My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome
Chapter 513 - 512 The Three Knives

Chapter 513: Chapter 512 The Three Knives

The dimly lit training hall hummed with the tireless spinning of two ventilation fans.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps of the fan blades, casting ever-changing patterns of shadow and light against the snow-white walls.

The expressions of the students inside the room as they watched the two figures standing back-to-back on the sparring platform were as if they’d eaten shit—The reversal that had just occurred was so swift that even now they couldn’t quite grasp what had happened.

Standing behind Tan Yingwei, Shao Zifeng gasped for breath, sweat continually sliding down his cheeks. That last slash, unleashed with all his might, had drained the last of his strength, and now his right hand, which held the knife, trembled slightly, as if the blade weighed a ton.

Plip!

A crimson Blood Bead slipped from the quivering knife’s point, splashing a crystalline spray of blood on the platform.

The spectating students, upon seeing the blood splatter, snapped to attention, their expressions suddenly panicked.

"He’s injured, Brother Tan’s injured."

"Quick, quick, what are you howling for, hurry and get the gauze and antiseptic."

"How bad is the injury, do we need to call an ambulance?"

The clamor broke out, and Shao Zifeng sprang back to life as if jolted by an electric shock. He hurriedly turned to look, only to see Tan Yingwei’s ribcage already stained with a wide patch of fresh blood that continued to spread.

The surrounding students and retired soldiers scrambled onto the platform in a flurry, and as Shao Zifeng moved a few steps forward to assist, he was pushed aside.

"Wait!"

At that moment, Tan Yingwei suddenly waved his hand to halt everyone. He lowered his head, staring blankly at the blood by his ribs and used his rough hand to wipe away the blood from the wound.

However, the blood flowed far faster than he could wipe it away, fresh droplets surging out as soon as he cleared them.

The yellow and white floor of the platform was quickly speckled with blood.

As blood flowed more profusely, Tan Yingwei kept wiping, and those around him were nearly driven frantic.

"Tan Zi, let us treat your wound first."

"Yeah, Brother Tan, what are you doing?"

"If you keep bleeding like this, you’ll be dead."

"Nobody move, what’s with all the fuss over such a small matter, keep calm," Tan Yingwei waved his hand to stop them again. Seeing the blood wasn’t stopping, he pressed his finger against the wound and searched for something, muttering to himself as he did, "1, 2, 3."

By this time, the oozing blood had dyed his work pants a dark green, but he counted again, oblivious to the change.

His eyes grew brighter, and his gaze moved over the crowd to land on Shao Zifeng’s face. He cracked a big, toothy grin, "Heh heh, kid, it worked!"

"What worked?" Shao Zifeng, distracted by his ashen face, didn’t catch on immediately.

"Swift cuts!" Tan Yingwei, ecstatic, pushed through the crowd and hastened towards him, leaving glaring footprints at every step, "Three cuts, you landed three cuts on me just now, kid, it really worked! Hahaha!"

"Uh... maybe we can talk about that later, you should get your wound treated first." Shao Zifeng, looking at Tan Yingwei’s increasingly pale face, felt somewhat guilty.

"Nonsense, this little scratch is nothing. Back at Black Mountain... never mind that." Tan Yingwei’s face grew even paler as he turned sideways, proudly showing his wound to Shao Zifeng, "Count it, isn’t it three cuts? I told you that 38 grand was well spent, hahaha..."

"Li Tianwen wants to use you to give me a hard time, but in the end, he still got taught a lesson by me."

Shao Zifeng’s face darkened, and he withdrew the hand he had extended to help.

Hard time for you?

I don’t like to hear that, take it back!

Just then, Tan Yingwei, who was in the midst of laughter, suddenly shook his head, "Why am I feeling dizzy..."

Thump!

He hadn’t finished speaking when he collapsed onto the ground.

"Tan Zi!"

Everyone crowded around, clumsily lifting him to treat his wound.

Shao Zifeng sighed. His pupils flickered with a green glint, and wood elemental particles wafted around his slender fingers like a mist.

"Excuse me, let me heal him."

The student in front of him already had a grievance against Shao Zifeng for injuring others, and as he turned his head about to curse, his eyes met Shao Zifeng’s twinkling green ones.

After a slight hesitation, the student chose to follow his conscience and honestly stepped aside.

Seeing Shao Zifeng arrive, Tan Yingwei’s partner was about to speak with his eyes wide open, but he was attracted by the wooden elemental particles in his hand, and his face was filled with excitement, "Move aside, all of you, move aside."

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Shao Zifeng placed his hand on Tan Yingwei’s wound, and the lively wood elemental particles quickly began to heal it.

After the bleeding stopped, Shao Zifeng took the white gauze that someone passed to him and helped wipe the blood plasma around the wound.

"The bleeding has stopped, it really has stopped!"

"Never thought that Little Shao was still the ’Chosen One.’

"That’s an old saying from over a decade ago, I can’t believe you remember it."

Shao Zifeng didn’t pay attention to them, focusing intently on the wound beneath Tan Yingwei’s ribs, the spacing of the three cuts was about as thin as julienned potatoes...

Cough.

The three wounds weren’t the cause of significant bleeding, as each wound had slight tearing.

He subconsciously looked at his own machete.

It was full of nicks from chopping, coinciding exactly with the wounds being splayed open.

This had nothing to do with him; it was Tan Yingwei who had accidentally cut his own knife, thus indirectly injuring himself.

Round up to the nearest whole number, and he had injured himself.

Right.

Thinking of it that way, the slight guilt in his heart vanished in an instant.

...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

Shao Zifeng tilted his head back, as the shower rained down on him, washing over his body while he closed his eyes, recalling the slash he had just made.

Through his recent training, his sword-swinging speed had indeed improved significantly, such that even if he used a whale bone, he could make six or seven slashes within three seconds, but he had yet to utilize this in real combat.

The sensation of the blade’s edge instantly slicing through flesh was truly indescribable.

The capital was somewhat sultry in June, and after taking a cool shower, Shao Zifeng changed into his clothes.

When he came out of the changing room, he found that Tan Yingwei had already woken up, sitting in a chair in a grandiose manner.

Bare-chested, his shoulder was draped with a faded camo shirt, under the open camo shirt revealing an exaggerated pectoralis major, and his abdomen wrapped with a loop of gauze.

The training room was empty except for him.

Tan Yingwei pulled out a cigarette, gave Shao Zifeng a nod with his chin, "You leaving?"

"I don’t smoke."

He nodded, tossed the cigarette into his mouth, and with a skillful flick of his lighter, he lit it and took a deep drag, "Fight well in the upcoming competition, don’t disgrace our Trample Heaven Martial Arts Gym."

Shao Zifeng looked at him deeply, then turned and left.

"I will."

As he emerged from the small building, the driver’s car was already parked at the curb.

Shao Zifeng looked back one last time at the familiar sign.

Ding~

Just as he was about to get in the car, the message notification suddenly sounded.

"Captain, we’re almost at the capital, don’t forget to treat us to a big meal!!"

"PS: Thanks to ’The Way of Literature and Martial Arts - Love for a Lifetime’ for the 1500 reward, the upper limit will be lifted in a few days, and I am stockpiling manuscripts for a big release."