I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 56 - 52: Blood-Soaked Long Street, Night Wind’s Song (Part 1)
Jiang Taicang didn’t dare to look any further, and immediately sprinted away, but how could Shen Lang let him go? He immediately made big strides to chase after him, and the two began a chase through the Jiang Mansion.
Wherever they passed, Jiang Taicang saw scattered corpses, clearly, Shen Lang had massacred many of the Jiang Mansion’s servants before he came for him.
"Help! Help!"
Given the current situation, relying solely on himself was obviously not enough to contend with Shen Lang. Jiang Taicang hurriedly shouted as he ran.
The Jiang Mansion was already in chaos because Shen Lang had killed many servants carrying lanterns, and now with this happening, it truly was chaos upon chaos, like pouring oil on the fire.
In response to Jiang Taicang’s shouts, a group of Hospital Guards quickly rushed over from a distance.
As soon as Jiang Taicang saw this group, he immediately hid among them, "Quick, kill that monster."
Having said that, he threw down this remark and immediately fled into the distance.
Jiang Taicang, having exchanged a couple of moves with Shen Lang, had roughly gauged that his strength was certainly not something a group of Hospital Guards could handle. He said this only to have them delay Shen Lang for a while so that he could escape.
Though Jiang Taicang usually didn’t have much presence in the Jiang Mansion, he was, after all, the seventh young master of the Jiang family. The Hospital Guards could not disobey his orders; even if Shen Lang’s appearance was chilling, they had to confront him without hesitation.
Because guarding the Jiang Mansion was their duty.
"Attack!" shouted the leading Hospital Guard.
Immediately, all the Hospital Guards drew their blades and surrounded Shen Lang.
...
Qin Yuesheng did not know how late he had slept, but suddenly heard a commotion outside, awakening him from his slumber.
"What’s happening?" Qin Yuesheng picked up the Evil-Subduing Saber, walked to the door, and opening it, saw the night sky in the distance lit up by flames, not knowing which part of the city was on fire.
"Young master, why are you awake?" the night-watching maid said hurriedly.
"What’s going on, where is the fire?" Qin Yuesheng asked, leaning against the door frame.
"It seems to be in the direction of the Jiang Mansion."
"The Jiang Mansion?" Qin Yuesheng murmured to himself: "This fire is quite big."
The fire at the Jiang Mansion rose several zhang high, turning the pavilions, towers, flowers, and trees into fuel for the flames. If a heavy rain didn’t fall, it was unlikely the fire would be extinguished soon.
"Young master," Cao Zhengchun hurriedly ran in from outside the courtyard, "The Jiang Mansion has been exterminated, and now the city patrol officers and the Martial Artist patrol team have all rushed there. It seems the perpetrator of the murder cases from the past days is there right now."
"Appeared?" Qin Yuesheng was surprised.
He was quite interested in the recent mass murders. After all, if such a crazed killer continued to lurk in Cyan Yang City, no one would feel at ease. Qin Yuesheng wasn’t worried, but the problem was that the Qin Mansion was mostly ordinary people. If that person sneaked in and assassinated, the Qin Mansion might suffer heavy losses.
The Qin Mansion quickly went into high alert, with numerous Hospital Guards patrolling everywhere. Under the direction of Qin Feng, they searched every corner repeatedly, afraid of any intruder hiding within the Qin Mansion.
In the sight of the servants, Qin Yuesheng leaped up effortlessly onto the roof, standing on the roof beam to observe the flames in the direction of the Jiang Mansion.
The fire was indeed astonishing, with dazzling flames visible from afar, illuminating half of the sky.
On the roof, the cool breeze blew Qin Yuesheng’s robe, making its hem flutter up and down.
Just as Qin Yuesheng was acting as a bystander, he suddenly saw a figure swiftly passing over the rooftops to the east. Judging by the figure, it seemed to be a child.
Before Qin Yuesheng could take a closer look, the person leapt from the eaves and disappeared from his sight.
"This person came from the direction of the Jiang Mansion..." Qin Yuesheng muttered, then quickly left the Qin Mansion using the Swift Horse Leaping Swallow technique, heading toward the Jiang Mansion.
...
"Roar!"
Sharp claws pierced into a Hospital Guard’s body, tearing him in half in an instant.
Because of these people’s obstruction, Jiang Taicang’s trail became hard to follow again, which made Shen Lang very angry. Thus he vented all his fury on every living thing he could see at that moment.
No one in the Jiang Mansion was spared; all died tragically at Shen Lang’s hands.
The officials who rushed in from the front gate saw Shen Lang standing amidst the heap of corpses as soon as they entered the courtyard.
At that moment, he was drenched in blood, like a man made of blood.
It was very clear who the killer was; it was indeed... 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
The monster standing before them.
The officials all drew their blades, staring heavily at Shen Lang.
For several days, no fewer than a hundred people had died at the hands of this monster, with no survivors. This was a heavy blow to Cyan Yang City, and as long as this culprit remained uncaptured, the people would not find peace.
