Chapter 28

Qi Xing smiled.

"Dead men don't need to know, do they?"

He didn't shout or scream; he didn't even lunge forward. He simply took a calm step.

With that single step, he completely sealed off the thief's escape route.

In an instant, just feeling the surging killing intent of Rep-Man, Voodoo Hot Girl instinctively recoiled, her back immediately slamming into the cold bookshelf.

It seemed Rep-Man was in a bad mood today.

His killing intent was like a sharp knife aimed at her heart, making cold sweat bead on her forehead and even smudging her makeup.

What to do?

She knew very well that if she were caught by Rep-Man, it wouldn't be as simple as just being kicked out. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind—

She had to gamble.

"Wait a second, the famous Rep-Man—"

Voodoo Hot Girl chuckled, holding the book in her left hand and gesturing to the surrounding bookshelves with her right.

"This is a library, you know? With so many precious books here, you don't intend to fight me, do you? Surely not—"

"If the library gets smashed to pieces, not only you, but even the old man who heads the Association will be held accountable!"

Holding the book in one hand and covering her mouth with the other, she giggled, seemingly confident in her words.

"Why don't you just pretend you never saw me today? That way, nobody has to go through the trouble of dealing with this. How about it?"

Good question.

A classic threat, a classic use of treasure as a hostage.

Qi Xing couldn't be bothered to retort. He had only one way of dealing with threats.

All these foolish antics, all this nonsense—it had already caused her to lose the most basic human rights in Qi Xing's eyes.

By the time Voodoo Hot Girl regained her senses, a storm-like, domineering fist was already upon her, unavoidable!

One punch!

Qi Xing forcibly tore off her left hand and snatched the book away!

Author's Note for Launch Meow — —

It's launching — — The cat is launching again — —

This time it's a cat with butter on its back — —

(Hanging myself obediently on the shelf, attaching a label, and starting to spin)

I already updated once this morning, so the next update will be the launch chapters!

The cat will try to get it out today meow — —

This book, hmm… among everything the cat has written, it's considered the craziest. It should have its pros and cons.

The way of butter, the way is profound, from Fate to Dies, many familiar things started as butter.

From superhero themes, to Magical Girl, to knights, to sentai, to Ultraman, to giant robots, to Cthulhu, to cyberpunk, to ninjas, to shrine maidens, to sword and magic fantasy—anyway, there is no element in the world that cannot be more or less associated with H-related content.

Even the strong characters in Hong Kong comics, more or less, have some H-related segments!

(And Hong Kong comics really love having strong characters get cuckolded, it's very bad!)

But on the other hand, meow, as long as you peel off the crazier H-related fur, the core of everything can still be about telling a serious story.

For example, what the cat likes most, the relationship between the individual and the world, ancient myths and modern society, and then falling in love with cute girls… and this time I want to write a harem!

Things like that!

So, next is the reader feedback segment, meow!

Many people complained about the fighting not being intense enough; the cat is trying! Meow! I will work even harder!

And then, this book is essentially still wearing a comedy label, so how could I let the protagonist get cuckolded! Everyone don't be so nervous, you have to maintain your mental health, meow — —

Always worrying about being cuckolded is bad for mental health, the cat says this very seriously! Cuckolding is bad civilization!

Dear readers, repeat. after. me! Cuckolding is bad civilization!

So that's all for now!

Next, the cat has to go write!

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032: The Day of Gut-Punching the Vixen

Ava Sakura Laflore, nicknamed [Cherry Blossom Girl], of Japanese and African descent, 19 years old.

But she was already a major executive of the Black Spartacus organization, one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

Some might be puzzled hearing this—what kind of Japanese-African mixed-race hot Voodoo sorceress is this? Who comes up with such a combination?

However, in reality, there is actually a reason for it—but let's not get into that right now.

Because Ava [Cherry Blossom Girl] was facing the greatest life crisis of her life!

Last week, because of the organization's plan and the leader's orders, she had prepared to come to Castel SantAngelo to steal a book for the leader. With her genius intellect and powerful magic, the Witch Hunter security guards of the Association couldn't possibly stop her.

This mission should have been a breeze.

Look at her now, having successfully snuck into the underground library and taken down four or five security guards. If it were any other time and she had free time, she would surely pierce their noses or tongues, take a few photos, and post them online to show off, but unfortunately, today wasn't the time.

Then she bumped straight into Rep-Man coming around the corner.

