Jinyiwei: Starting by Killing a Traitorous Superior – Chapter 2

Ch 2: Iron Head Skill? I Specialize in Beating Iron Heads

“How fast!”

Demonic Monk Jueming and Li Chengqi exclaimed almost simultaneously. They only felt a blur before their eyes, as if a residual image flashed past. When they opened their eyes again, Jiang Chen had already appeared before them like a ghost. The speed was simply beyond their imagination.

Jiang Chen’s eyes flickered with icy coldness, as if capable of freezing everything. His figure was as steady as a rock, yet as agile as the wind. Every movement revealed an unspeakable power.

“Die!”

Jiang Chen shouted coldly, his voice filled with unquestionable killing intent. His right fist suddenly lashed out, carrying an overwhelming force as it smashed fiercely towards Demonic Monk Jueming’s head.

That fist seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Jue Ming cultivated Shaolin’s Iron Shirt Skill, an extremely rare hard skill that required enduring unimaginable pain and hardship to develop a body of copper skin and iron bones.

Beneath his skin seemed to hide the strength of steel. Even sharp knives and swords could hardly leave a mark on his body.

Unless one could accurately find his weak point—the only weakness in his entire body—even metal weapons would find it difficult to break through his defense.

And the hardest part of Jue Ming’s body was his head.

Due to long-term practice of the Iron Shirt Skill, his skull seemed to have been tempered a thousand times, becoming exceptionally hard. Even under heavy blows, it was difficult to suffer substantial damage.

Therefore, when Jiang Chen’s palm struck with overwhelming force, Jue Ming did not choose to dodge at all.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his figure as stable as Mount Tai, as if completely unconcerned about the power of this attack.

In his heart, he was rapidly calculating how to counterattack in the next move, how to use the flaw in Jiang Chen’s attack to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

“Crack!”

A crisp and ear-piercing sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out in the air, the sound seeming to come from the depths of h*ll, carrying endless chill.

Immediately afterwards, Jue Ming’s head actually burst open right before Li Chengqi’s eyes, as if torn apart from the middle by an invisible force, revealing the b*oody scene inside.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze.

Li Chengqi widened his eyes, watching this scene in horror, his heart filled with unspeakable fear.

Jue Ming’s body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair, as if at this moment, he truly realized the approach of death.

His head caved in, as if it had been smashed hard by something heavy. Fresh red blood flowed continuously from his seven orifices, staining his face in a mess.

The blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

Jue Ming’s body slowly stopped after hitting the wall. He collapsed to the ground, no longer making any movement.

His death was extremely tragic, making it unbearable to look at directly.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and obtaining the reward Eye of Detection.”

“From now on, the host can use the Eye of Detection to view the Sin Points on everyone. The more Sin Points the enemy has, the more Sin Points the host can obtain from them. Sin Points can be used to upgrade the host’s cultivation methods, and can also be used for lottery draws. The more Sin Points spent, the richer the rewards will be.”

After receiving the System’s prompt, Jiang Chen only felt a heat in his eyes.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, a black number had appeared above everyone’s head.

And the number above Li Chengqi’s head in front of him was as high as 132 points.

Li Chengqi, who had just been full of enthusiasm and planned to join forces with Demonic Monk Jueming to deal with Jiang Chen, was instantly swallowed by fear after witnessing Jue Ming’s tragic death.

His feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move a step. He just stared incredulously at the lifeless body of the Demonic Monk, his eyes full of fear.

“No… impossible!”

Li Chengqi muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly.

He could not accept the reality before him. Jue Ming, who had once been like a copper wall and iron barrier in his eyes, had fallen into Jiang Chen’s hands without any warning.

Fear spread rapidly throughout his body like a plague. Li Chengqi’s mind was blank, with only one thought constantly swirling around.

“Escape!”

He had to escape this terrifying place, away from this terrible man.

So, he turned abruptly and rushed towards the door, desperately, as if as long as he escaped from here, he could get rid of the ever-present shadow of death.

However, Jiang Chen’s voice pierced his eardrums like a cold sword: “Hmph! Want to escape?”

As he spoke, Jiang Chen’s movements were as fast as lightning. He casually picked up a chopstick from the table, and with a flick of his wrist, the seemingly inconspicuous chopstick shot towards Li Chengqi like an arrow leaving the string, carrying a whistling sound.

Li Chengqi only had time to let out a terrified scream before feeling a sharp pain in his knee joint.

The chopstick, like a precise sniper bullet, directly pierced his knee, causing him to lose his balance and fall headlong to the ground.

Pain and fear intertwined, causing Li Chengqi to almost faint.

He lay on the ground, clutching tightly at the wound on his knee, blood constantly seeping from between his fingers, staining his hands and clothes red.

Jiang Chen slowly walked up to him, looking down at him condescendingly, his eyes full of indifference and disdain: “Do you think you can escape?”

Li Chengqi trembled, unable to say a word. He could only stare helplessly, watching Jiang Chen approach step by step.

“No, don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!” Li Chengqi lay on the ground, clutching his injured knee tightly with both hands, his voice filled with endless fear and despair. Blood flowed continuously from his wound, staining his hands and clothes red, and a pungent smell of blood filled the air. The force of Jiang Chen’s attack was so great that it almost crippled one of his legs, and the pain almost made him faint.

Jiang Chen slowly walked up to him, squatted down, and stared at him intently.

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if stating a simple fact: “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you, as long as you give me the evidence of your collusion with Jue Ming, I will let you go.”

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope flashed in Li Chengqi’s eyes. He looked up at Jiang Chen and asked in a trembling voice, “You… you really won’t kill me?”

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, his expression extremely sincere, as if comforting a frightened child: “Of course, I keep my word. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I will not only not kill you, but also help you heal your wounds and let you stand up again.”

However, although Jiang Chen’s words sounded so sincere, a cold killing intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

This look was fleeting, but it was enough for Li Chengqi to feel a chill from the depths of his soul.