Shen Lang threw aside the remains in his hand, immediately pouncing at an officer. He charged aggressively, and although the officer quickly swung his blade, it had no effect, as if he was striking a stone. Shen Lang’s skin remained unscathed, while the officer was knocked high into the air, slamming into a wall several zhang away, exploding into a burst of blood, and died instantly.
Seeing that his subordinates couldn’t withstand even a single move, the Night Patrol team captain Wei Zongze slightly frowned. As a martial artist skilled in external refining, he deeply understood the difference it makes. Martial skills are used to hone your enemy-defeating techniques, while external refining turns your body into a suit of armor.
This patrol team was newly formed by Xun Sheng, and every member possesses external refining strength, at least skin training, far surpassing ordinary martial artists.
Yet, such a member was instantly killed by the monster, indicating how dangerous it was. Even an external refining martial artist couldn’t guarantee they could handle it.
"Use the bullhide rope, aim for capture, not kill," Wei Zongze coldly ordered.
The bullhide rope is a standard tool issued by the Great Tang’s magistrate office. Every official on duty carries one.
The rope is half a zhang long, crafted by weaving bullhide, with iron clasps at both ends. It binds a person immobile once wrapped around, unless they possess the strength of a thousand catties.
Several officials swiftly drew the bullhide ropes from their belts. In the magistrate office, these ropes are also called ’Spiderwebs,’ meaning once entangled, there’s no escape.
Shen Lang didn’t care for details, swung his fist again at another person.
Bam!
The person had no chance to react; Shen Lang’s punch was swift and fierce, hitting the face directly, leaving it collapsed inward, life or death unknown.
Seeing two people fall consecutively to Shen Lang, Wei Zongze grew more serious, stepping forward to attract Shen Lang’s attention, hoping to focus his spirit on him.
It was no coincidence that Wei Zongze was chosen by Xun Sheng to lead the patrol team; he was at the stage of external refining close to Great Perfection, naturally formidable.
Wei Zongze approached Shen Lang, his bullhide rope swinging like a whip, lashing Shen Lang’s calf and wrapping it tightly after several spins.
But just as Wei Zongze prepared to pull with force, intending to topple Shen Lang to the ground, something astonishing occurred.
Shen Lang’s leg stood firm like a mountain, unmoving no matter how hard Wei Zongze pulled.
With no other options, Wei Zongze had to instantly change tactics, successfully drawing Shen Lang’s attention. As hoped, Shen Lang focused solely on him, then sprinted over at high speed.
Wei Zongze knew this monster possessed immense strength, unsuited to risk his body. He quickly shifted his steps using his lightweight skill, evading Shen Lang’s attack.
Celestial Demon-turned Shen Lang used no techniques, just punches and kicks like a street brawler.
Yet, no one could ignore Shen Lang’s fists, akin to deadly iron fists.
Wei Zongze dodged several punches. Shen Lang suddenly changed his move, sweeping in with a whip-like kick.
Before the leg arrived, the gust already did.
Wei Zongze’s heart trembled, knowing he couldn’t dodge it, and drew his blade in defense.
But the government-issued saber, simply wrought iron, couldn’t withstand Shen Lang’s kick.
The iron blade snapped in an instant, the mighty force continuing toward Wei Zongze.
Wei Zongze raised both hands, positioning his palms against Shen Lang’s knee.
Bam!!!
A tremendous force surged; Wei Zongze was uprooted, stumbling back seven steps, grinding two dents into the ground before friction finally stopped him.
Even so, Wei Zongze was in poor shape; his arms trembled, palms numb, his tiger’s mouth torn from the impact, bleeding onto the ground.
"This power... definitely exceeds that of a horse!" Wei Zongze said, trembling with his hands in shock.
Seeing Shen Lang attack again, Wei Zongze was out of options. His legs, impacted by the earlier blow, were difficult to raise.
Just at this critical moment, a cold light descended from above, a saber striking Shen Lang’s shoulder.
Splurt!
The blade embedded deep in the shoulder, unable to sever the arm, stuck firm by the bone.
Wei Zongze looked up to see a youth, seemingly having just crawled out of bed, it was Qin Yuesheng, there to watch the commotion.
The Evil-Subduing Saber failing to sever the monster’s arm surprised Qin Yuesheng, as his saber was usually effective against ghostly and strange beings, yet now had no effect.
Seeing Shen Lang’s hands approaching, Qin Yuesheng advanced instead of retreating, launching left and right tiger-shaped cannon punches to compare strength with the monster.
"No!" Wei Zongze hurriedly shouted in warning.
But it was too late; before his eyes, Qin Yuesheng’s fists and Shen Lang’s palms collided heavily.
Wei Zongze looked on with regret, absolutely not believing the youth who had dropped from the sky could contend with Shen Lang.
However, upon contact, things took an unexpected turn.
Shen Lang’s arms resounded with cracks, his left arm joint twisting into a bizarre curve as his body stumbled backward uncontrollably.
In contrast, Qin Yuesheng remained calm, unmoving, completely overpowering Shen Lang’s strength in this round.
Bam!
Qin Yuesheng leapt forward, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, swiftly reaching Shen Lang. He pulled back the Evil-Subduing Saber, launching a barrage of blade slashes, each one striking Shen Lang’s chest, carving a series of crisscrossed scars.
