STG 28
Chapter 28: Slash Slash Slash
Thud.
The Ghostface King’s head hit the ground.
Zhao Kongcheng swayed, then collapsed straight backward.
Lin Qiye reacted swiftly, catching Zhao Kongcheng’s body before it could fall. Only then did he realize just how dire Zhao Kongcheng’s condition was.
Claw wounds, impact injuries, fractures—under Lin Qiye’s spiritual perception, Zhao Kongcheng’s body was a patchwork of injuries, blood seeping from countless wounds, staining the rainwater pooling beneath them crimson. At least five or six bones were broken. Lin Qiye couldn’t fathom how Zhao Kongcheng had managed to stand with injuries this severe.
Most critically, Lin Qiye could clearly sense Zhao Kongcheng’s vitality fading rapidly, like the last embers of a dying fire, growing weaker by the second…
Lin Qiye knelt beside him, at a loss. “Your body…”
“Cough… cough… It’s fine. Just the side effects of forcing my potential.”
“At this rate, you’ll die.”
“I know.”
“And that’s… okay?”
“Heh heh heh…” Zhao Kongcheng tried to laugh but ended up coughing blood again. “No regrets. At least I got to experience a Forbidden Ruin before dying. And…”
“And what?”
“And I did it. ‘Blade raised toward the abyss, blood staining the heavens.’” Trembling, Zhao Kongcheng reached down, dragging his fingers through the blood-soaked mud. “Might not be enough to stain the sky, but the ground? Definitely.”
Lin Qiye froze. “But… there was no ‘countless’ behind you. No one saw what you did except me. Was it still worth it?”
Zhao Kongcheng smiled but didn’t answer.
“Do me a favor.”
“Name it.”
“There’s a pack of cigarettes in my pocket. Light one for me.”
Lin Qiye fished through Zhao Kongcheng’s chest pocket, pulling out a rain-soaked cigarette, then found a lighter in his pants.
After placing the cigarette between Zhao Kongcheng’s lips, Lin Qiye shielded the lighter from the rain and flicked it several times.
Click, click— Fwoosh.
A small flame ignited, lighting the cigarette.
Zhao Kongcheng took a deep drag and exhaled slowly, as if finally at peace.
With the cigarette dangling from his mouth, he stared up at the gray sky, rainwater streaming down his face…
“Lin Qiye.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you see that? I fucking decapitated the Ghostface King.”
“I saw it.”
Zhao Kongcheng’s lips curled into an uncontrollable grin. He was happy.
Lin Qiye nodded, about to say something more, when suddenly—his entire body stiffened.
He turned his head stiffly.
In the distance, the headless corpse of the Ghostface King was slowly rising from the mud…
On its torso, a pale, grotesque ghostly face slithered like a parasite—crawling from its legs to its back, then from its back to its chest…
Until finally, it settled over the Ghostface King’s sternum.
Meanwhile, the severed head’s ghostly face had vanished without a trace.
Lin Qiye’s pupils contracted violently.
The Ghostface King wasn’t dead.
The rain continued to fall.
Zhao Kongcheng, still lost in the afterglow of his final strike, hadn’t noticed Lin Qiye’s expression.
“Damn… even the Captain couldn’t kill this thing, but I did. Lin Qiye… tell me, was I badass or what?”
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment before looking down at Zhao Kongcheng and nodding firmly.
“Yeah. Badass.“
“With a feat like this… if I survive, I’ll make general for sure, right?”
“Without a doubt,” Lin Qiye said, his voice unwavering. “You have to survive.”
“Heh.”
Zhao Kongcheng seemed to envision something, his face filled with contentment.
But the light in his eyes was fading.
Lin Qiye’s hands trembled slightly as he shook Zhao Kongcheng’s shoulders.
“Zhao Kongcheng! You’re not a general yet! You can’t die!”
Zhao Kongcheng could no longer hear him. His gaze grew distant… His lips moved, his voice barely a whisper:
“Tell me… was I cool just now?”
“Cool?” Lin Qiye’s lips quivered as he nodded fiercely.
“You were the coolest person I’ve ever seen.”
A faint smile tugged at Zhao Kongcheng’s lips before his eyes slowly closed, his body going slack.
Zhao Kongcheng was dead.
Swoosh…
Lin Qiye sat there numbly, rain blurring his vision, but his gaze never left Zhao Kongcheng’s face.
Until—
The heavy footsteps sounded again.
Lin Qiye pressed his lips together, took a deep breath, and slowly rose to his feet…
He turned, his eyes locking onto the headless corpse of the Ghostface King in the distance.
His pupils burned like twin suns.
He took two steps forward—
And wrenched Zhao Kongcheng’s straight sword from the mud.
Gripping the blade, Lin Qiye strode toward the Ghostface King, drenched but undeterred, his golden eyes blazing with fury.
The ghostly face on the corpse twisted as if screaming silently. The headless body staggered forward, its movements accelerating until it charged at Lin Qiye like a wounded beast!
With its right arm already severed by Zhao Kongcheng, the Ghostface King could only attack with the claws of its left hand—a relentless, frenzied assault!
Lin Qiye, holding the sword, seemed to predict every strike, dodging with lightning reflexes.
He moved like a butterfly at midnight, dancing through the storm, untouched by the raging winds.
His enhanced dynamic vision, combined with the speed boost from [Starlit Dancer], made him nearly untouchable.
After evading over a dozen attacks, Lin Qiye coldly raised the sword—
And struck.
This time, his target wasn’t just any weak point.
It was the ghostly face embedded in the torso.
If he was right, this was the Ghostface King’s true body.
Earlier, Zhao Kongcheng had decapitated it but hadn’t destroyed the face—which was why it could revive.
Lin Qiye weaved through the onslaught, his blade slashing again and again at the grotesque visage.
Even with his fivefold strength enhancement, he couldn’t deliver a fatal blow—only shallow cuts.
But that didn’t matter.
If one slash wasn’t enough, he’d deliver ten. A hundred.
This time, he would hack the Ghostface King into oblivion.
One strike. Two. Three…
The Ghostface King couldn’t touch him, but Lin Qiye’s blade never missed. Gradually, the ghostly face became a mess of gashes, its expression twisting in agony.
Soon, the Ghostface King’s movements slowed.
Seizing the moment, Lin Qiye’s killing intent erupted.
He reversed his grip on the sword—
And plunged it straight into the ghostly face with all his strength!
A piercing, inhuman shriek tore through the night sky.
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