You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

Chapter 875 - 396: My Foolish Brother

The slums of Silver Radiance City appeared especially eerie on the night of the lunar eclipse. The narrow alleys were filled with the smell of decay and rust, shadows creeping up the crumbling walls, ready to transform into claws at any moment.

Laine Morning Star... or rather, Ye Qingzhou... walked slowly on the cobblestone road, his black robe slightly swaying in the night wind. His fingers lightly rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, the Dawn Sword humming within its sheath, warning of the lurking killing intent around him.

"You’ve come, after all."

He stopped in his tracks, standing in the center of a cul-de-sac.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and darkness surged like a tide.

Swoosh~

The first arrow broke through the air, aimed at his back.

Ye Qingzhou didn’t even turn his head; the sword sheath vibrated slightly, and the arrow halted abruptly three inches away from him, then with a "snapping" sound, it burned into ashes.

"Come out."

His tone was calm, patient, and graceful, infused with a hint of weariness: "I can smell the poison of Dragon Blood—brother."

A soft laugh echoed from the rooftop.

Kane Morning Star slowly stood up, moonlight casting on his handsome face, his golden hair stirred by the night wind. In his grip was the Dragon Rider Spear "Red Mark," its tip shimmering with a cold light.

"Laine, my dear brother."

Kane’s voice carried an irrepressible pride, like a hunter assured of victory, observing the prey that had fallen into his trap: "You are still so naive, walking alone into such a place for the sake of a few missing commoners."

Ye Qingzhou looked up, his gaze like a sword: "So, you arranged all of this?"

"Of course."

Kane smiled, tightened his grip, and aimed the spear straight at Ye Qingzhou: "You wish to seek justice, so I’ll let you die as a hero."

Before his words were finished, the surrounding shadows twisted, and twelve assassins silently emerged.

They wore black leather armor, faceless masks over their faces, daggers glimmering with a ghostly green poison.

The leader was an Intermediate Assassin from the Thief’s Guild—"Blood Vulture."

Ye Qingzhou glanced around, then returned his gaze to Kane, a faint, contemptuous smile playing at his lips.

"Justice? Did you misunderstand something?"

As he spoke quietly, Ye Qingzhou slowly drew out the Dawn Sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight: "My foolish brother, your schemes are childishly laughable to me."

Kane’s smile froze.

"Tonight I’m here..."

Ye Qingzhou’s face was coated in frost, his voice icy: "Only to take your life."

The fight erupted in an instant.

Blood Vulture’s figure flickered like a phantom, his "Shadow" bloodline allowing him to move freely in darkness, each appearance marked by lethal poisoned blades.

Swoosh~

The dagger brushed past Ye Qingzhou’s neck but only severed a strand of drifting black hair.

Ye Qingzhou sidestepped, his sword blade drawing an arc of light, yet Blood Vulture’s figure had already merged into the shadows, disappearing once more.

"Intermediate Assassin..."

Ye Qingzhou calmly analyzed in his mind: "The world’s strong are divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, master, and legend, with above legend being the realm of Gods."

"Blood Vulture’s professional level should be at the peak of intermediate, and combined with the Shadow bloodline, he indeed poses a challenge."

But there was not a trace of panic in him.

Blood Vulture pounced from the shadows again, his dagger aimed straight at Ye Qingzhou’s heart.

This time, Ye Qingzhou did not dodge.

His wrist subtly shook, and his internal fighting spirit surged into the blade in a specific rhythm, causing the sword’s edge to tremble at a high frequency, the air seemingly sliced into countless fragments.

"Sword Skill, Super Shock Slash."

Snap~

The sword light flashed like lightning, Blood Vulture’s dagger shattered upon contact, followed by his arm, shoulder, and finally his entire upper body.

Blood splattered, the assassin’s body cleaved in half by a single strike, heavily crashing to the ground.

The cul-de-sac fell silent.

The remaining assassins froze in place, their pupils beneath their masks contracting violently.

Between the rabbit rising and the falcon falling, Ye Qingzhou had already slain the strongest Blood Vulture, his silhouette ghostly in the dark, the humming Dawn Sword’s every call marking the extinction of a life.

Ye Qingzhou flicked the blood from his sword, walking towards Kane.

Kane’s face turned deathly pale, the Dragon Rider Spear "Red Mark" trembling slightly in his hand.

"No... impossible..."

He muttered: "Blood Vulture is a top killer among Intermediate Assassins, how could you..."

Ye Qingzhou did not answer, only continued forward.

"Stop him! Kill him!"

Kane suddenly screamed, but instinctively stepped back.

In this world of power hierarchy, the strong are inseparable from bloodline and professional levels, where bloodline is the source of power, and profession is the skill to wield said power.

Kane is ranked as the second student at the academy, his profession being Dragon Knight, at the intermediate level. Without considering mounts, he might not even be a match for Blood Vulture.

Ye Qingzhou’s ability to instantly kill Blood Vulture meant he could do the same to him!

The remaining assassins clenched their teeth and charged, but their movements were laughably slow in Ye Qingzhou’s eyes.

The sword light flashed again.

Snap~ Snap~ Snap~

One head after another flew up, blood staining the walls.

Ye Qingzhou’s steps did not pause until he stood before Kane.

Despair finally emerged in Kane’s eyes.

"You... you can’t kill me..."

He trembled, retreating, his heart nearly jumping into his throat, his entire body shaking: "I am the heir of the Morning Star Family! Father won’t let you go!"

Ye Qingzhou looked at him coldly: "You’ve gambled on fate; I hope you’re willing to accept the consequences."

Kane’s pupils contracted abruptly as Ye Qingzhou’s sword tip raised, pressing against Kane’s throat.