Chapter 1409: Chapter 1508: Uncontrollable Rage
"Brother Qin, that head is yours. Don’t you spar swords with people all the time? Aren’t you itching today?" Tiantian suddenly said. She didn’t like this mysterious Black and White Snake at all.
Qin Feng shook his head. "People who spar Swordsmanship with me are all truly skilled. They’re not worthy."
"You..." The two Black and White Snakes were furious,
when suddenly a voice came from outside the door: "How many silver coins is your head worth?"
The common currency in this region was silver, its value roughly equivalent to the low-quality spiritual stone where Qin Feng came from. The higher‑value Gold Coin could compare to a Middle-level Spirit Stone, and the most precious Purple Gold could compare to a Top-grade Spirit Stone. Hearing this, Qin Feng looked quite surprised, and smiled as he glanced over.
In the end, a young man walked into the room. His clothes were still wet; some parts were even frozen, yet his body was as straight as a javelin.
His face still looked that lonely and stubborn. And there was always an unyielding savagery in his eyes, as if he were ready to fight at any moment, making people afraid to approach him.
But what drew the eye most was the sword at his waist.
Seeing that sword, the anger in White Snake’s eyes turned into a smile. "You dare say that?" Gege giggled.
"Yes," the boy said.
"Do you want to or not.
They only heard White Snake laugh as he said, "My head is hard to buy."
The boy said, "There’s so much gold. I only need fifty silver coins."
White Snake suddenly stopped laughing, because he realized this young man was neither crazy nor stupid nor joking. He looked very serious.
But when he looked at the sword again, he couldn’t help but laugh and say, "Fine, as long as you can use a set of Swordsmanship, I’ll give you fifty silver coins."
The boy didn’t move at all.
White Snake frowned and said coldly, "What, is a Holy Sword Skill not strong enough?"
There was no expression on the boy’s face, but he said, "Very strong."
White Snake sneered. "Then why don’t you show it? Or are you unwilling?"
"My sword isn’t for performing," the boy said.
White Snake narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the sword at the youth’s waist. "What use is that scrap iron of yours?"
The young man gripped the hilt and said, "My sword is for killing people!"
White Snake giggled. "Kill? Who can you kill?"
"You!" the boy said.
As the word "you" was spoken, his sword had already pierced through!
The sword had been stuck at the youth’s waist. Everyone had seen the sword.
Suddenly, that sword was driven into White Snake’s throat, and everyone could see the three‑foot sword passing through White Snake’s neck.
But no one saw how his sword pierced into White Snake’s throat!
No blood flowed, because it hadn’t fallen yet.
The young man stared at White Snake and said, "Compared to the Holy Sword Skill, how is this sword that I figured out myself?"
White Snake’s throat made a rattling "ge‑ge" sound. Every muscle on his face was twitching, his nostrils gradually flaring. He opened his Zhang Zui, stuck out his tongue.
Blood dripped down from the tip of his tongue.
Black Snake had raised his sword, but he didn’t dare to thrust. Sweat streamed down his face, and the sword in his hand trembled.
They saw the young man suddenly pull his sword out. Blood shot from White Snake’s throat like an arrow. He also let out a muffled breath and roared, "You..."
After that roar, he fell face‑down.
But the young man turned to Black Snake and said, "He admitted defeat. What about the fifty silver coins?"
His tone was still that serious, serious like a dumb child.
But this time no one laughed at him.
Black Snake’s lips trembled as he said, "You really killed him for fifty silver coins?"
The young man still showed no expression and said flatly, "Yes."
Black Snake’s face twisted. He didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. He suddenly threw away the sword in his hand, yanked at his hair, and tore his clothes apart. The silver coins, Gold Coins, and Purple Gold Coins in his arms all fell out. He flung all the money down in front of the youth. He shouted, "Take it, take it..."
Then he ran out like a madman.
The young man neither chased him nor got angry. He just bent down, picked up five Gold Coins, and handed them to the waiter behind the counter, saying, "Five Gold Coins is fifty silver coins. Is that enough for food?"
