Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 176 - 124 solo kill_2

Chapter 176: 124 solo kill_2

Fang Zhixing mused, "Sun Gongchang has fed the infantry demon meat, the number unknown. We’d better conserve our energy; we might have to fight consecutive battles soon."

Xigou thought that made sense.

After all, if the infantry were entirely Luo Kezhao’s men, and his subordinates were in trouble, why should others clean up his mess?

If there was going to be a fierce battle, it should be Luo Kezhao who fought desperately first.

A good while passed, and the lengthy battle finally ended slowly.

Sometime later, someone beat the drums outside the town, signaling for assembly.

Fang Zhixing immediately headed to the gathering spot.

He didn’t walk fast.

By the time he arrived, most of the infantry, archers, government officials, and people from the Iron Casting Hall had already returned.

Luo Kezhao stood under a large tree, his face dark as thunder, an indescribable gloom emanating from his expression.

Ding Zhigang sat on the ground with wounds on his forehead and both shoulders as the medic tended to him.

Lv Peipei leaned against the big tree, her face pale, gasping for breath.

Wen Yudong was covered in dirt, his chest adorned with three claw marks, spattered with blood and wrapped in bandages.

"Instructor!"

Huang Dashun and others came to greet him.

Fang Zhixing nodded and asked in a low voice, "Has the message been passed on?"

Huang Dashun nodded and replied, "I first found Chief Constable Ding and told him the news; then he took me to see the Second Young Master.

The Second Young Master didn’t quite believe what I said at first.

Chief Constable Ding suggested that he immediately recall all infantry, but the Second Young Master hesitated and didn’t issue the order straight away.

Unexpectedly, soon after, an infantryman suddenly went mad, attacking his fellows, and on the spot, he bit two men to death.

Afterward, that infantryman completely lost control and turned into a monster covered with scales, having a neck over ten feet long, able to crawl rapidly on walls like a gecko, causing continuous casualties among our brothers."

Fang Zhixing immediately asked, "How are the archers’ casualties?"

Huang Dashun replied, "We were separated from the infantry at the time. Only five of our brothers were nearby, two of whom were slightly injured; no one was killed, but the brothers in the infantry..."

Fang Zhixing’s mind quickly cleared.

He made his way through the crowd to Chief Constable Ding and asked anxiously, "Big brother, are your injuries serious?"

Ding Zhigang replied with a wry smile, "Just some minor wounds; they’re not a big deal."

"That’s good!"

Fang Zhixing relaxed, then turned to Lv Peipei with a smile, "Incense Master Lv, how about you?"

"I’m fine too, just exhausted, utterly worn out!" Lv Peipei complained.

She hadn’t expected that this demon hunt would be so fraught with twists and turns, truly a thrill.

Fang Zhixing approached Luo Kezhao with a serious demeanor and said solemnly, "Second Young Master, have the infantry been examined?"

Luo Kezhao, out of sorts, replied sharply, "How can we examine them? There are seven hundred infantrymen, most of whom were drunk last night, and no one remembers whether they were fed demon meat by that man surnamed Sun!"

Fang Zhixing immediately suggested, "Bind all the infantry. Demons cannot withstand hunger."

Luo Kezhao’s expression changed, and he looked up at the pale-faced Wen Yudong.

"Second Young Master, we must thoroughly examine them; otherwise, these seven hundred infantrymen must not be allowed to return to the county town," Wen Yudong said earnestly.

Luo Kezhao gritted his teeth and nodded, "Alright, let’s do that."

He then gathered all the infantry and ordered them to kneel on the ground.

Archers and government officials started to work together, binding all the infantry.

Time trickled away.

Unintentionally, dusk fell, the weather turned bitterly cold, and the sky was filled with stars.

"Wuu wuu~"

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the crowd.

An infantryman collapsed to the ground without warning, convulsing all over, foam spilling from his mouth.

"Liang Dagui, what’s wrong with you?"

The surrounding infantrymen’s hair stood on end as they distanced themselves from him.

Fang Zhixing and others immediately ran over.

They saw the infantryman named Liang Dagui rolling on the ground, his limbs distorting violently, his neck nearly bending at a 180-degree angle.

Soon, Liang Dagui broke the ropes and stood up.

