Chapter 13: Beaten To Death (1/2)

Chapter 13: Beaten To Death

Translator: NinetalesEditor: Ninetales

Senior Brother Qu was finally frightened. ”At this rate, he’ll beat me to death with that small wooden stick!”

He really wished that Qin Mu was holding a knife instead. Heck, even a blunt one was fine!

A small wooden stick naturally held very little power, but with all the beatings he had taken, his face had swollen like a pig’s. Even his eyes had become two slits, blurring his vision.

Black and green bruises marred his skin while some of his muscles had become paste from the thrashing. Even his joints had received preferential treatment from Qin Mu.

Qin Mu had purposely aimed for ligaments and tendons, not the bones. By tearing the ligaments and tendons, any slight movement would cause excruciating pain.

Being beaten to death by a small wooden stick truly was too horrifying. Since one wouldn’t die straight away, their pain and fear would increase by several times over the course of the beating.

The beast herd that had been running above their heads was nowhere to be seen now, having had dispersed the moment they made it out of the gate to the ruins.

Qin Mu’s strength was also diminishing. He had no idea how long he had swung his ‘knife’ around, but he couldn’t continue doing so. After all, not only had he constantly dodged Senior Brother Qu’s sword, he had also been avoiding the hooves and claws of the giant beasts they had been fighting under. His legs were also sore and swollen from continuously executing his irregular footwork.

Even though Butcher’s training frequently consisted of bouts of insanity, he still understood that Qin Mu had his limits and would never train him past the point of exhaustion.

Qin Mu no longer had the strength to continue swinging his knife and was relying on just pure willpower to keep going.

He knew that, as long as Senior Brother Qu had even the slightest bit of vital qi remaining, it was his head that would roll!.

He could only continue beating Senior Brother Qu to death!

Thud!

Senior Brother Qu collapsed to the ground, unable to endure the beating any longer. His treasure sword dropping with a clank.

Qin Mu threw his wooden stick away and grabbed the sword, but couldn’t lift it up. His arms were devoid of strength.

Qin Mu stumbled forward and kick the sword hilt instead. Its tip slowly angled toward Senior Brother Qu who, barely aware of his surroundings, tried his best to squirm away.

But he couldn’t. His ligaments and tendons were a complete mess. He couldn’t even lift a muscle.

Paralysed, Senior Brother Qu could only watch as Qin Mu struggled to adjust the direction of his treasure sword and kick it towards his neck.

It scraped against the ground, dragging dirt along as it moved in little increments towards Senior Brother Qu until, with one final kick, it pierced through his neck.

Blood flowed, pooling around the wound as he struggled to breathe and gurgled through the blood welling from his throat.

Relief washed over Qin Mu. His limbs went limp and he collapsed to the floor. He had never been so exhausted before.

Lying next to a corpse felt disgusting therefore Qin Mu tried to move away. Only, he had to give up because his body wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t Qin Mu’s first time seeing a corpse. The woman who emerged from the cowskin and Senior Brother Qu’s junior brothers had become corpses as well.

Granny Si once brought him to a neighboring village to assist in delivering a baby. Aside from being a tailor, Granny Si was also a midwife who helped expectant mothers in the area give birth.

However, when they arrived, the village had become a graveyard. It didn’t matter if they were male or female, young or old. Everyone, including the expectant mother, was dead.

Qin Mu’s mind had gone blank, as if he were drifting through the sky, floating above the village and taking in the massacre. Granny Si had later woke him from his trance saying that the gruesome scene had scared the life out of him, forcing his soul to leave his body. She had to pull his soul back and stuff it back in.

Granny hadn’t told him who massacred that entire village, instead of telling him that such a thing was extremely common in the Great Ruins. In light of that, she sternly warned him…

”Never give your enemies any opportunities.”

Senior Brother Qu’s corpse made Qin Mu uncomfortable, but it wasn’t an uncommon thing in the Great Ruins. Here, the strong preyed upon the weak. It was the survival of the fittest. Having lived in the Great Ruins from a young age, Qin Mu had already become accustomed to the skirmishes between strange beasts. To him, Senior Brother Qu’s corpse was no different from the corpses of animals.

As he lay there trying to blend into the surroundings, Qin Mu suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He struggled to turn his head towards the sound and identify what was causing it.

To his complete shock, it was Senior Sister Qing who greeted him, her face swollen beyond recognition and resembling a pig’s. Step by step, she limped over to him using her treasure sword as a crutch.

Qin Mu tried to stand up, but his limbs were all swollen with pain. He could only wait there, silently cultivating the Overlord Body Three Elixir Technique.