The waiter’s head shrank into his shoulders. He was fighting his own teeth under the counter. He couldn’t get a word out, and nodded desperately.
At this moment, Qin Feng had just turned around and was smiling as he said to Tiantian, "Was I wrong?"
Tiantian looked at Qin Feng with envy, smiled and said, "Brother Qin is still the impressive one. With a single glance you could tell that toy was too dangerous."
In the whole restaurant, probably only Qin Feng and Tiantian had the mood to leisurely watch a show. Tiantian only felt that way because of Qin Feng. Over the past year and a half, she had seen too many spectacular stories around Qin Feng. With Qin Feng there, she felt infinite safety.
Qin Feng smiled and said, "I’ve been to dozens of big cities, sparred with hundreds of Swordsmanship experts, and killed many powerful men harboring Evil thoughts. I never thought the best show would be in a restaurant in this remote little town." He was suddenly in a very good mood, because he had met someone he was very interested in.
The Black and White Snake were clearly vicious people. Even if Big Beard Fang Chen handed over the treasure to them, they weren’t planning to let him go. Not only did they want to kill him, they wanted to do their best to humiliate him before killing him. But facing the lonely young man, they didn’t dare act rashly. White Snake had even proposed to give fifty silver coins as long as he could use Holy Step Swordsmanship. In truth, that was to test the strength of the lonely youth. Because they couldn’t see through the depths of this lonely youth, they didn’t dare recklessly oppose him.
Let alone the Black and White Snake, even Qin Feng couldn’t see through the depths of this lonely youth.
"Under Guiyuan Brocade I still can’t see his true Origin Realm. That’s really unusual.
Just then, Qin Feng saw that the young man had already stepped to his side, but he hadn’t seen Fang Chen move at all. Fang Chen hadn’t gotten up from under the table this whole time.
However, at that moment he suddenly grabbed a sword and thrust it toward the young man’s back!
A Virtual Meta World expert with such quick hands, and what surprised the youth even more was that he was actually plotting—he had killed White Snake, Fang Chen should have been grateful to him. Why try to kill him?
As the sword was about to pierce his heart, Fang Chen suddenly let out a roar and leapt six feet high. The sword in his hand also flew from his grasp and stuck into the roof beam above.
The tassel on the hilt was still trembling. Fang Chen’s hand clutched his throat. His eyes were fixed on Qin Feng, bulging as if they were about to pop out.
At that moment Qin Feng was no longer drinking, because the wine in his cup had already turned into a "Water Sword" and shot out.
Blood flowed from Fang Chen’s throat. He stared at Qin Feng, and a "Brother Ge" came from his throat. Then the "Water Sword" in his throat turned back into wine and mixed into the blood.
Fang Chen was drenched in sweat, his face contorted with pain. He stared at Qin Feng, his Zhang Zui opening, but he could no longer say a word.
The lonely young man also turned back to look at Fang Chen, an expression of surprise on his face. He seemed not to understand why the man had tried to kill him.
But he only glanced, then turned to seek out Qin Feng. Those wild eyes of his seemed to show a warm smile. He only said one sentence: "I’ll treat you to a drink."
The young man drank bowl after bowl, but didn’t get drunk. The food disappeared quickly as well.
Qin Feng watched him with a smile. He rarely met someone who could pique his interest, but this one did.
In the end, Qin Feng laughed and said, "Did you really kill White Snake for fifty silver coins?"
The young man said, "Even without the fifty silver coins, I’d still have killed him. It’s just better if there are fifty silver coins."
"Oh?" Qin Feng smiled again. "Why only fifty silver coins?"
"Because he’s only worth fifty silver coins," the young man said.
Qin Feng laughed and said, "There are plenty of people in this world who kill, and some people’s heads are worth far more than fifty silver coins. So you might become a millionaire in the future, and I’ll always have wine to drink."
The boy said, "It’s a pity I’m too poor, otherwise I should give you fifty silver coins."
Qin Feng asked, "Why?"
