Chapter 1529: Sense of Discord
A sharp sound of air slashing passed by.
‘Jing’, while trying to evade, suddenly felt a pain in his knee.
Then, ‘Jing’s body involuntarily dropped to his knees.
Instinctively, ‘Jing’ wanted to stand up, but the pain in his knee made it impossible for him to exert any force.
At this moment, Jason swung his sword again—
Whoosh!
The gleam of the blade flashed, aiming straight for the throat.
No flashy moves.
Just speed.
"Ha!”‘Jing’ let out a loud shout.
Suddenly, ‘Jing’s body began to swell at an observable speed.
Originally kneeling, Jason’s short-handled Broad Blade Cleaver was aimed precisely at ‘Jing’s body, but as his body expanded, the blade could only reach the chest and abdomen.
Thud!
The blade sank into ‘Jing’s chest and abdomen.
Almost submerged entirely.
However, ‘Jing’ seemed to feel no pain, lifting hand as large as a fan, and swung it straight at Jason.
Wham!
Like swinging a massive hammer.
In a spine-chilling sound, the fan-like hand was dodged by Jason.
Not only did he dodge, but he also left a deep cut on the opponent’s arm.
Amidst flying flesh and blood, ‘Jing’ swung another hand.
Same as before.
Jason easily dodged again, delivering a counterattack.
Yet, Jason furrowed his brow.
The situation before him was not what he anticipated.
‘Jing’ undoubtedly mastered various secret techniques.
Including high-level secret techniques for body substitution.
But…
Why is ‘Jing’s fighting style so inexperienced?
No, it’s beyond inexperienced.
He’s completely a rookie!
With the same level of strength, it could even be a fatal challenge for ‘Jing’.
"Possessing considerable strength, yet lacking any real combat experience?”
Such thoughts arose in Jason’s mind.
Yet he shook his head inwardly.
He’s had limited contact with ‘Jing’.
But every time, it had left a lasting impression.
Could the opponent be a reckless person?
The answer is no.
If he’s not a reckless person, would he put himself in danger?
Or in other words, would someone with no combat experience appear here alone?
No matter how important the matter.
Only one person can know about it.
The answer is still no.
Because Jason knows clearly that a person like ‘Jing’ would definitely leave himself enough escape routes.
Because the opponent knows well that living is everything.
For someone without bounds, the above statement is the truth.
So…
What else could be a backup plan?
Jason pondered in his heart, while his hands kept moving.
Like a butcher dissecting an ox, slicing ‘Jing’ piece by piece.
‘Jing’ managed to silently deliver punches at first.
However, with the passage of time, this former ‘King of the Lower City District’ began to scream continuously.
And when only the skeleton remained of his arms, he shouted loudly—
"Stop!”
The sound was loud and filled with pain.
But Jason didn’t stop.
Instead, a blade swept across the opponent’s waist.
Thud!
Blood splattered, a gash of twenty centimeters appeared on ‘Jing’s waist and belly.
For ordinary people, such an injury would be fatal.
But for ‘Jing’, who has borrowed Neapolitan’s body, it’s merely a minor wound.
At this moment, ‘Jing’s height had exceeded three meters, with a solid body, muscles and fat fitting like layers of armor on ‘Jing’, just like now.
Inside the split blade wound, after spraying blood, the muscles started to wriggle.
Just simply ‘healed’ the wound.
Not only that, the fallen fleshes on the ground wriggled too, seemingly ready to return at any moment to the remaining bone-frame arm.
In the corner of Jason’s eye, he saw a flash.
Raised his hand and launched a cone-shaped flame.
The charred flesh immediately emitted a foul smell.
"Ahhh!”
"Stop!”
"Stop it!”
"Bastard!”
‘Jing’ issued even louder screams.
The cries were filled with curses.
Jason wouldn’t pause, the flames in his hand and the short-handled Broad Blade Cleaver swung continuously, just like slicing and roasting meat, quickly, ‘Jing’ was left with a skeleton. ꞦÂℕꝋ𝖇̧
When cone-shaped flames spurted out again.
‘Jing’ fell to the ground, unable to move.
Seemingly dead.
But Jason kept going, continuing to sear ‘Jing’s skeleton with the [Charles Burning Technique].
Master-level [Charles Burning Technique] spouting war machine-grade flames.
Rapidly, ‘Jing’s bones turned black and dry.
And after a dozen seconds, it turned to ashes.
Even the toughest skull was no exception.
Everything vanished with the wind, floating away without a trace.
Only the ‘food’ Jason intentionally left behind remained—what had been inside ‘Jing’s jacket pocket, was neatly sliced away along with a piece of flesh.
Now lying quietly not far away.
Yi!
Jason looked over, waving his hand.
A silver slash flew across.
The originally empty air, immediately rippled with waves.
"Ah!”
A cry of agony sounded.
A figure fell from the void.
Neapolitan.
To be precise, Neapolitan in a soul-like form.
At this time, Neapolitan had a blank expression, completely losing his senses.
Only obedience remained.
"Finish him.”
‘Jing’s voice resonated from Neapolitan’s soul, and immediately, Neapolitan roared.