You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 637 - 283: Don’t Come Any Closer! (3)

Bright red blood splattered, stark white bones were exposed, and the entrails sizzled with smoke. Under the erosion of the Sword Evil, Fabio’s self-healing ability no longer worked.

"Ah!!!"

Fabio died in agony, screaming and wailing. This powerful Silver-Level Blood Race Count thus became yet another soul claimed by Ye Qingzhou’s sword.

Then, Ye Qingzhou doubled back to finish off Felix, who was too severely injured to escape.

After Felix’s death, the Aquila’s Star God Armor also vanished, draining all the vitality from his body.

"Star God Armor... No matter how you look at it, this thing’s really sinister. Is it treating Europe’s martial artists like chives?"

Ye Qingzhou couldn’t help but hold his chin in thought.

The Star God Armor could grant martial artists immense power but at the cost of their essence, qi, and spirit. It’s like taking a loan to buy a house — by the time you finish repaying it, you’re almost dead, and someone else takes the house.

"As expected of the capitalist nations, such a martial arts cultivation is too Hayekian."

Ye Qingzhou shook his head and sighed, thinking Europe’s martial development was utterly skewed.

"Save... save me..."

"Almost forgot, the hostage is still buried in the rubble."

Rummaging through a pile of debris, Ye Qingzhou dug out the not-quite-dead "Human Pig" Arno: "Didn’t expect you to still be alive."

Arno remained silent at these words.

All those who came to rescue him were dead, yet he, the hostage, was still alive. This outcome was unexpected to him and left him feeling helpless.

Ye Qingzhou grabbed Arno by the hair, as if lifting a piece of cargo: "Where are the strong members of your Louis family? Why did they only send a Silver-Level?"

Arno continued to remain silent, though his defenses had long been broken internally.

The Louis Family was a prestigious house in Europe, let alone Silver-Level strong individuals; they even had a Golden-Level expert, who was Arno’s great-grandfather, once a noble of the Falan Royal Family.

But the issue was during the last encirclement against Zhang Xinwu, half of Europe’s Golden-Level Martial Saint strong persons died, including Arno’s great-grandfather.

The Silver-Level strong individuals also suffered, with five of them dying. Now, the entire family was actually extremely weak, having an outward show of strength but inwardly fragile, which is why Ye Qingzhou succeeded so easily back then.

Arno complained bitterly in his heart: ’When will the official rescue finally come?’

Even though he had undergone bloodline transformation experiments, gaining a powerful physique similar to the Blood Race, if Ye Qingzhou kept toying with him, his life might not be preserved.

Just as Arno was filled with melancholy, two figures suddenly ran over from the street corner.

"Who are you?!"

"Put down the hostage in your hand! Otherwise, I’ll shoot!"

The noise from the previous battle was extremely loud, even sounding like a car explosion.

After all, the Fashion Capital was Falan’s capital, a first-rate city in Europe, with dedicated law enforcement agencies.

As it happened, two patrolling officers heard the noise and approached. They wore blue uniforms and held small police pistols.

Their caliber was .55, still reasonably powerful.

But to Ye Qingzhou, such things were as feeble as squirt guns, so he simply ignored them.

At this time, the night was deep.

On the street, the black streetlamps cast a halo of light, making the view exceptionally hazy.

The two officers could vaguely make out a tall figure, holding another person up in an extremely brutal manner, and the victim had actually had his limbs cut off.

"Hey, didn’t you hear me tell you to put the person down?!"

Speaking anxiously, the two officers cautiously approached.

But the distant shadow remained unresponsive, like a harshly frozen statue, with only the person in his hand struggling continuously.

"Alphonse, I think something’s wrong here..."

The slightly taller officer spoke with a trembling voice, his knees starting to buckle as he took in the scene around.

As they drew closer, aided by the dim streetlights, they quickly saw the devastation of the street.

The road was severely damaged, full of countless pits; the small ones left footprints, while the larger ones were meters in diameter, as if bombarded by shells.

The nearby buildings hadn’t been spared either; fences had collapsed, while sword marks and claw imprints crisscrossed the ground, with broken bricks strewn haphazardly in corners.

There were even two damaged cars, along with at least a dozen corpses and various firearms dropped beside them.

"This place witnessed a battle of the strong!"

The two officers immediately realized something significant and, without hesitation, fired at the figure twenty meters away.

That movie-style warning method doesn’t exist in reality’s Europe — here, it’s all about striking first!

Bang~ bang~ bang~

Bullets flew head-on but were casually deflected by Ye Qingzhou like swatting flies. Soon, brass bullet heads clanged and fell before him, covering the ground.

Ye Qingzhou said impatiently, "Put away your squirt guns, indiscriminately shooting at strangers is quite impolite."

"You... you... don’t come any closer!"

Both officers drew a sharp breath and then retreated shakily, only realizing after several seconds that they’d run out of bullets. They hastily fumbled with trembling hands to reload their magazines.

For those ignoring warnings, Ye Qingzhou showed no mercy — with a backhanded swing of his sword, suddenly, the whole world fell silent.

"What do you really want?"

Arno looked helplessly at Ye Qingzhou: "If you want to rescue people, shouldn’t you be targeting the Red Moon Order?"

"How do you know I’m not targeting them?"

Ye Qingzhou replied with a cold laugh: "Keeping you alive is to draw the attention of the Fashion Capital’s law enforcement, ensuring their focus remains on rescuing you. This way, when I make my move on the Red Moon Order, I won’t have to hold back."