Chapter 221 Real Genius

“Ah!”

Shrill screams broke through the night, the silence were broken into pieces. In the middle of the night, countless people were awakened from sleep.

In the distance, some passers-by who were coming this way shuddered at the screams, then turned their heads and ran away.

The One-eyed had not expected that the one who he used as a hostage twisted his wrist in a flash, and now he was stunned by the hostage and pressed against the guardrail on the sidewalk. On the whole process, he had no way to resist.

It was not that he didn’t want to fight. It was just he couldn’t.

Fear, boundless fear spread in his heart, so that was the real master, and that was the legendary one of terror.

He himself had reached a certain level, a master that was about to break through the peak. But this young man could break his hand so easily, and even pressed him on the fence, so what kind of master was he?

In the Peak?

No, even the peak was impossible to control him so easily. So was he the legendary master of the spirit?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could there be a spiritual master at such a young age? Even a young master in the peak could shock the world.

The One-eyed’s mind disorderly became a mess, he could not understand why this young man was so fierce. He could not accept that he had been in the path of martial arts for decades, but today unexpectedly had no resistance ability to be made of by a hair head boy.

But whether he accepted it or not, the pain and choking feeling in the neck was real.

"Ma...master, I didn’t recognize who in front of me and offended you. I beg you to spare my life with such a broad mind." Apparently, the One-eyed was afraid of death.

Qin Hao sneered, "Talke, who sent you here?"

"No, no one." The one-eyed man still had a hard mouth.

Qin Hao gritted his teeth and punched him on stomach.

"Oh ah－" The one-eyed made a painful scream, and the muscles in his face were twisted into a mass. The black one-eyed mask fell off the ground, revealing a hollow eyelid.

"Do you know now?" Qin Hao stared at him with a wicked and cruel smile on his face. The smile looked creepy.

The one-eyed man rushed to respond, "Yes, I know. It was the former master of Mu Family, Mu Guangming sent me here personally."

"Mu Guangming?" Qin Hao repeated the name and immediately revealed the disgusting figure that he will never forget.

Slender face, ugly little eyes, disgusting eagle hook nose...

Qin Hao remembered the features of Mu’s face all too well, and the past events had emerged.

"Great grandfather, please, don't rush me to leave. I will be very obedient, please, I beg you, oh..."

A lonely and helpless child squatted in a haze cried in front of a fine-eye man and pleaded on the ground.

The child’s crying and pleading did not move the man at all. The man slammed his foot out and the child was thrown out directly. “You sneaky bastard. It’s a shame to let you stay in Mu family. It’s the shame on me. Mu Guangming, come and throw him out.”

"No, grandfather, don't. Mom, mother, where are you, mother...!?"

The child cried, with tears streaming, but no one cared about him, no one cared about his tears, or his mother. He was framed, like a wild dog, forcibly dragged out. No one was moved even though he burst his throat. Not even one person stood up and said something for him.

...

Qin Hao seemed to be completely immersed in the memories of the past. The crying sounded in his ear, shaking his heart, stabbing his nerves, and then a tear slowly slipped from the corner of his eyes.

"Hao, what happened?" Shi Bingying saw him crying and hurried forward.

At this moment, the one-eyed man held by Qin Hao seized the opportunity. He could feel the strength on his neck weakening, Qin Hao seemed to be absent-minded.

The only chance was to make a counterattack at this time.

The eye of the one-eyed man flashed, and the other fine hand that was suddenly moved.

"Hao, be careful!" Shi Bingying saw the movement and screamed, the black piccolo in her hand turned into a black stream, and quickly rushed to the one-eyed man.

But Shi Bingying was obviously slower. When her piccolo was only halfway through the attack, the one-eyed’s dagger already reached Qin Hao's chest.

"No－" Shi Bingying made a harsh scream.

"Go to hell, haha..." The one-eyed man laughed and put the dagger to Qin Hao's chest. However, his dagger only stabbed the air, the target had disappeared quickly. If there was still a little record in this thorn, that was the trace of blood at the tip of the dagger.

It was a close call, Qin Hao responded in time and escaped the attack.

Shi Bingying’s attack had arrived after that, and the black Piccolo clipped her anger and violently slammed into the hand of the one-eyed man.

"Ah－"

Once again, the screams burst out, and the only palm of the one-eyed man was crushed. Both the palms and the daggers all landed on the ground, and the red blood splashed under the lights of the street.

