Chapter 95: The Foreign Trial Taker

  Tong Yao's younger brother was shocked and looked up: "What does it mean?"

  A faint sense of foreboding arose in his heart, could it be...

  Qin Wushuang furrowed his brow, and after a long time, he finally revealed a hint of a pleased smile: "Very good, you've come at the right time!"

  "What's good?"

  "Haven't you noticed, outsiders have already entered our trial area. How fast! I'm curious to see if this person has three heads and six arms."

  "Has it crossed over?" Tóng Yáo's younger brother had also thought of this, but was unwilling to face it. This made the proud him, for a moment, unable to accept it in his heart.

  He has only obtained one jade medal from the beginning to now, relying on his own strength. However, the fellow cultivator led by King Akagi in front of him has already collected enough for eighty points. He originally thought that this should be the fastest speed, and perhaps the single-person champion of this Martial Child Trial is none other than this person.

  But he didn't expect that there were even faster people. Moreover, they had even killed their way into the trial grounds. This made him involuntarily feel a sense of crisis.

  Moving forward, several more martial arts children came running from the opposite side, although they were all wearing masks, but their eyes clearly showed a very strong sense of fear.

  When they saw Qin Wushuang and the other two heading towards Shilin, those martial youths couldn't help but take a few more glances at them, their eyes filled with confusion and even some ridicule.

  "Hey, you two, don't want to live anymore?" A martial youth with the number seven on his trial robe called out.

  Tong Yao's younger brother stopped in his tracks and asked curiously, "What does that mean?"

  "That Stone Forest over there seems to have an outsider trial cultivator, and he's being quite domineering. He issued a declaration, saying that all the martial children in our trial cultivation zone, regardless of whether they have a token or not, must go to him and report for duty, handing over the jade tokens he needs. If we don't comply, he'll kill one person every two hours until he's killed off all the trial cultivators in our zone!"

  Tong Yao's younger brother was stunned, is there really someone so tyrannical and bloodthirsty?

  Qin Wushuang also found it unbelievable after listening. The age of these martial arts students were all under twenty, and most of them had not experienced true brutal killings.

  Killing one person is not difficult, what's difficult is maintaining this bloodthirsty killing mentality all along.

  "I say, shouldn't we, the martial disciples of this trial area, unite?" The seventh martial disciple clenched his fist and shouted loudly.

  Those martial arts students who were fleeing in this direction also stopped upon hearing these words.

  "Unity? What unity?"

  "Yes, don't forget, there is also competition between us. Who can guarantee that we won't stab each other in the back?"

  "That's right, I see everyone is still minding their own business. Unity and all that, it's simply impossible."

  After finishing speaking, these martial arts children hurriedly ran forward. Apparently, in their view, the stone forest had become a high-risk area, and the farther away from that place, the safer it was.

  The Seventh Young Master saw that everyone was not cooperating at all, let out a sigh, and couldn't help but glance back, with a hint of fear in his eyes, then looked at Qin Wushuang and Tong Yao's younger brother.

  "Each of you has your own path to follow, but if the two of you don't have enough strength, I advise you not to go. There are still some stubborn martial artists there who want to compete with outsiders. However, I think their ending will be miserable."

  Saying so, he shook his head and ran away quickly.

  "How is it?" Qin Wushuang looked at Tong Yao's younger brother, wanting to see his decision.

  "It's up to you." Tong Yao's younger brother emphasized, "You say go, and we'll go."

  "Alright, then just follow me from behind and don't make it obvious that we're together. And don't keep too much distance either."

  "Go."

  After the two men had finished their discussion, they set off again, one following the other.

  Their figures disappeared one after another into the stone forest. This stone forest was indeed spacious enough. As soon as the two of them entered, they suddenly had a feeling of entering a magical palace.

  Qin Wushuang was weaving in and out of the strange rocks, every step taken with great care.

  After walking for about a quarter of an hour, a mournful cry suddenly came from the depths of the stone forest. This mournful cry was sharp and piercing, as if it were the last gasp before death, making one's hair stand on end.

  "Son of a turtle, kill me now!"

  "Huh? Kill you?" A gloomy voice emerged, "I get it now. You're all so stubborn and won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. Quick, where's your jade token?"

  "I... I really got it. The jade token on me, wasn't it already taken away by you? The 32nd jade token you wanted, I didn't get it and haven't seen it either!"

  "What about Number Nineteen? You haven't seen him either?" The gloomy voice continued to press for an answer.

  "No, I really didn't see it! Even if you kill me, I won't be able to hand it over!" This martial youth was obviously undergoing some kind of cruel punishment. Every time he spoke, his teeth chattered and his vocal cords trembled violently.

  Tong Yao's younger brother felt a chill run down his spine as soon as he heard it.

  Thirty-two, nineteen?

