Invisible Security Guard
Chapter 350: A Single Palm to End a Life

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: A Single Palm to End a Life

Sophia stood on the stage with an innocent face, her dimples looking very pretty when she smiled.

However... standing there smiling on the stage, everyone below got goosebumps. This little girl was covered in poisonous insects, and she didn’t even need to lift a finger to fight her opponents. There were even little green snakes in her sleeves that obeyed her commands, so her opponent was knocked out without even getting a chance to show off.

"Did I win? Does it count?" the little girl asked Brad Carlson.

"Yes, yes, yes, just quickly give him the antidote," Brad Carlson said with a bitter smile, accepting that the first match had ended just like that.

It wasn’t fair to call Sophia despicable because that was her skill. If you had been that skilled, you could have used it too.

Sophia pouted, feeling bored. In truth, she wanted to try her hand against a Grandmaster, but she just didn’t get the chance.

She approached her opponent Reed King, and only after sprinkling some medicine powder on his snakebite did she say, "He’ll wake up in half an hour." After speaking, she jumped off the stage.

Then, Brad Carlson placed her paper slip into another empty black bag.

The winners still had to go through a second and third round; it was a knockout elimination system.

The second round drew two apprentices of the same beginner level. The pair were evenly matched, and as soon as they got on the stage, they both used their Inner Strength to duel. However, their Inner Strength lasted less than two minutes before they were both exhausted. The winner by a narrow margin was a person named Carson Perkins.

The fight lasted only three or four minutes since they exhausted their Inner Strength so quickly, which, at the beginner level, only lasted for a few to a dozen minutes or so.

Of course, their so-called contest of Inner Strength wasn’t just about clashing palms, but rather it was shown in their martial arts techniques, the kind with solid punches landing on flesh.

Inner Strength not only increased one’s physical strength but also made a person more agile, flexible, and faster.

The competition progressed very quickly. Some people had no cultivation level and had not even reached the beginner level, so when they were drawn and found out their opponent was a beginner, they immediately forfeited.

There was no shame in not going up because if you did go, you wouldn’t stand a chance anyway, and nobody would laugh at you.

The scene was lively, with occasional cheers from the crowd, but Yusuf Zuck found it extremely boring to watch. These people’s fighting skills were so unrefined; aside from exerting Inner Strength, it was all flashy but ineffective moves.

It might also be because he was too strong; he felt that those at the beginner level were far too weak, not even as fierce as Jerome Hart.

"Sophia, can you help me out?" Yusuf Zuck whispered to Sophia at the side while a fight was going on the stage.

"What for?" Sophia asked, puzzled.

"I’ve got nine needles here, can you help me poison them?" Yusuf Zuck whispered.

"Ah? You’re into hidden weapons? But what kind of poison do you want? There’s numbing poison, dull poison, corpse poison, and so on – I’m best at this!"

"Any poison is fine, but the kind that kills people immediately once it enters the body."

"No problem, I can help you, but you can’t use these hidden weapons to kill good or innocent people!"

"Of course, I’m part of the state security, I deal with criminals, and this is also a self-defense measure. Help me with it now."

"Okay, bring them here, I’ll just dip them in my poison bottle," Sophia said without a second thought, and promptly poisoned the nine Magnetic Needles before handing them back to Yusuf Zuck.

And Yusuf Zuck smiled. With the needles poisoned, it would make killing even quicker!

The staff holding the drawing bags also took turns walking on the stage, with each pair of lots being drawn by the Grandmasters.

Soon after another pair finished, it was Sect Leader Feng Xiaoxin of the Qiankun Sect who had the bag, and with a smile, he reached his hand inside.

"Group thirty-eight, Ghost Valley Sect’s Yusuf Zuck against Qiankun Sect’s Qing He!"

"Phew~" Hearing Brad Carlson announce his own name, Yusuf Zuck quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Wen Shuai had cheated, and the staff had helped him cheat as well, because his name and that of Qing He had fallen from Wen Shuai’s sleeve unnoticed, so this match was designed as a death trap for Yusuf Zuck by the Qiankun Sect.

