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Chapter 385: A 10-kill Innate Master?

Chapter 385: Chapter 385: A 10-kill Innate Master?

"Thief! How dare you kill my husband? I’ll fight you to the end!"

"Smack!"

Titan’s face turned cold and, raising his arm, he knocked away the hidden weapon with his steel bracer and swung his massive hammer toward the old woman.

With a scream, the old woman’s chest caved in and, after a struggle that lasted quite a while, she finally died.

"Ah"

The girls all turned pale, shrinking back and huddling together, too afraid to open their eyes.

At this time, Xiao Zheng had already searched through all the items but had not found the Qianqiu Group’s secret documents or the latest samples.

He turned around, looked at the girls, and said indifferently, "All of you leave now, or else soon you won’t be able to even if you want to."

"Hm?"

Only then did the girls raise their heads, their faces filled with fear as they got up, took the money given by Long Qie and Titan, and left, looking back every three steps.

The basement finally became quiet.

Xiao Zheng, looking at the items worth hundreds of millions, waved his hand at Long Qie and Titan.

"Beauty and greed are the original sins of all evil! Burn it all!"

After speaking, he turned and left, heading straight down the mountain.

Long Qie and Titan spread gasoline all over the basement and the Taoist temple, placing flammable materials everywhere.

In an instant, the area was engulfed in a sea of fire, blazing red.

...

The night wind carried a mournful cry, like the wail of ghosts.

In the small woods a mile away from Yunlan Villa, figures flickered—these were the members of the Extreme Thief team led by Qin Wuya.

Those gathered here were the hope of the future for the thieves, the cream of the young crop.

Qin Wuya stood tall in his red clothes, his hair fluttering in the evening breeze, his face as beautiful as a woman’s. Even his lips were blood red, inviting and sinister, and his eyes, though smiling, held a cold sneer.

By the light of the moon, he gazed at Yunlan Villa, then chuckled maliciously, "It’s a pity about those two beauties, the Misses."

His voice had a charming and gentle eeriness.

A young martial artist bowed and said obsequiously, "Young Master, aren’t you always seeking the tears of beautiful virgins? Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran are virgins!"

"Sigh!"

Qin Wuya sighed, coughed twice, then looked at his handkerchief, which was now stained with blossoms of plum flowers.

"I seek a lover’s tears. It’s essential they are beautiful virgins, but they must also shed tears for love!"

It could be seen that his lips had been stained red again—not with lipstick, but with fresh blood.

"Young Master, it’s said that Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran both adore Xiao Zheng. If you let them go, they will surely cry out of heartbreak," another young martial artist said with a sycophantic smile.

Qin Wuya nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and waved his hand, "You have five minutes."

"Young Master, just watch us!"

His followers all bowed, smiling ingratiatingly before turning to leave.

Just then, with a roaring sound, two Cayennes skidded sharply to a halt, blocking the path of the thieves’ experts.

The car doors opened, and members of Ten Killings emerged, their expressions grim, and approached, exuding an intense aura of killing intent.

"Sky Net’s Ten Killings are here; who dares to commit a folly?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Qin Wuya looked at the threatening Ten Killings, smiled sinisterly, and coughed up more blood.

"In all of Huaxia, even if Zhu Chanji himself came in person, he couldn’t stop my Extreme Thief team. Neither can you!"

"Young Master, what are they but ten lowly lackeys? Kill them and be done with it!"

The subordinates of the Thief Sect were filled with righteous indignation, bellowing furiously as they clashed with Ten Killings, their weapons strange and peculiar.

They each held a short stick, pitch black and devoid of any color.

"Tsch!"

"Brothers, stop them!"

Ten Killings drew their combat swords, and under the lead of TW-2, collided fiercely with the expert thieves of the Thief Sect.

"Bang bang clang clang..."

The fierce battle began, with fifteen expert thieves from the Thief Sect fighting against Ten Killings.

Exceptionally brave and fearless, Ten Killings immediately caused casualties upon engaging in battle, their ferocity unmatched.

Not far away.

Qin Wuya pinched his chin with interest, licking the fresh blood on his lips as a glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

"Transform, from one to two!"

"Yes, Master!" The expert thieves of the Thief Sect responded in unison, their hands starting to move.

What is that?

Ten Killings was somewhat stunned, only to see the short sticks in the hands of the expert thieves suddenly split into two, connected by a chain in the middle, instantly transforming into nunchaku.

"Be cautious in combat!"

TW-2 hurriedly yelled out, being the one with extraordinary intelligence among Ten Killings, he realized the gravity of the situation.

The rise of the nunchaku only had a history of a few decades, invented by Bruce Lee; when used in combination with Jiequan Dao, its power was astonishing.

Moreover, he also realized that the strength of these expert thieves barely peaked at the level of top-notch masters, obviously inferior to their own side.

However, using nunchaku changed the game, as this stick technique was versatile and adaptive both in attack and defense, capable of indirect strikes and using the force of the opponent, embodying the strategic concept of using softness to overcome hardness found in Taichi.

If one’s strength was lacking, weapons could compensate; thus, group combat was not just about individual bravery, but a comprehensive consideration of all aspects.

Ten Killings all took a breath, forming a circular formation, rotating and killing their enemies, undaunted by the nunchaku.

"Brothers, pair up, divide and conquer!" TW-2 made a tactical adjustment, prioritizing killing the enemy’s living forces.

"Swoosh swoosh!"

Ten Killings executed the plan with precision, splitting into five groups, two in each group, one focusing on defense while the other wholly devoted to killing the enemy; this required absolute trust in one’s comrade.

All ten of them had been through thousands of battles alongside the Evil God and possessed two hundred percent trust in their life-and-death brothers, so at that moment, the defenders were as stable as Taishan, while the attackers were like Killing Gods.

"Bang bang!"

"Puff puff!"

Indeed, TW-2’s idea was correct, this clever change in tactic elevated their strength, and in an instant, they achieved gratifying results.

Several of the Thief Sect’s expert thieves were dead or injured; now it was ten against ten.

Qin Wuya finally lost his composure, his pupils constricting sharply, unable to accept such a rate of casualties.

The young individuals he brought were not only his core force, with highly skilled martial arts, but they also represented the hope of the Thief Sect; moreover, many of them were descendants of the Elders, of noble status.

More importantly, these individuals were Extreme Thieves, a new generation of thieves trained by Qin Wuya over the years, adept with the internet, firearms, and various equipment. It would be a shame for them to perish here.

Every Extreme Thief had reached the pinnacle of first-class masters, capable of utterly overwhelming numerous military champions.

Yet here they faced a crisis. Could it be that these Ten Killings were all Innate Masters?

The so-called Innate Masters were fundamentally different in strength from third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate masters; they had nurtured Gang Yuan within their Dantian, and possessing Gang Yuan allowed them to produce Gang Qi, a great asset for sustained combat.

Martial Artists’ realms are divided into six major levels.

These are the third-rate master, second-rate master, first-rate master, Innate Master, Great Grandmaster, and Martial Saint!

Each realm is further divided into early, middle, and peak stages.