Rep-Man!? Why would Rep-Man be here!?

But stay calm! Oh, you have to stay calm, Ava! She said to herself in her heart—Rep-Man is neither invincible nor flawless!

Isn't he the ace of the Association? Then as long as she threatens him with the library full of ancient artifacts and books, this ace should crumble, right?

Anyway, these foolish, hypocritical [Righteous] heroes are all like this!

"This is a library, you know? With so many precious books here, you don't intend to fight me, do you? Surely not?"

"If the library gets smashed to pieces, not only you, but even the old man who heads the Association will be held accountable!"

As for what happened next, everyone must be very clear.

Qi Xing never—never—pays attention to any such threats. Because game theory tells him he should do this.

And more importantly, because he is annoyed.

Before Voodoo Hot Girl could finish her nonsense, he had already stepped forward.

That step was as heavy as thunder, making the entire castle tremble slightly beneath his feet, and the dust between the bookshelves was stirred up.

That step caused his figure to suddenly disappear.

—Not disappeared, but fast enough that mortal dynamic vision couldn't see him!

At the critical moment, Ava [Cherry Blossom Girl] sliced through the air with her shiny fingernails. Glittering poisonous powder flowed from between her fingers, twisting and turning in mid-air, transforming into the power of a curse. The purple-black misty powder wound around like a viper, rushing toward Rep-Man with the scent of death and decay.

—But it couldn't get close at all.

The air trembled. Lightning crackled.

The Thunder-Fire Heavenly Garment was like a hurricane brushing aside insignificant stones. The cursed magic actually bounced back along its original path. [Cherry Blossom Girl] constricted her pupils and dodged sideways, only just managing to avoid her own spell. But her twin tails were still lifted by the aftermath, her hair exploding outward in an instant, like a flag whipped by a gale.

—Are you kidding me?! Are you joking?!

This sentence only had time to rattle in her mind; she didn't even have the chance to speak. A domineering, powerful fist was already unavoidable, grabbing her left hand and instantly tearing through muscle, bone, and flesh, snatching the book away!

"Ahhh?!"

Ignoring the other's scream, Qi Xing channeled lightning, instantly sealing and cauterizing every drop of blood spurting from her severed hand, then moved back to his original position to avoid dirtying the book.

Whether it was Voodoo Hot Girl's crazy screaming or her painful writhing and struggling, or the fact that she was the only woman among the Four Heavenly Kings of a dark organization, it never even caught Qi Xing's eye. He never considered her an [Opponent]; he simply treated her like a bookshelf. His eyes were only on the book he wanted to get.

A full two seconds passed before the shrilly screaming Cherry Blossom Girl finally realized this fact.

In an instant, it wasn't because of the severe pain—she had endured worse injuries and taken worse beatings—but because of the absolute humiliation of being completely ignored. This made resentment and anger bite fiercely into her heart like a viper, making her feel like she was about to explode, wishing she could embed the fingernails of her remaining hand into her bones to carve in this shame.

Wandering the streets since childhood, Ava [Cherry Blossom Girl] had left countless [Legends] worth bragging about in the black markets and Voodoo circles of the Caribbean. The reason she was so arrogant and confident wasn't just because of her personality, but because she had actually done big things, enough to let her stand tall and boast haughtily in front of her peers.

She once held a forbidden Voodoo ritual in the underground club [Crimson Veil] in New Orleans, using alcohol, drugs, and terrifying evil curses to turn the entire rave into a [Living Altar]. The guests present all fell into collective madness, starting to do NSFW things. This madness caused illusions and reality to interweave, and some were even forcibly dragged into the spirit world, their souls never able to return.

And she, however, retreated unscathed amidst the chaos, leaving behind countless rumors, making that night a legend in the dark world.

A mafia boss who ran rampant in Miami once despised her Voodoo arts. He even mocked her in public as just a [little girl who plays with dolls]. Seven days later, he was dead. No gunshot wounds, no poisons, no external injuries; his face even still retained an expression of terror. As if he had seen something incomprehensible before he died. All medical examinations could not provide a reasonable explanation, and the gang was in a panic.

She once incited an infighting within a Voodoo gang in Haiti and used spells and suggestion to manipulate its top brass. Within five days, she had the entire gang operating according to her will. She even had subordinates willing to sacrifice their lives for her, just to satisfy some of her twisted commands.

She was not a third-rate street magician; she was a tough character who had truly lived, fought, and won on the streets.

