Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1053 - 1052: Blood and Fire

The battle continued, whether it was Chu Ge and his few companions fighting on one front, or Su Yuanke hiding in the taxi, each harbored their own thoughts.How long could this guy maintain his berserk state? Once the berserk state ended, what changes would occur on his body?

Compared to others, Chu Ge remained fairly composed. Reason told him he should quickly end the fight and send these three guys to meet God or Buddha or something. Yet, a voice within him urged him to observe a bit longer, perhaps he might discover something unexpected.

"Perhaps... when they are exhausted, I'll be able to hypnotize them? At least from the mouth of someone hypnotized, I'm more likely to hear some truths. Or... maybe wait a bit longer?"

Chu Ge ultimately heeded the suggestion of that inner voice. He didn't fight with the intention of killing the opponent but for another reason, which even he hadn't realized.

The reason was this: His subconscious, or perhaps that innate warrior spirit, was subtly yearning for all three of these experts to go berserk, allowing him a more exhilarating battle and an opportunity to become more familiar with his body, which had undergone many changes after that bout of unconsciousness. Perhaps, through a life-and-death struggle with masters, he might discover something new.

With one opponent berserk, he could handle it with ease, but if all three went berserk, he would have to be on full alert.

He knew well enough that, had it been before his bout of unconsciousness, facing three experts of this level all berserk at once would certainly spell disaster. Even now, he couldn't be completely confident of defeating them without paying a price.

This is what a real battle is.

It didn't take long for Chu Ge's wish to come true. Another enemy, after gritting his teeth, also entered the berserk state. The only one yet to go berserk was the man who initially got off the car with a gun and exchanged some words with Chu Ge.

Chu Ge could afford the time; they could not. Since they were sent out by those above, they had to complete their task, or else the consequences might be something they dreaded to even consider.

Compared to the potential outcome that could befall them, perhaps... dying here in combat might be preferable.

With the second person going berserk, Chu Ge started to feel some pressure. At the same time, he once again sensed that inexplicably familiar feeling, which confused him immensely.

Even though the faces of the three enemies were obscured by smoke and couldn't be clearly seen, Chu Ge was certain he had never met them. Yet, how was he getting this feeling of familiarity?

Despite the fact this was definitely an issue worth exploring, now was clearly not the time to ponder it thoroughly.

Under the night sky, multiple Tang swords danced in the air, bright sword flashes shimmering constantly, the sounds of sword clashes ringing out, vibrating wails, and the whistles of blades slicing through the air filled the ears, mingling with the sounds of blades piercing flesh.

With the clashes among swords, spark after spark exploded incessantly, continuously illuminating those cold eyes, a spray of crimson blood blossomed like eerily sinister flowers in the night, blooming on the faces, bodies, and feet of the combatants.

Finally, during a contest of strength, "Number Ninety-Nine," the first to go berserk, revealed a barely noticeable flaw as his chest was struck by the hilt of Chu Ge's sword, followed by a kick, resulting in a momentary stumble.

Although "Number Ninety-Nine" stumbled just half a step, Chu Ge's eyes couldn't help but narrow!

Among experts, even the smallest flaw could be fatal. Chu Ge certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity. In an instant, he leaped, kicking both feet fiercely into the other two enemies, using their bodies like stepping stones, executing a forward somersault towards "Number Ninety-Nine's" back, and grasped the sword hilt with both hands, thrusting the Tang sword backward fiercely mid-air!

Thud!

Though "Number Ninety-Nine" tilted his head as much as possible upon hearing the ominous wind sound, Chu Ge's strike was too swift, and the tip of the sword mercilessly pierced his throat.

Roar!

"Number Ninety-Nine" widened his eyes as though oblivious to the pain, as though unaware his life had reached its end, emitting a hoarse roar akin to a dying beast, grasping the weapon that pierced through his neck with his left hand and furiously pulling it backward, while his right hand swung the Tang sword in his grasp fiercely towards Chu Ge's back.

"Number Ninety-Nine" intended for a good move, utilizing Chu Ge's disadvantage of being airborne with no foothold to execute his killing strike, but unfortunately... his opponent was Chu Ge, who anticipated he might do something like this at the moment of the attack.

