw a finger dripping with black blood.

That finger was pale as paper, with veins like withered branches, the Qi and blood brimming with ominous poison.

Withered Wood and Withered Grass Palm.

Yin Blood Finger.

What an insidious and venomous martial arts path.

Guan Chong hurriedly caught up, but still didn’t manage to join the attack. He bent down, hatefully grabbing the hair on the floor, lifting it like weeds in his hand.

Zhao Jia suddenly realized, thinking to himself: "Who said there’s no dish on the table, when my head has fallen on someone else’s table?"

One thought arose, obliterating all others, and any hope for survival vanished.

"Why take a head?" Feng Mu watched Guan Chong returning with a head, he still maintained a gentle smile, though there was a subtle implication in his tone.

Guan Chong raised the head in his hand slightly, with a serious and determined gaze, he explained:

"There are many people downstairs, carrying a body is too conspicuous, but if I only take a head, I can easily hide it within my clothes and quietly bring it back to prison for you."

The corners of Feng Mu’s mouth lifted a bit, and a hint of appreciation flashed through his eyes, yet he still feigned ignorance and asked:

"Then, why take a head back to prison?"

Without a second thought, Guan Chong replied: "This person killed Gong Lao, also forged a will, obviously related to the riot in Death Row. Bringing back his head, you can report to the warden."

Feng Mu glanced around at the others, noticing they were all silently nodding, quite agreeing with Guan Chong’s idea.

Feng Mu looked gratified, feeling that the therapy to help reform them might be shortened significantly as they were promising patients indeed.

Feng Mu smiled: "The person’s dead; toss the head to the Patrol Office, take a picture, and just retrieve his mobile phone."

Guan Chong "Oh"ed, throwing the head away, positioning it properly, and promptly snapped a photo.

After taking the shot, Guan Chong proactively searched for the phone, frowning, he said: "There’s nothing on the phone, all the communication records are cleared."

Feng Mu wasn’t surprised by this, he calmly responded: "No worries, just make a call."

Guan Chong was taken aback for a moment, not able to react immediately: "Make a call? To whom?"

Guan Chong was a bit puzzled, asking: "Make a call? To whom?"

Feng Mu’s smile grew brighter, his gaze sweeping across everyone before finally resting on Guan Chong, he joyfully said:

"Of course, to the person you miss the most!"

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