AST 1973 - Owing Your Life to Me, Kill Yourself if Unwilling to (1/2)

Qiao An appeared uneasy but he did not continue. He simply held out his hand, “Please!”

Qiao An did not use weapons and neither did Qing Shui. Qing Shui needed no weapon to go against Qiao An. He could sense Qiao An’s strength clearly - the Peak Fifth Layer of Divinity.

In this realm, Qing Shui could meet the Divinities easily. Besides, it was almost the border of the actual world of the Nine Continents here. It was impossible to have no Divinities in the top family of a huge city. It was just like the rich people of the cities in past life. The more developed a city was, the more powerful the rich man’s background was.

Qing Shui smiled. He showed no courtesy. He rushed toward Qiao An instantly and held out his finger!

Qiao An pulled back his face at once. As the saying went, the expert would know one’s true strength with one glance. At his current level, he could easily identify a strong warrior with a simple move.

Qing Shui’s finger was very slow. It appeared very slow and yet, it was impossible for Qiao An to evade. He gripped his fist and used it against Qing Shui’s finger.

It was known that fist was weaker than palm and the palm was weaker than the finger, speaking in terms of destructive power.

But now, Qiao An felt he could only block with his fist.

Bang!

Qiao An’s body was struck back as Qing Shui advanced suddenly and gave another finger.

It was almost the same as the previous move, as slow as before!

Qiao An’s expression became darkened. He gave out another fist!

Bang!

Yet again, Qiao An’s body was thrown out. Qing Shui haunted him like a phantom, his figure was tough yet graceful. He advanced closer and used the same move again.

This time, he closed his eyes slowly as he accepted his fate. He had nowhere to hide. This finger could take his life away.

At the last moment, Qing Shui stopped his finger. He then said while smiling, “You now owe your life to me. Kill yourself if you are unwilling to.”

Ending his sentence, Qing Shui went back to the restaurant and waved at the two girls.

The two ladies came down and said cheerfully, “Uncle, you’re so great!”

Qing Shui’s mouth twitched again. He looked at them and said, “Let’s go, I’ll send you back to the Northern Snow City.”

Nobody stopped them this time. Qiao An had lost in one move. Though they had fought in two rounds, Qing Shui had only used the same move to push Qiao An into desperation. The other two old men were only as strong as Qiao An. They would be no match for Qing Shui even if they combined their strengths.

Qiao An had lost his honor but he knew the Qiao Clan lost with a reason. It was not the Qiao Clan who was weak, but the opponent was too dangerous.

“Who is this man? He had defeated the Qiao Clan’s Qiao An in one move. Since when did the Dazang City have such a strong warrior?”

“Mm, this man is sending the two ladies back to Northern Snow City. Could he be the man of the Northern Underworld Immortal Palace?”

“I’ve never heard of a strong warrior from the Northern Underworld Immortal Palace like him though.”

“What would you know with your little strength? You know nothing.”

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