The angry Shi Bingying did not stop here. The Piccolo turned into countless black snakes shadows and bit up. The one-eyed man tried to save his life and once again, who suddenly disappeared in the same place. What a strange method!

When the one-eyed man appeared again, he was already standing a few tens of meters away from Shi Bingying, and flying away from the dense buildings in the distance.

It was too late for Shi Bingying to catch up. But the one-eyed man didn’t escape so easily. Two whistling sounded in her ear, then she saw two silver needles that were indistinguishable, instantly disappeared into the darkness ahead, and went straight to the one-eyed man.

Shi Bingying had no time to care about the one-eyed person. She hurriedly rushed to Qin Hao. She was worried and asked, "How are you?"

Qin Hao smiled lightly, "Nothing."

“What do you mean nothing? You are bleeding." Shi Bingying saw Qin Hao's broken clothes on his chest, and a little blood-stained. The soft hand hurriedly touched his wound, and said with distress, "Let's go to the hospital."

Qin Hao smiled and shook his head. "I don’t have to go to the hospital with such a skin injury. I am not that delicate. We are warriors. It is normal to get hurt. It's okay. I can recover it myself. Don't forget. I know medicine." There was a practice of "refining the skin", and restoring this skin trauma was not a problem.

"But..." Shi Bingying still wanted to say something, then Qin Hao held her small hand, "Do not worry. I am fine. Let's go home."

"Alright." It seems Qin Hao has nothing wrong. Shi Bing Ying also put down his heart and took Qin Hao’s hand. They leaned together and walked toward the door of the community. However, without taking a few steps, Shi Bingying found that Qin Hao’s something was wrong. She felt that Qin Hao’s hand was shaking.

"Hao, are you really okay?" Shi Bingying asked again with concern.

Qin Hao nodded and responded, "Well, I am reall... Wow..., oh..." Qin Hao didn't finish his words, and finally couldn't help but spurt black blood. He felt the world was in black, and then fell down on the ground.

"Hao, what happened? No-!" Shi Bingying held Qin Hao, and made a panic-stricken cry.

...

In Mu family, Mu Guangming was uneasily stepping in his room.

The one-eyed man had gone for more than half an hour. It was not what it should be. He hadn’t returned yet. Was there anything wrong?

However, he didn’t believe the one-eyed man would be in an accident. He knew the strength of the one-eyed man. His power was close to the peak of the realm. Among the urban warrior, he was already a top-ranking master.

Of course, he also heard something about Qin Hao, but not much for he was retiring behind the scenes. Also because of psychological exclusion, he had been skeptical about Qin Hao's legends.

He knew how old Qin Hao was, even if he started to cultivate martial art from his mother's womb. He couldn’t reach the realm of the one-eyed man, not mention that Qin Hao had never learned martial art in his young age at all.

It was said that Qin Hao beat the masters of the six major sects for only half a year since he cultivated martial art.

Mu Guangming was scornful for these legends. Even if there was an incredibly cultivation resource, he would not be possible to cultivate the level of the six martial arts masters in half a year. He had experience in it, because now he was also regarded as a warrior.

More than a decade ago, he abdicated to Mu Qingsong in order to cultivate martial art. To achieve that, he had also prepared for decades, using the power and financial resources of the Mu Family. He finished the acquisition of a large collection of martial resources for cultivation.

After more than ten years of hard work, he finally became a warrior at the junior level with the resources accumulated over decades and the guidance of some martial art masters. Recently, he had made great progress and would soon break through the next level.

It took more than ten years to be guided by masters, and it also consumed a lot of resources. Only then did he achieve the first-level warrior. Even Qin Hao was a talent, the early stage warrior that was overestimated, and a peak master was absolutely impossible. He did not believe that. It was an unreachable realm. At least it would take a long time to reach it. Someone even couldn’t reach the realm until death.

And the one-eyed man must be the master entering the peak and strong power in the country. It was a piece of cake to kill Qin Hao. How could he have something wrong?

Mu Guangming thought in this way, and then he felt that he had just overthought about it. Maybe the one-eyed man had killed Qin Hao, but delayed by other things.

It made sense, but why did his eyelids jump straight, and was the uneasiness even stronger?

"Bang."

At this moment, there was a muffled sound outside the door, as if someone was knocking at the door.

"Finally." Mu Guangming was delighted and rushed to open the door.

"Hey, you..." Mu Guangming just said a word and the door just opened a seam. "Walla", a man directly fell into the door, followed by a noise. The man fell on the floor. Black blood flowed from him and formed a small black blood flow on the floor.