Under normal circumstances, Chu Ge would indeed have difficulty leveraging in mid-air, but because "Number Ninety-Nine" had a body hardened from berserk transformation—where even vulnerable parts like the neck were incredibly resilient—this created the possibility.

Twisting his wrist rapidly and pressing down firmly, the Tang sword embedded in "Number Ninety-Nine's" neck transformed into a lever, leaving "Number Ninety-Nine" with two options: either being pulled down by this force or planting his feet firmly on the ground to make his desperate strike against Chu Ge.

"Number Ninety-Nine" of course opted for the latter, but unfortunately, he was still a step behind. His steadfast stance provided Chu Ge enough leverage; as he thrust the sword, Chu Ge abandoned the Tang sword in his hand, executing another backward somersault, landing once more in front of "Number Ninety-Nine."

"Number Ninety-Nine's" sword ultimately still missed Chu Ge's body by a fraction, the blade tip falling on empty space.

A drop of blood trickled down from the tip of the Tang sword that pierced through "Number Ninety-Nine's" throat, then formed a continuous line, unstoppable trickling down.

However, even so, "Number Ninety-Nine" didn't immediately collapse. He pulled out the knife from his neck, his body bathed in blood like a demon, wielding the knife with both hands as he struck at Chu Ge.

"Ahhhh!"

A roar suddenly erupted, and the man who first spoke to Chu Ge finally bit through the specially-made tooth containing the potion, entering a frenzy state.

The battle was completely white-hot, brutal, fierce, with no room for maneuver. Only two outcomes awaited everyone: death or survival.

Three minutes later.

"Thud"

The last enemy fell, the glint of swords had vanished, and the air was filled with the scent of blood.

Boom!

The burning Grand Cherokee erupted in a loud blast, becoming a massive fireball that illuminated the dark road, highlighting the sinister bright red on Chu Ge's face, body, and hands.

Scattered debris littered the ground, a gust of wind passed, the burning steering wheel rolled with the wind, intensifying the blaze of the Grand Cherokee, distorting the hot air.

The sound of flames being blown echoed like a low mournful requiem, desolate and deep.

Chu Ge stood motionless for a while, squatted by the three dead bodies, looked carefully, and silently shook his head.

The last person wasn't killed by Chu Ge; he ended his own life because he knew that if none of the three managed to kill Chu Ge, then... he alone would no longer pose any threat to Chu Ge.

Chu Ge stepped forward, his shoes soaked in the thick blood, leaving a bloody print with every step, accompanied by a "squelch" sound.

Chu Ge walked back to the taxi, opened the intact rear door, and looked inside at Su Yuanke.

As soon as their eyes met, Su Yuanke shivered. In his vision, this man drenched in blood was simply like a demon crawling out from hell.

"You... you... I..."

Su Yuanke wanted to say something, but only stammered incoherently. When he saw Chu Ge shift his gaze away, he swallowed hard and closed his instinctively gaping mouth.

Chu Ge didn't say anything. Instead, he opened the taxi's hand clasp, took out the pack of wet wipes he had seen earlier, cleaned the blood off his hands and face, and then turned his gaze to the still unconscious taxi driver.

"Sorry." Chu Ge said these two words, reaching towards the taxi driver.

"What do you want to do?" Su Yuanke's expression halted, instinctively trying to grab Chu Ge's hand, but as soon as he stretched it out, he immediately pulled it back.

"Change clothes, or should I just walk around like this?" Chu Ge said plainly, continuing his actions, removing the driver's outer clothes and pants, then took a stack of cash from his own wallet and tossed it into the hand clasp.

"I thought... you were going to kill him to quiet him."

Chu Ge snorted lightly, neither confirming nor denying.

Su Yuanke sighed in relief, his gaze wandered for a moment, then frowned and pondered aloud, "But if we just leave him like this..."

"He's just an ordinary person; I won't hurt him. If you have such thoughts, I don't mind making you lose the ability to do so."

Chu Ge put on the taxi driver's clothes, speaking casually.

Su Yuanke fell silent again, not knowing what he felt.

When he thought Chu Ge was going to kill the taxi driver, he instinctively wanted to stop him. But when he realized it was a misunderstanding, he felt uneasy again. His feelings were infinitely conflicting.