Stronger with Crimson Modifier-Chapter 79: Do All Black Blood Species Deserve to Die?

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Do All Black Blood Species Deserve to Die?

Chen Fan wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

After her transformation, her speed was incredible. In just a few steps, the woman named Ah Ling was less than two meters from Hu Qi.

Her eyes now glowed with a greedy, bloodthirsty red light, and her jagged, saw-like teeth were bared in a grin that almost reached her ears.

Seeing this, Hu Qi’s expression remained calm.

He turned his body slightly and raised his right hand.

A flash of his blade cut through the night, followed by a piercing shriek.

Blood sprayed through the air.

Ah Ling’s figure shot backward, barely dodging another flash from the blade.

One of her hands had been severed. The exposed bone and flesh looked horrifying in the darkness.

"Ah Ling!"

Seeing this, Chen Fan started to charge forward.

But a figure blocked his path—it was Xie Fei.

"Your opponent is me."

He adjusted his glasses. He was wearing a pair of dark-gold gloves that looked as if they were woven from silk.

"Who are you people? Why are you trying to hurt us?"

Chen Fan panted, a red glint flashing in his eyes as his face twisted into a savage expression.

Xie Fei paid him no mind.

He circulated his Qi and Blood, then stomped hard on the ground. The powerful reactive force launched him in front of the man in an instant. As he raised his hand, the muscles in his arm bulged.

He threw a punch straight at the man’s face, the force of it stirring the air.

"AARGH! You forced my hand!"

A savage look flashed across Chen Fan’s face as he seemed to sense the threat of death.

His body swelled rapidly as if being inflated, transforming into a two-meter-tall monster with deathly pale skin. He thrust out an arm lined with sharp claws.

The claws clashed with the gloves, producing a dull THUD and sending a few sparks flying.

...

Nearby,

Hu Qi faced Ah Ling, completely at ease.

This Blood Slave before him, while possessing a physique far beyond that of an ordinary person due to being a Black Blood Species, had almost zero combat experience.

Against a normal person, killing them would have been child’s play.

Unfortunately for her, she was facing Hu Qi.

Hu Qi was not only a Secret Martial Artist who had reached the Qi Blood Third Transformation, but he had also mastered nearly ten different Perfection Fighting Techniques.

Against her attacks, Hu Qi simply flickered his body to evade them with ease.

At the same time, he swung his saber, leaving several wounds on her body that were deep enough to expose bone.

The constant loss of blood made Ah Ling’s expression grow even more frantic.

Hu Qi, however, just frowned slightly.

’Weak. Too weak. How can something so weak deserve to live in this world?’

This thing was far too weak. It couldn’t give him even a sliver of danger, let alone help him comprehend any killing intent.

At this thought, the flashes of his blade became faster, sharper.

Although his Ghost Slaying Saber technique was still Uninitiated, the sheer power of his swings, backed by the formidable physique of the Qi Blood Third Transformation, was enough to cleave an adult in two.

Blades flashed and blood sprayed.

Hu Qi had several chances to kill her, but each time, he only used his saber to open another gash on her body.

Meanwhile, Ah Ling’s blade-like claws scraped against Hu Qi, but due to his Cloud Iron Body, they only left a few faint scratches.

Aside from a faint stinging sensation, they couldn’t even break his skin.

SQUELCH.

Blood sprayed.

Ah Ling’s body was covered in wounds of all sizes. She looked like a tattered sack, a truly pathetic sight.

With so much blood lost, she could no longer stand and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at Hu Qi and his blood-stained long saber, the savage expression on her face vanished, and she reverted to her human form.

Her voice was weak as she began to beg for her life.

"Ah... please... don’t kill me... I..."

Before she could finish her sentence,

a flash of a blade tore through the night.

SPLAT!

Red and white matter sprayed out.

Ah Ling’s pleas were cut short.

Looking closely, the head that once had cute twin pigtails was now missing its top half.

The remaining half of her skull hung loosely, creating a grotesquely twisted and horrifying sight.

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, dyeing her ruined face and the ground around her red.

What was left of her face twitched in extreme agony, muscles contorting unnaturally.

Her one remaining eye was wide open, bloodshot and filled with terror, staring fixedly at the blade-wielding figure before her.

Then, her consciousness plunged into eternal darkness.

THUMP!

The corpse fell to the ground, motionless.

Hu Qi scanned his surroundings.

All was silent.

Since one had chased and the other fled, they had put some distance between themselves and Xie Fei.

Only the silent, gray-white tombstones stood around them.

He glanced at the corpse, from which dark red blood was still gurgling.

Hu Qi took a bottle-like object from his pocket, opened the lid, and actually crouched down to collect the blood flowing from the female corpse’s wound.

The bottle wasn’t large and filled up quickly.

Hu Qi stood up and walked toward the sounds coming from the distance.

「A short while later.」

He arrived back at the spot where they first encountered the two Blood Slaves.

By the time he got there, the commotion had died down. The fight was over.

As expected,

Xie Fei had easily dealt with his opponent.

Normally, any encountered Black Blood Species were to be killed on sight.

As for why they didn’t interrogate them to find the Black Blood Species behind them, it was because the absolute control a Black Blood Species had over its converted Blood Slaves made it impossible.

What surprised Hu Qi, however, was that Xie Fei hadn’t killed him.

Right now, Chen Fan was on all fours on the ground, his arms twisted at unnatural angles.

Xie Fei stood to the side, his expression uncertain.

He must have heard the footsteps, as he turned his head to look.

Seeing Hu Qi approach with his blood-stained long saber, he couldn’t help but ask,

"Did she get away? Well, that’s normal. At least we caught—"

"I killed her."

Hu Qi cut him off.

His gaze fell on the man kneeling on the ground.

"Why are you keeping him alive?"

But when Xie Fei heard Hu Qi’s question, he didn’t answer right away. Instead, he asked with a complicated expression,

"Hu Qi, tell me... do all the Black Blood Species in the world really deserve to die?"

"Are you out of your mind? If they don’t deserve to die, then do we?"

Hu Qi gave him a strange look, as if he were looking at an idiot.

He’d thought Xie Fei was a smart man, but he never expected him to ask such a stupid question.

"B-but they’ve never attacked living people. They only eat corpses. They’re just trying to survive."

Xie Fei’s expression faltered, and he seemed conflicted, as if he’d been talked into a stupor.

"Why? We never eat living people! We just scavenge corpses to eat! We’re just trying to survive! Why must you hunt us to extinction?"

Suddenly, a choked, roaring voice cried out.

Chen Fan, still kneeling on the ground, now threw his head back, two streams of bloody tears running down his face.

His face was savage, and a palpable sense of danger began to radiate from him.

Seeing this, Xie Fei, who was standing beside him, seemed to realize something, and his face changed drastically.