By this point, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with a chilling madness.

He drooled nonstop, eyeing everyone around him as a hungry wolf sizing up a tasty lamb.

At this sight...

All were struck with terror, scrambling to get away from Liang Dagui.

"Damn it, not another one!"

Luo Kezhao was furious and desperate as he drew his sword from its scabbard and swept it across Liang Dagui’s neck.

Pffft~

A head flew up into the air.

Liang Dagui fell to the ground, and the loss of control that had occurred within him immediately stopped.

This was the first time Fang Zhixing had witnessed the entire process of a person losing control.

It was like they had seizures; no wonder it was called "loss of control."

"As long as they’re killed before they fully transform into demons, the problem can be easily resolved, just like nipping a hidden danger in the bud," Fang Zhixing sighed softly.

Prompted by the example of Liang Dagui, every infantry soldier felt endangered, terrified, and anxious.

No one knew who might lose control next.

In the latter half of the night, two infantrymen helped each other untie their ropes and attempted to escape under the cover of darkness.

Unfortunately, they were caught red-handed by the people from the Iron Casting Hall.

Luo Kezhao, not bothering to ask questions, simply cut off their heads to serve as a warning to the others.

After that, no one else dared to attempt desertion.

Two days passed in a flash.

That morning, as the sun climbed high, unrest once again spread through the crowd.

An infantryman with a big beard suddenly started screaming and jumping up and down.

"My undercarriage, my undercarriage..."

He yelled incessantly, his cries shrill and frantic.

Luo Kezhao pounced forward, swinging his sword to cut him down.

"Hold on!"

Fang Zhixing shouted.

But it was too late!

Luo Kezhao had already beheaded Big Beard and turned to ask Fang Zhixing, "What were you shouting?"

Fang Zhixing spread his hands and said, "He might not have been about to lose control."

Luo Kezhao asked in astonishment, "Then what was he shouting about?"

Fang Zhixing sighed, "He probably had ants or some other insects crawling into his undergarments, biting him."

Luo Kezhao blinked, suddenly looking a bit dumbfounded.

This was a wrongful killing!

But naturally, he would not admit to having done anything wrong; instead, he shouted at the crowd, "Anyone who screams and shouts will be considered to have lost control and will be executed on the spot, do you hear me?"

Every infantry soldier bowed their heads deeply, their faces ashen, silent as if gripped by a chill.

Evening approached in an instant.

Suddenly someone shouted, "Sir, Hong Erhu is losing control!"

Fang Zhixing and the others hurried over and saw a young man lying on the ground face up, his face twisted with ferocity and madness, his limbs pulling and twisting, and his waist arching violently in an inhuman pose.

He was promptly executed.

An oppressive atmosphere enveloped everyone, suffocating them.

Five days went by in an instant.

No new cases of loss of control arose.

Luo Kezhao gathered Fang Zhixing and a few others to discuss the situation, deciding to wait another three days.

If no one lost control within three days, they would then set off to return to the county town.

They waited another three days...

Fortunately!

All was calm, and no tragedies occurred.

Ding Zhigang pondered aloud, "The flesh and blood of a demon should be more potent than that of an exotic beast. A person who has consumed the flesh and blood of a demon would undoubtedly lose control very quickly; it’s impossible to wait more than ten days without losing control."

Luo Kezhao nodded and said, "Now we should have eliminated all the risks; finally, we can go back."

Fang Zhixing fell silent for a moment, then suggested, "Young Master, after we get back to the county town, for safety’s sake, we should lock up all these infantrymen and observe them for another half month before allowing them to move freely. What do you think?"

Luo Kezhao gave Fang Zhixing a sidelong glance, contemplated for a while, and then nodded, "Fine, better safe than sorry. I’ll listen to you."

At this moment, he seemed to have some respect for Fang Zhixing, though mostly he was just weary and could not hold on to his anger.

Fang Zhixing had played a crucial role in the slaying of the centipede, and then he alone had killed the demon named Sun, without a scratch on him.

His three hundred archers also conducted themselves well, emerging unscathed.

In contrast, he himself was in a sorry state.

Out of the seven hundred infantry, more than thirty were lost and over a hundred were injured.

It was not hard to imagine what Luo Peiyun’s face would look like when he returned to the county town.