Chapter 798 - 746: A Thousand Cuts! (1)
"Run! Run, you motherfucker!"
Slipping his hands back into his pockets, Qin Fan strolled leisurely over to the young man. Looking down at his opponent, who was continuously vomiting Essence Blood, he taunted.
He lifted his foot and fiercely swept it against the youth’s kneeling body!
BOOM!
A thunderous noise erupted as the young man’s bent body flew in a parabolic arc, slamming into the back wall of the dark room. He coughed up another mouthful of Essence Blood. The tenacious Life Force of a Transformation Realm Grandmaster once again revealed itself.
Even with countless broken bones and his organs ruptured and displaced, the young man’s life had yet to be extinguished. But the convulsions wracking his body on the ground showed he was on his last breath.
"You want to play games, do you? Come on, I’ll play with you!"
A violent rage erupted from within him. Qin Fan sneered menacingly, then waved his hands through the air, repeatedly slashing at the young man from a distance.
SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!
One gash after another burst open on his skin. In an instant, he became a literal man of blood!
A hundred cuts? A thousand? Or perhaps ten thousand?
It was impossible to count. Under the control of Qin Fan’s Qi Force, from the forehead down, there wasn’t a single unharmed spot on the youth’s body. Screams he could no longer suppress howled from his mouth.
The fleeting glimmer of hope he had felt moments ago had caused him to miss the best opportunity to end his own life. Now, even though his Transformation Realm Cultivation was enough to look down on the mortal world, he lacked the chance to commit suicide. To be precise, he no longer even had the strength for it.
"Qin Fan, is this all you’ve got? Haha! If you have the guts, kill me! The game has just begun. If I die, countless others will replace me! I’d love to see how many levels you can clear, haha... HAHAHA!" the youth growled, his hoarse throat sounding as if it might tear and bleed.
A Transformation Realm Grandmaster subjected to death by a thousand cuts! What the hell does that even mean?
The youth didn’t know. But at this point, he knew Qin Fan’s strength had far surpassed his imagination.
Perhaps, apart from the Master, no one is his match! Fortunately, he doesn’t know our plan. Fortunately, the others haven’t been exposed!
"Kill you? I’ll definitely kill you, but now’s not the time!" Qin Fan laughed ominously as he stared at the youth covered in bloody wounds. The violence within him filled his eyes with a bloodthirsty light.
He walked slowly toward the young man and gradually crouched down.
"What do you want? What are you doing?" An ominous premonition rose within the youth’s struggle to remain conscious, and he stammered in shock.
Qin Fan paid him no heed, reaching for the crown of his head as if he hadn’t heard a thing. With a pinch of his fingers, his True Qi surged.
The Soul Capturing Memory Exploration Technique began once again!
"AH! AHH! AHHH!"
The excruciating pain of ten thousand ants gnawing at his brain erupted. Every second, the young man felt as if he were circling the Ghost Gate, yet he could never step through it to end his suffering. As a Transformation Realm Grandmaster possessing the Hypnosis Divine Skill, he seemed to realize what was happening as he felt his memories being invaded.
Qin Fan is scouring my memories!
Damn it. No. NO!
"No, no, Qin Fan, fuck your mother! FUCK YOUR MOTHER!"
These screams, choked with the contortions of his face, were filled with endless terror. He knew that once his memories were plundered, the other members would be completely exposed.
What fate awaited them then? Could the plan their Master had arranged for them still be carried out? The answer was despair. It was bleak.
Qin Fan completely disregarded the dying man’s wails. Nor would his seething rage compel him to grant the man a quick end. Expressionless, he used his Divine Sense to increase the speed of the invasive reading, delving deeper.
Three minutes passed. Five minutes. Seven minutes.
The young man’s screams grew weaker and weaker. Clearly, his life’s final countdown had begun.
Exhaling deeply, Qin Fan withdrew his Divine Sense, and his fingers loosened their grip on the man’s head. But this could no longer change the youth’s ultimate fate. With his Life Force rapidly depleting, even an Immortal would be powerless to save him.
"Should I call you Chen Tianyang, or perhaps Master Hou? Tsk tsk, I had no idea you were actually Chen Tiansheng’s brother! Hmm, this is good. The two of you will have company down below!"
With that, Qin Fan stood up. Ignoring the feeble curses the youth muttered through his mangled lips, he turned and walked out with an icy demeanor.
Chen Tianyang, whose life had not yet been fully terminated, was left to continue gasping in endless agony. His death was certain, but Qin Fan wanted this prolonged torture to completely ravage his final shred of will. Death itself isn’t frightening. What’s frightening is to die slowly, in agony worse than death itself.
Stepping out of the deathly silent card room, he looked up at the afterglow of the setting sun. At this moment, Qin Fan’s expression had grown impossibly grim. He felt no sense of release from ending Chen Tianyang’s life.
During the Soul Capturing and Memory Exploration, he had discovered an organization called the Heavenly Dao Institute. He had discovered the mobilization of dozens of Transformation Realm Grandmasters. He had discovered that the Heavenly Dao Institute’s headquarters was in the Middle East! He had even glimpsed a figure robed entirely in white, wearing a mask, with snow-white hair. They called that figure the Master.
The so-called "game" had, without a doubt, been assigned to them by that Master. Most importantly, the back of this all-white figure matched the one he had seen in Chen Tiansheng’s memories.
In other words, whether it was the incident at the milk tea shop, or Tiancan and Dique, or even Chen Tiansheng, who had all died by his hand... they were all under the command of a single person!
"Your organization is called the Heavenly Dao Institute, is it?" Qin Fan mused aloud, frowning as he looked toward the lingering sunlight.
Then, he lowered his gaze. A deep chill filled his eyes as he spoke again, "And who exactly are you?"
But for now, no one could answer his question. He never would have guessed that he had not only met this Master—the one who commanded these Grandmasters like slaves—but had even crossed blades with him. For the moment, however, Qin Fan failed to make the connection.
It had to be said that fate played cruel tricks. Perhaps this, too, was a trial for Qin Fan, arranged in the unseen world.
His slender shadow elongated under the afterglow of the sunset.
After crossing the road, Qin Fan settled into the driver’s seat of the unassuming Phaeton. He didn’t hurry back to the university to catch up with Jiang Yino. Instead, he headed straight for the Jinling Military Region General Hospital.
「At the same time, Jinling Airport.」
A private plane bearing a special insignia slowly taxied to a halt. Shortly after, a vigorous, white-haired old man emerged from the cockpit. Once the automated airstairs had extended from the fuselage, he descended with a steady gait. He then walked to the main cabin entrance, climbed the stairs, and pulled open the door.
He stood on the highest step of the airstairs and faced the middle-aged figure sitting inside with closed eyes. He bowed respectfully and announced, "My lord, we have arrived in Jinling!"