  These two jade pendants are now in his arms!

  Qin Wushuang smiled and glanced at him. Tong Yao's younger brother, however, was not intimidated, trying his best to calm down the fear in his heart, not daring to make a sound, crouching behind a huge boulder, with his body completely hidden in the bushes.

  Qin Wushuang's mind had an extra thought, the other party was looking for the 19th and 32nd jade tokens. It was obvious that they were trial takers from outside regions.

  "I thought I was already fast enough, but then came someone even more ridiculously speedy. Looks like this trial can't be taken lightly."

  Qin Wushuang smiled and said: "I'll go take a look."

  Tong Yao's younger brother hadn't figured out what was going on yet, he only felt a flash before his eyes, and Qin Wushuang's figure had already disappeared from in front of him.

  "Was he going to directly challenge that foreign trialer?" With a change of heart, the warrior's pride suddenly made him feel that he couldn't shrink back now.

  Since the two have already formed an alliance and declared in advance, they will take unified action today. If they encounter a strong opponent, they will not retreat, no matter what.

  Thinking of this, he slipped out and followed closely behind.

  About four or five hundred meters away, deep in the Stone Forest, there was a platform with relatively high terrain. A foreign martial arts child was sitting on top of a large stone pedestal, torturing another martial arts child who was suspended in mid-air by him.

  Seeing Qin Wushuang step forward, the foreign cultivator who came to challenge was obviously slightly surprised. He spat out a piece of grass root from his mouth and sneered: "Another one who isn't afraid of death has delivered himself to my doorstep."

  Qin Wushuang had long since clearly seen that the small team number behind this martial youth was the 13th squad, and his own number was the same as Tong Ya's younger brother, which was No. 19.

  That outsider who came to challenge saw Qin Wusuo's number and felt a little disappointed, shaking his head and muttering: "Damn it, six! Why not nineteen and thirty-two?"

  He licked his tongue very bloody: "Whatever number it is, there are those who deliver themselves to the door, and I don't have to go find them."

  At this point, he coldly glanced at Qin Wusuo a few times and called out in a gloomy tone: "You little brat, if you don't have the jade token on you, you will die miserably!"

  Qin Wushuang smiled lightly and said calmly, "No matter if you have the jade token on you or not, you're not leaving this area."

  "Hmm?" The foreign cultivator raised an eyebrow and began sizing up Qin Wubai.

  In this case, an opponent who can remain so calm is not allowed to be ignored. This martial child's family has been producing killers for generations. From the moment he was born, he received countless top-notch teachings from his family, and through osmosis, he had already cultivated a bloodthirsty and gloomy temperament.

  Normally, a martial arts student should show deference to his master in terms of demeanor.

  In addition to his outstanding qualities as a killer, he was like a fish in water in this trial area. In just four or five days, he accumulated eighty points and became the first martial arts child to complete eighty points, crossing zones to come to the third trial zone where Qin Wushuang and others were located.

  And his own team of thirteen, nearly half of the martial arts children died at his hands, it can be said that he killed people like a scythe.

  His palm rose and swept across the throat of the martial youth he had been tormenting.

  Another life has been reaped.

  Qin Wushuang furrowed his brow, he was extremely displeased with this person's behavior. In the trial, necessary killings were unavoidable, but if one took pleasure in killing, then it was unacceptable.

  "See that? That's what'll become of you." The cultivator raised his palm, blew a gentle breath across his lips, and pointed serenely at Qin Wushuang.

  "Is it that you can only use murder to cover up your own cowardice?" Qin Wushuang retorted coldly.

  "Spare the chatter! If you're so capable, go ahead and kill me right here. You're Number Six, aren't you? I have several jade tokens on me that are very valuable to you. If you can take my life, they'll be yours."

  "Is it?" Qin Wushuang's mouth suddenly curved up, "Then I won't be polite anymore."

  The words fell, and the body had already started.

  That foreign cultivator only felt a flash before his eyes, as if the other party had suddenly disappeared from where he was standing. The speed was so fast that it almost exceeded his physical eye's observation.

  The next moment, he felt a strong killing intent approaching him from beside.

  Having received over a decade of assassin training, he immediately felt an intense sense of crisis. Just as he was about to retreat, Qin Wushuang had already arrived right in front of him.

  His palm was already imprinted on his chest, the force suspended and not released, a smile at the corner of his mouth, with a kind of contempt and disgust, his eyes full of disdain.

  "How...how is this possible?" The foreign cultivator's mind was in turmoil as he retreated step by step.

  But no matter how he retreated, Qin Wushuang's palm seemed to be able to stretch arbitrarily, always following his chest.

  A blood chain from hell hung around his neck at all times.

  A sense of powerlessness, an inexpressible sense of powerlessness, suddenly surged up from his heart. He still couldn't believe that this scene could have happened.