Chapter Seventeen: Swordsman Level Two
Silence!
Shen Ye casually picked up a few bamboo chopsticks, mentally noting that he should carry some with him in the future for convenience. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at Ma Guosheng, who had just stepped out of the fourth-floor bedroom. “Well, you’ve seen it now. Your men are all dead by my hand. Now it’s your turn.”
Ma Guosheng’s expression was grim. He had been formidable in his youth, but years of comfortable living had dulled his skills. Even Du Wenfeng, who was a strong fighter, had fallen, so how could he hope to defeat this masked stranger before him?
But he was no stranger to adversity. Despite his pallor, he spoke calmly. “Who are you? Why do you want to kill me? Is it for money? Don’t worry, whoever hired you, I’ll pay you double, triple—no, ten times! Just spare me, and I’ll give you ten times their offer.”
“Ten times? Tempting, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I’m not here for money. You’ve done far too many evil deeds. I’ve come as Heaven’s retribution, to enact justice and punish you.” Shen Ye shook his head, his voice icy.
“No, it can’t be. I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m a businessman, I’ve always abided by the law.” Ma Guosheng shook his head, pleading, “Just let me live. I can help you get rich, give you wealth, power—anything you want. And women, too.”
He nudged Zhang Ning, who stood beside him in a revealing swimsuit, showing off her voluptuous figure and long, smooth legs. “What do you think of her? She has a certain allure—you can try her if you like.”
Zhang Ning was already terrified. She was used to obeying Ma Guosheng, and she knew that if she didn’t comply, the masked man before her might kill her. With this thought, she adopted a seductive, gentle expression, casting a watery glance and flashing a bewitching smile, exuding the charm of a mature woman. Though she did not speak, her actions spoke louder than words.
Shen Ye couldn’t help but smile faintly. “You abide by the law? Ha. Still trying to tempt me with money, power, and women. It’s useless. Ma Guosheng, you’re dead today.”
“Go to hell. Pray for your deeds, if you dare!”
Shen Ye suddenly lunged forward, rushing up the stairs toward Ma Guosheng with incredible speed.
Ma Guosheng tried to retreat and escape.
But how could his speed compare to Shen Ye’s?
Within seconds, Shen Ye had caught up to him.
Then, with a swift motion—
A bamboo chopstick stabbed directly into Ma Guosheng’s throat.
His eyes widened in disbelief. He was only forty-four, in the prime of his life, a billionaire surrounded by beautiful women, living in utter luxury. How could he resign himself to die?
Yet his vitality faded quickly, consciousness slipping away.
With a dull thud, his corpse fell to the floor.
Zhang Ning, witnessing Ma Guosheng’s death, was petrified. She clung desperately to Shen Ye’s leg. “Spare me, please! I beg you! I’m skilled in many things. My oral technique is excellent.”
“So much nonsense. Your evil value isn’t low either. Die!” Shen Ye sneered, and another bamboo chopstick pierced Zhang Ning’s throat. She, Ma Guosheng’s mistress, had committed many crimes herself.
After her throat was pierced, Zhang Ning struggled to cover the wound, trying to take a few steps forward, but she soon collapsed, dead on the floor.
Boom!
A flash of lightning suddenly split the sky.
Outside, a raging storm battered the world.
Inside, the air was thick with the scent of blood.
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Shen Ye glanced at his experience bar.
Last time, he had killed a group from a pyramid scheme; only Director Zhang had an evil value above ten.
His “Purge Evil” ability only granted experience for killing those with an evil value above ten.
Back then, his experience bar was about a third of the way through level one.
Now, among the six he had killed, Zhang Ning’s evil value was nine, so she granted no experience.
The other five: Fat Pig, evil value ten. Thin Tiger, thirteen. Du Wensheng, sixteen. Du Wenfeng, twenty. Ma Guosheng, thirty.
In other words, he absorbed the experience from five people.
Almost instantly, his experience bar surged past level one, reaching level two.
Then, the bar climbed further, but stopped short of level three.
Leveling up was no easy task.
At that moment, he could clearly feel his strength increasing; the power in his muscles had grown considerably.
The human body has 639 muscles, composed of roughly six billion muscle fibers—the longest reaching sixty centimeters, the shortest barely one millimeter.
Human muscles are neither strong nor weak by nature.
After advancing to the “Hero” level, Shen Ye’s muscle count had increased to over eight hundred.
Now, his muscles had generally strengthened by about twenty percent.
He checked his attributes.
Shen Ye, Hero, first-tier profession.
Level: Two.
Faction: Justice.
Attributes:
Mental Power 1.5 (Normal adult male is 1. The higher the mental power, the stronger the magical effects.)
Strength 4 (Normal adult male is 1.)
Agility 2.3 (Normal adult male is 1. Note: Higher agility means faster movement and attack speed.)
Defense 3 (Normal adult male is 1. Note: Higher defense reduces damage taken.)
Constitution 3 (Normal adult male is 1. Note: Higher constitution increases endurance and recovery after injury.)
Each Hero level up grants:
Mental Power +0.5
Strength +1
Agility +0.8
Defense +1
Constitution +1
First-tier skill: Level 1 (Eye of Justice).
Second-tier skill: Level 2 (Wind and Rain Sustenance: As a Hero, one must often travel across planets, frequently residing in the wild. Wind and Rain Sustenance is a miraculous seasoning developed in the twenty-ninth century, making food exceptionally delicious. Thus, even on distant planets, one can enjoy extraordinary meals.)
Fifth-tier skill: Level 5 (Mighty Strike: Combat skill, unleashing full-body power to create an explosive attack of unparalleled ferocity.)
Beyond these, a series of shadowed skills remained hidden, not yet displayed. Clearly, higher levels would unlock more abilities.
Shen Ye was momentarily stunned; he never expected his second skill to be related to cooking. The Hero profession truly held unexpected transformations.