Chapter 59: He’s a Master?

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: He’s a Master?

The Blood-handed Butcher sheathed his dagger. He looked at the man spurting blood and chuckled darkly, "Just this much skill, and you dared to act so arrogantly before me?"

The man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he died from the sheer pain.

"Brother!" Cui Biao rushed over and cradled the man’s body. He shook him desperately, his eyes turning completely bloodshot.

Just then, the Blood-handed Butcher gave his knife a flourish. He looked at Ye Feng and chuckled. "You’re next. I can carve you three thousand six hundred times and guarantee you’ll still be breathing. Don’t believe me? How about I give you a little demonstration of my knife work?"

With that, he began to close in on Ye Feng.

Behind him, Wang Luyao was so terrified she clutched Ye Feng’s clothes, screaming, "Ye Feng, you have to run! Run!"

The Blood-handed Butcher chuckled. "Escape? In my presence? You’re dreaming. Just stay right here for me!"

He finished speaking and, with a stomp of his feet, lunged toward Ye Feng. At that moment, Cui Biao, his eyes already crimson with rage, threw all caution to the wind. He snatched up a machete and charged the Blood-handed Butcher.

"You dare waste my brother? You son of a bitch, you can die right here!"

He raised the machete and thrust it directly at the center of the Blood-handed Butcher’s back.

The Blood-handed Butcher chuckled. Without turning his head, he shot his right arm back. As if it had eyes of its own, the boning knife in his hand slid along the blade of the machete, arriving at Cui Biao’s wrist in an instant.

"Ngh!" Cui Biao was horrified.

He thought he hadn’t underestimated the Blood-handed Butcher’s speed, but now he realized he had still severely underestimated him.

Seeing the blade about to slice into his wrist, Cui Biao reflexively tried to dodge. But in the next instant, he discovered to his horror that the quivering tip of the knife had somehow locked off all his paths of retreat.

Cui Biao’s heart seized with terror. ’Looks like I’m going to lose this hand, too!’

But just as he was gripped by terror, a large hand shot out from the side. With its index and middle fingers spread, it firmly pinched the tip of the boning knife. Instantly, like a venomous snake seized by its vital point, the blade froze, completely immobilized.

"Thanks, Ye—" Cui Biao let out a long sigh of relief. He looked up gratefully at his savior, but before he could finish, his eyes flew wide open.

To his astonishment, the one who had saved him wasn’t Ye Feng at all. It was clearly the large, simple-looking man who had been following Ye Feng—Ah Dao.

Everyone at the scene was stunned. None of them had ever imagined that this oafish giant possessed such terrifying skills.

The Blood-handed Butcher stared at Ah Dao, momentarily stunned himself. But in the next instant, a sinister smile crept across his face.

"Kid, I didn’t expect you to actually have a few tricks. But if you think that’s enough to act tough in front of me, you’re dreaming. Since you want to play the hero, you can just die right here with the rest of them."

The moment he finished speaking, his left hand flipped over, and another boning knife materialized in his grip. This blade was even faster. In the blink of an eye, it was at Ah Dao’s wrist, striking like a viper.

In the background, Li Jun sneered, "Trying to save someone with just that little bit of skill? How embarrassing!"

But he was only halfway through his sentence when his voice died in his throat, as if a hand had been clamped down on it.

He could only watch, wide-eyed, as Ah Dao’s right hand shot out like a bolt of lightning and seized the Blood-handed Butcher’s right wrist. No matter how the Butcher struggled, he couldn’t break free.

Then, Ah Dao violently yanked his right hand. A sickening RRRIP echoed, followed by an inhuman shriek from the Blood-handed Butcher!

Cui Biao and his men could only stare as Ah Dao ripped the Blood-handed Butcher’s entire right arm clean from its socket.

Cui Biao’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head. ’The Blood-handed Butcher... who was he?’

He was the fourth-ranked master on Jiangcheng’s list of experts. A peerless fighter who had reached the level of a Great Martial Master. A taboo figure so feared that people dared not even speak his name. And Cui Biao himself couldn’t even survive a single move against him!

’Yet in front of Ah Dao, he was like a paper doll, toyed with so easily. This... how could this giant’s skills be so terrifying?’

Meanwhile, the Blood-handed Butcher had collapsed to the ground. He thrashed about, screaming in agony as blood quickly pooled beneath him, creating a gruesome scene.

Ah Dao took a step forward and brought his foot down on the Blood-handed Butcher’s neck. With a sickening CRUNCH of bone, the Butcher died instantly, unable to even utter a final scream.

Everyone was frozen in shock. ’So ruthless!’

Then, Cui Biao turned to face Li Jun, a cold chuckle escaping his lips.

"Buddy," he said, "I believe it’s time we settled our account."