So far in this competition, no one had died yet. Some people in the first few dozen groups had at most suffered some internal injuries, none of which were serious.

This group, however, was Qiankun Sect’s assassination attempt on him!

"Little brother, that Qing He is Wen Shuai’s top disciple and has been practicing for many years. Her Inner Strength can last about five or six minutes. Can you handle it?" Rachel Fournier worriedly looked at Yusuf Zuck and said, "If not, just forfeit!"

"Yeah, Yusuf, you haven’t been initiated yet, and you have no energy inside your body!" Sophia also expressed her concern.

*cough cough* "Yusuf, you might as well not go up, right? There’s no need, is there?" Everest Zuck coughed once; he knew Yusuf’s skills but didn’t want Yusuf to get into any more trouble.

Yusuf knew full well that even if he didn’t provoke the Qiankun Sect, even if he forfeited now and dropped out, the Qiankun Sect would still not let him go. After the tournament, when they descended the mountain, they would probably hunt him down, and they might even kill their way to the capital, putting his family in danger.

He had overheard Qiankun Sect’s secret plotting, so he knew that it was a life-and-death struggle between him and the Qiankun Sect.

And now, since he could legally kill someone without paying with his own life, why would he miss such an opportunity?

Was the opponent a woman?

Women could be just as vicious, and Yusuf had long noticed that this woman was constantly watching him, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"Whoosh~" Without answering Everest, Yusuf took one step and jumped onto the stage.

"Whoosh~" Qing He also jumped up, with a sword in her hand.

"You may begin now," Brad Carlson casually ordered.

"Buzzing~" Following Brad Carlson’s order, Qing He immediately drew her sword and slashed furiously at Yusuf, with a fast and tricky strike aimed at taking his life in one move.

At this moment, everyone was watching Yusuf. Yusuf had made it through three rounds to get here, which had already attracted much attention. It should be noted, he wasn’t an internal martial artist, yet he could lift a thousand-pound boulder and break through iron chains, which was extraordinary in itself.

Therefore, everyone wanted to see what skills this man possessed, or if he was actually an internal martial artist who had used some Magic Treasures or practiced an unusual Cultivation Technique to mask his energy.

On the stage, Yusuf didn’t move an inch. As he watched Qing He’s sword descending towards him, he didn’t evade anxiously but locked Qing He in place with his Telekinesis. Just as Qing He’s sword tip was about to slash his throat, he leaned back slightly, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.

Some spectators applauded, while others felt a chill. Had Yusuf dodged a bit later or slower, wouldn’t his neck have been sliced by Qing He?

Qing He didn’t stop her attack; after one sword strike failed, she delivered another, employing a butterfly-like footwork that was strange and aggressively closing in.

"Since you so wish to kill me, then I have no choice but to not let you live, woman. I will kill you just the same!" Yusuf gritted his teeth. Since this woman was bent on killing him, he decided not to drag out the fight with Qing He any longer.

When Qing He’s second sword strike approached, Yusuf suddenly moved, not retreating but advancing. He stepped to the side, dodged Qing He’s sword, and transformed his fist into a palm, delivering a fierce palm chop to the back of Qing He’s neck.

Many spectators noticed that Yusuf’s blow was incredibly quick, and Qing He was probably going to be hit. However, most people, including Wen Shuai, didn’t take it seriously. Without Inner Strength, Yusuf couldn’t possibly have killed Qing He with a palm chop.

So as everyone waited to continue watching, Yusuf’s palm chop struck the back of Qing He’s neck. Then there was a "crack"—the crisp sound of breaking bones.

"What?"

"What?" Hearing the crack, the three Truth-Insight practitioners stood up abruptly, as did some Grandmasters.

Qing He collapsed limply, blood beginning to flow from her nose and ears.

With a single palm chop, Yusuf had broken Qing He’s neck bone, killing her with a single blow!

"You scoundrel, you’re looking for death!" Wen Shuai knew that Qing He was beyond saving, not even a Divine Doctor could bring her back now. So he ferociously leaped down from the stands, charging straight at Yusuf.