I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Ever since entering the restaurant, Qin Yuesheng acted as if he had forgotten about Dashan Zhuteng entirely. His gaze was fixed solely on that narrow-eyed man, who pulled a five-foot-long live fish from a tank and, with precise, elegant movements, began slicing the fish continuously with his knife.

To give credit where it’s due, this man’s skill in filleting fish was truly superb. In just a few breaths’ time, he had transformed part of the fish into thin, flat slices of sashimi, arranged them on a plate, and presented it before Qin Yuesheng.

"Guest, please try it." The narrow-eyed man placed a pair of chopsticks on the plate and spoke.

"Mm." Qin Yuesheng picked up a slice and put it in his mouth, slowly chewing.

Seeing Qin Yuesheng actually eat the fish he had served, a flash of triumph instantly appeared in the narrow-eyed man’s eyes. He then made a gesture to the ronin; immediately, all the thugs in the restaurant stood up, forming a circle as they moved to surround Qin Yuesheng.

Crack!

The main door was slammed shut, as were the windows. In an instant, the place was sealed tight.

"Shit!" One of the ronin lost his patience first. He drew his sword and slashed at Qin Yuesheng’s back.

"Do it!"

With that, the others could no longer hold back. One after another, they drew their weapons; in a flash, sword gleams flickered throughout the place.

"Heheheh." The narrow-eyed man opened his eyes, now full of cunning—"You ate my fish. No matter how strong you are, you won’t be able to muster any strength. Prepare to die."

"Heh." Qin Yuesheng gave a calm, indifferent laugh. Not to mention he was now a Grandmaster—even when he first consumed the Inner Core of the Manggu Zhuhá, Qin Yuesheng became immune to all poisons. The toxins these men used couldn’t affect him in the slightest.

Determined to eradicate these Cyan Yang City parasites tonight, Qin Yuesheng’s aim was to capture them all in one sweep. Seeing the number of ronin in the restaurant already exceed twenty, Qin Yuesheng reckoned the time was ripe. He rose from his chair, surged his Inner Strength in a protective burst, and the ronin who had first attacked was sent flying across the room, crashing into the wall—his breath already snuffed out.

"Damn! He’s an Inner Strength master!" The narrow-eyed man’s face changed dramatically.

"Good eye, but it’s too late." Qin Yuesheng picked up the chopsticks and flicked them out. In his hands, those ordinary chopsticks became the deadliest of hidden weapons, instantly piercing straight through the narrow-eyed man’s eyes with a shriek of agony.

Dashan Zhuteng was so terrified, he collapsed onto the floor. He never could’ve imagined Qin Yuesheng would be this terrifying—it turned out he was an Inner Strength master.

This was exceedingly rare indeed.

In all the years the Dong Sang Ronin Town ran rampant in the East Sea, there were barely thirty Inner Strength masters, and those were men whom lackeys like Dashan Zhuteng never even had the chance to lay eyes on.

Yet now, one such great figure had appeared right before them.

In an instant, fear chilled every heart among the ronin. How could they possibly fight this man now?

Qin Yuesheng showed not the slightest intention of holding back; blood and violence raged through the restaurant—blades flashing, swords whistling.

Within ten breaths, not a single living soul remained inside. All had been killed by Qin Yuesheng, most by his chopsticks alone.

"Those bastards causing trouble in the East Sea is one thing, but now they dare come to Jiangnan to stir up chaos and harm the people? Looks like Sanhuang had better start taking the bandit suppression of Jiangnan’s coastal regions seriously," Qin Yuesheng muttered to himself.

Having done all this without making a sound, Qin Yuesheng simply slipped out the back door and vanished from the scene.

His work done, he brushed off his sleeves, leaving no name behind.

It wasn’t long before, as the stench of blood spread, passersby discovered what had happened here. They promptly reported it to the authorities, but the government had long been fed up with these Dong Sang ronin. They hastily labeled it a vendetta between martial world enemies, didn’t bother a thorough investigation at all, and just sent a few constables to remove the corpses—considering the case closed.