Dragon's Origin

Chapter 660: I Don't Like Killing (Part 2)

Many people heard Wang Sheng's words, and everyone who heard them wanted to laugh.

Wang Sheng doesn't like killing? Ever since Wang Sheng was hunted down by various families, the number of deaths attributable to him has definitely exceeded two thousand. This is what he calls not liking killing? What would he be if he actually liked killing?

However, since Wang Sheng dared to travel alone, don't blame others for plotting against him. Who told you not to use the powerful guards of the old Jun View and instead be captured alive due to a scheme? It's your own fault.

This was what all the participants thought when the ambush was first launched. But before a few minutes had passed, those people all changed their minds.

Twenty-three legendary masters ambushed Wang Sheng alone. The ambush location and timing of the attack were carefully designed. Within ten miles, people were secretly observing whether there were any hidden experts protecting him. Only when there were no abnormalities did they feel relieved enough to attack.

They thought that twenty against one was a sure thing, but as soon as they started, these masters were dumbfounded.

Wang Sheng was too terrifying, so terrifying that they couldn't believe their eyes.

One master stepped forward and threw a punch at Wang Sheng's chest, but Wang Sheng blasted him away with a punch. After the two exchanged blows, the master flew backward several feet. His hand bones, wrist bones, ulna, and radius were all shattered. He lay on the ground, spitting blood, completely unconscious.

Several masters wielding sabers and swords faced a short dagger in Wang Sheng's hand. No matter how densely they attacked, Wang Sheng calmly blocked them with just one dagger. His movements weren't fast at all, but they were very effective. He appeared to be handling a great weight with ease, and a gentle swipe of the blade would cause eight or nine out of ten attackers to lie down on the spot, wailing and unable to stand up.

None of them died, but each of them lost their fighting power. Onlookers thought it was okay, but those who had been scratched by Wang Sheng's Tiger Tooth dagger were all filled with fear. Their life force was flowing frantically from their bodies along with their blood, and their cultivation, which they relied on for survival, was of no use at this moment.

Wang Sheng used military combat techniques. Every strike was aimed at a fatal point determined by modern medical anatomy. It was either a major artery or a nerve plexus. Not being killed instantly was already Wang Sheng showing mercy.

But that doesn't mean Wang Sheng is soft-hearted. It's true that Wang Sheng doesn't like killing, but how could Wang Sheng let someone who has already tried to kill him get away? He was only keeping them alive temporarily to find out their identities.

Those who had their major arteries attacked could only futilely press their wounds, hoping that their cultivation could repair some of the damage. They no longer had any possibility of fighting back. Unless they didn't care about their lives, but if they moved even slightly without holding the wound, the blood in their bodies would喷 out like a fountain. Without Wang Sheng's intervention, they would die from blood loss.

Wang Sheng's movements were really simple, so simple that it was unbelievable. The movements were slow, but no matter what opponent attacked, he would deflect the attack before it reached his body, and his counterattacks were so effortless and unavoidable.

There were four or five people whose arms and knees were broken by Wang Sheng's reverse joint locks. The guy whose face was grabbed by Wang Sheng's hand had completely given up resisting. In fact, he had already fainted.

That's right. When this sword master attacked, Wang Sheng just barely dodged his blade and grabbed his face with a backhand. He pinched the guy's two cheekbones, and with a little force, the cheekbones made a cracking sound. The captured enemy had already lost consciousness and was hanging on Wang Sheng's hand.

If the old Taoist saw this scene, he would be very satisfied. Because Wang Sheng had applied the techniques of Tai Chi to military combat techniques, and they were perfectly integrated. He looked like he was handling a great weight with ease. All the moves didn't look very ruthless, but the effect was devastating.

At first, the ambushing masters didn't think it was anything magical, but when more than a dozen masters in a row were defeated so easily by Wang Sheng, the remaining seven or eight masters immediately realized something was wrong.

Even evenly matched opponents couldn't win so easily. Not to mention Wang Sheng, whose cultivation was far inferior to theirs. This situation could only mean one thing: Wang Sheng's cultivation far exceeded theirs, so he could be so relaxed, as if he were in an uninhabited land. There was no other possibility.

Killing enemies above one's level is normal, but you can kill one, two, or three enemies above your level. But to face the attacks of more than twenty masters at the same time and still be able to calmly distinguish the order of priority and knock them down in batches, is that a master with inferior cultivation killing enemies above his level? Only a fool would think that way.

After realizing this, the remaining few people were dumbfounded. More than twenty masters ambushed Wang Sheng, but now they realized that Wang Sheng's cultivation far exceeded theirs. The ambushed, cooked duck suddenly turned into a deadly Tyrannosaurus Rex. How did that feel?

The masters in the back stopped and exchanged glances. A fierce look suddenly appeared in the eyes of the two masters in the back.

The four or five masters in front suddenly rushed towards Wang Sheng from several directions, restraining Wang Sheng. At the same time, the two masters who exchanged glances swiftly used their fastest movements to rush towards their fallen companions.

At first, Wang Sheng didn't care. If they wanted to save people, let them save them. Anyway, they wouldn't have the ability to move after being saved, and one or two people couldn't take them away. Wang Sheng wasn't worried at all.

However, when these two masters began to kill their companions with the fastest methods, Wang Sheng realized what these two guys were planning.

They weren't trying to save people at all, but to silence them. Once these injured people fell into Wang Sheng's hands, no matter how steely-hearted a person was, there would be times when they made mistakes. If they accidentally revealed the instigator and their own identities, it might bring a catastrophe to their backers. No one dared to take this risk.

Wang Sheng was slightly surprised, and then calmed down. Silencing them was fine. Anyway, Wang Sheng didn't plan to keep those people alive. Since these guys dared to attack, and still did so after seeing the example of the Gan family, how could they attack without being prepared? Wang Sheng firmly believed that even if he captured them all alive, they wouldn't have anything on them that could represent their identities.

“I really don’t like killing people.” While Wang Sheng was speaking, he had already pressed the last master in front of him against a tree on the roadside, directly pressing his neck. The master’s head was as soft as mud, becoming a mess, with red and white things flowing down.