What do you think I am? Air??

She was no nobody, no dust that could be flicked away—she would definitely make Rep-Man pay the price and let him know the consequences of underestimating her!

Elaine also saw this scene.

She was standing behind Qi Xing and was more familiar with him, so she saw more, but precisely because of that, she was even more afraid.

Now Qi Xing didn't even look at Voodoo Hot Girl, but that didn't mean he had never looked at her. On the contrary, before Qi Xing struck, he had taken a serious look at her.

(I'm afraid, Qi Xing he…)

Elaine thought fearfully in her heart that the moment he saw the security guards lying on the ground around Voodoo Hot Girl and her holding the book, he had judged her, convicted her, decided on the punishment to be meted out, and then executed it.

So he didn't need to adjust his strength; he only needed to pursue the spirit of strict law enforcement.

—Although Qi Xing had given people this feeling before, since the cruise ship incident, his determination as a judge and punisher was clearly even firmer.

In an instant, Elaine seemed to glimpse a part of the dark will in Qi Xing's heart.

However, one thing is one thing. Terror is terror, but when Elaine saw Voodoo Hot Girl struggling and writhing on the ground, trying to escape, she still immediately shouted: "Mr. Qi! Catch her! She shouldn't be here at all, and, Voodoo?!"

She and Qi Xing had just seen a strange Voodoo curse last night. Where would Rome have so many high-level Voodoo sorcerers? How could it be such a coincidence?

So Qi Xing turned his head and took a second look at the hot girl.

Voodoo Hot Girl smiled crookedly.

"You think… hee hee heh—Mister, you don't think you can defeat me with brute force, do you?"

She laughed while sticking out her tongue, using the fingernails of her (remaining) right hand to fiddle with the tongue ring on her tongue.

Qi Xing actually never understood why some people like to put studs and rings on their bodies. Do they think it's sexy? Qi Xing really couldn't understand this fetish. If someone were willing to explain, he would be happy to listen.

But in an instant, he discovered that the hot girl's left wrist, which he had just ripped off, suddenly turned a weird bluish-purple, the veins under the skin wriggling like earthworms, and the palm rapidly expanding like a balloon—because she also had a ring on her left hand.

Resonance spell?

Voodoo Hot Girl was already smiling triumphantly.

In the next instant, the left hand that Qi Xing had ripped off would explode. Rotting flesh would scatter, mixed with pitch-black bone shards, each piece of flesh exploding into a screaming vengeful spirit. Perhaps the invincible [Rep-Man] would be fine, but what about the little nun behind him?

And what about this incredibly fragile ancient book?

She had won!

—However, Qi Xing just calmly raised one hand.

The black and white Yin and Yang energies immediately began to rotate. A deep, abyssal hole, neither black nor white, like an incredibly heavy iron cage, began to press down fiercely on the churning curse. The restless flesh was forcibly imprisoned by the invisible true energy, being forcibly pressed back into the severed hand, struggling like a viper with its throat choked.

As Qi Xing's palm slowly pressed down, the Taiji diagram of Yin and Yang energies tightened circle by circle, completely sealing off the curse's power. The knuckles of the severed hand creaked under the extreme pressure, the joints twisted and broken. Then, like an extinguished flame, it was completely obliterated.

Everything returned to calm, leaving only the withered black palm that had been suppressed and twisted into lifelessness, like a long-dead mummy, posing no further threat.

This was actually the most orthodox [Forbidden Technique] of Taoism—the Qi Prohibition Technique, which counted as one of the few orthodox techniques Qi Xing was good at besides Thunder Magic. But the specific lore and reasoning behind it would be discussed later; anyway, the point now is,

"…" Voodoo Hot Girl finally didn't know what to say.

She finally understood that the spells and experiences she prided herself on were nothing but child's play in front of the [Strongest Man on Earth].

Perhaps some people really only had the weight to be looked at twice by [Rep-Man].

In the next second, before she even had time to scream, a fist like cast copper and iron slammed into her abdomen

"Ugh—"

The violent impact caused her entire body to arch like a shrimp, her eyes widened sharply, her mouth opened, almost vomiting her internal organs, but she couldn't make a sound. The air was completely blasted out by this punch, her internal organs felt like they had been completely churned, and even her train of thought was disconnected.

Her high heels left the ground, and she was blasted away by the punch, slamming hard into the ancient castle's stone wall behind her, embedding directly into the wall. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't even recite a complete spell anymore.