Rumble!

The entire basement seemed to have experienced a magnitude 10 earthquake, shaking crazily for an instant.

The dust on the ceiling kept spreading downwards, and soon the ground was covered with a thick layer of white ash.

If the movement didn't subside quickly, if it continued for another ten seconds or so, the underground would most likely collapse.

Chen Jing, who had delivered the most powerful blow, quickly retracted the sword, which already had many minor cracks on the blade. Regardless of the blood all over his body, he looked expectantly at the place where the sword would strike.

I saw that the metal door with a silver surface suddenly appeared a long and ugly knife mark.

The knife marks were ferocious and deep, and the black-gray metal material inside them was clearly visible.

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Chen Jing's face was ashen, and his right hand, which had returned to its original shape, clenched the handle of the knife tightly as if to vent, while drops of water slowly flowed down the gaps between his fingers, but he didn't care at all.

The cut of the knife mark was very deep. After analyzing the material of the metal door, his previous blow did reach the fourth level standard.

It's one thing to achieve something, but it's another thing to actually cause harm.

After all, he is not a real fourth-level warrior, and he cannot fully control this sword that is comparable to the fourth level. When hitting the target, a lot of energy is wasted on other places, resulting in the deepest part of the crack being only three-thirds of the total thickness.

It's just a position. This is also the reason why the knife edge on the metal door is particularly irregular.

If a true fourth-level warrior takes action, with the same level of lethality, under the precise control of his power with no waste, a sword can definitely break this door.

Returning to reality, now he can only open the door by using two more powerful blows like before.

But the problem is that with his current physical condition, he may not be able to do it even once, let alone twice.

For a moment, even someone as tenacious as Chen Jing could not help but feel a little desperate.

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Time passed by, and the extremely anxious Chen Jing's forehead was covered with large particles of hot sweat. Mixed with the blood stains and dust that had been left on it before, it looked particularly ugly.

Normally, he would still pay attention to his image, but at this moment, he must try his best to conserve his energy to deal with situations that may arise at any time, and there must be no waste of energy.

At the same time, his brain was running rapidly, constantly thinking about various possible solutions.

At this moment, a slight sound of touching suddenly came from a remote corner of the underground floor. Then the movement became louder and louder. Accompanied by the sound of a large amount of dust falling, a figure climbed up with difficulty.

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"He's not dead yet?"

Chen Jing looked over strangely.

Apart from him, Wu Jianfei was the only one left in the underground space that was blocked by the metal door. However, his feet had no intention of saving the opponent's life. Logically speaking, Wu Jianfei's physical fitness should have died long ago.

, I didn’t expect it to survive until now.

But looking at how it looks now, it should be the last moment of reflection.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Wu Jianfei put his elbows on the ground and barely maintained a semi-lying position. He was really unable to stand up.

Now there is a strong force supporting him.

He wanted to ridicule, he wanted to laugh, he wanted to see with his own eyes the man in front of him who had ruined his overall situation and made it impossible for him to give a satisfactory account to his son. He was so lost in pain and despair that he was willing to close his eyes.

Finally, after coughing up almost all the blood in his lungs, he was able to speak.

Although his voice was hoarse and lacked any strength, the joy of schadenfreude could still be clearly heard in his words.

"Are you desperate? There is a wall of distance between you, but you can't save the other person."

"You should like Gu Yifei very much, otherwise you wouldn't be so desperate. It's just a pity that she belongs to my son in the end."

"And you, you barely escaped with your life! Since you don't accept my kindness, then spend the rest of your life suffering and regretting it!"

"Thinking about it this way, this ending is pretty good! Hahaha... cough cough... ha... cough cough..."

Chen Jing looked at him expressionlessly. He did not interrupt when the other party was speaking. When he finished speaking, he spoke well prepared.

"Do you know how your son died?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jianfei suddenly paused with a strange sound of laughter and coughing. He suddenly raised his head again, staring at Chen Jing with a pair of cloudy eyes. Looking at the other person's half-smiling look, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

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"My mind works very fast."

After pretending to praise, Chen Jing deliberately made a recalling expression on her face, and then told the truth with a smile on her face.

"I killed him."

The tone was very calm, without any fluctuation, but it suddenly stirred up a storm in Wu Jianfei's heart.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Chen Jing explained the process to him very considerately.

"Life is like a piece of porcelain, delicate yet fragile. I came to this conclusion when I looked at your son's pitiful, scared, desperate, begging, hopeful, and flattering eyes."

"So I ended your son's life quickly. Seeing that there was no index finger, I pierced his throat in less than a second."

"He only hurts for a moment, don't worry."

When he heard this, Wu Jianfei's face became extremely distorted and ugly, and the nails on his ten fingers broke under his force, but he did not feel any pain at all.

He just tried to stand up, but struggled several times to no avail and had to give up.

He wanted to speak again, but his voice couldn't come out for the moment.

He could only look at Chen Jing with a murderous look with his ghost-like eyes with more than half of his eyeballs bulging out, especially the index finger he extended, as if he was about to chop him alive.

Chen Jing naturally smiled disdainfully and continued:

"After killing someone, it's natural to destroy the body and eliminate all traces. Otherwise, I can't afford to pursue it. Don't you think so, Mr. Wu? After all, you are experienced in this area."

"I'm not bad either. Otherwise, both the official and you would end up with the answer that he was killed by a savage beast. But I, the murderer, is still at large."

"But this process is really troublesome to talk about. After all, there are traces of my hands on Wu Yiming's body. If you want to remove these, you have to go through the mouth of the beast. But think about it, how can the beast be exactly what you want?

I wish it would bite here and there, which would cause trouble to death, so I..."

Chen Jing vividly and carefully described the somewhat complicated process at that time.

Wu Jianfei, who had the image of his son's mutilated corpse deeply engraved in his mind, began to tremble more and more as he listened.

Finally, he burst out with his last strength and roared angrily:

"You! Deserve! Die!"

He never expected that his son would die of homicide, and the killer was right in front of him, but he had no choice but to watch him live happily.

He is really unwilling!

Chen Jing, who was interrupted, was not angry about this. Instead, he sneered at Wu Jianfei's expression at this moment.

At this time, Wu Jianfei's chest was panting like a blower, and his face was completely sunken, looking like a skeleton covered in old skin. His seven orifices were bleeding profusely.

He was only seconds away from death.

"Why...what? To kill..."

He asked with all his strength. He wanted to know everything.

Wu Jianfei's last question was very soft, but it was caught by Chen Jing, who has a good ear.

He smiled.

Seeing that the other party was so stubborn that he would not rest until he got the answer, he straightened his expression and answered seriously:

"Because I'm happy!"

Thinking of so many innocent young lives that had died before, the longer this old dog dies with his eyes open, the happier he will be. How can he tell him the answer? It is better to just go to hell.

Sure enough, when Wu Jianfei heard this reply, his whole body trembled violently, and he fell down immediately when he could no longer hold up.

However, just when Wu Jianfei's eyes were about to close, that disgusting sound like maggots in the gutter came to his ears clearly again.

"By the way, I haven't thanked you for stimulating me before. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come up with a way to rescue Gu Yifei so quickly."
Chapter completed!