I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 199 - 159: War Tiger Bloodline

The morgue in Cyan Yang City is located in a very secluded corner. To get there, one must first walk through a pitch-dark shabby street, flanked by low, old buildings that visibly show their age.

Many forensic experts or animal doctors take on apprentices and impart their skills here.

Firstly, bodies can be obtained nearby, and secondly, it serves as a way for apprentices to build their courage.

Just as Qin Yuesheng entered this street, he heard a considerable commotion coming from a house not far away. He quickly cupped his ears to listen.

"I wasn’t gone for long, how could you do this?"

"What could I do? She was lying there so enchanting, and without clothes, how could I resist?"

"Beast! All you had to do was examine the corpse!"

"What I do is none of your business, get lost!"

After some shoving, Qin Yuesheng saw an old man storm out of the house angrily, yelling back inside, "You’re the worst veterinarian I’ve ever seen in my life!"

As the man slammed the door with force, it banged loudly against the doorframe, making quite a noise.

Qin Yuesheng quickly hid in the shadows, watching the angry old man leave the place.

"What’s going on? An autopsy in the middle of the night," Qin Yuesheng wondered but didn’t dwell on it. He emerged from his hiding spot and continued running towards the morgue.

The architecture of the morgue was quite distinctive, and upon approaching, Qin Yuesheng saw the open gate of the morgue with faint firelight coming from inside.

He jumped over the courtyard wall, landing in the courtyard in an instant, and saw a man in white holding a torch moving inside the main hall of the morgue. As soon as Qin Yuesheng landed, the man immediately turned his gaze in his direction.

For a moment, their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly turned murderous. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

At this moment, anyone appearing in the morgue was not a kind person.

Qin Yuesheng pushed his thumb against the sword hilt, slowly sliding the fine iron blade out of the scabbard, the moonlight reflecting on the iron blade with a flash of its edge.

Sun Xianghe squinted at Qin Yuesheng. He had been ranked thirty-first on the Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List for two or three years, known for his skill with a whip, earning him the nickname ’The Infinite Iron Whip.’ His strength lay in the Fourth Layer of the Internal Power Realm.

This time, he came to Cyan Yang City to investigate the downfall of the Fierce Tiger Gang, fully entrusted by Wang Tao to manage this matter.

Qin Yuesheng couldn’t hide his murderous aura, and Sun Xianghe instantly sensed it. He touched behind his waist, and in the blink of an eye, a whip purely made of iron threads and embedded with barbs appeared in his hand.

The whip’s handle was a solid copper octagonal prism, and within the hollow iron ball at its end were three small iron balls. Whenever Sun Xianghe swung the whip, it would jingle clangingly, marking his signature style.

"It seems you were the one who took action against the Fierce Tiger Gang, and now you’re here again. You must have your sights set on something big," Sun Xianghe said, shaking his wrist to unfurl the whip on the ground. As he gradually began to swing it, the iron whip struck the ground with resounding cracks.

Qin Yuesheng remained silent, exploding into action in an instant.

The dazzling two-zhang-long blade energy slashed fiercely downward, splitting the entire hall of the morgue from roof to interior right in two. The tiles and wooden beams shattered and exploded under the blade’s energy, raining down on the ground like a storm.

Sun Xianghe suddenly swung the iron whip above his head, swirling it into circles. His Inner Strength quickly gathered overhead, transforming into a Tai Chi Diagram, deflecting all the falling debris in all directions.

Bam!

In an instant, blade energy collided with Tai Chi.

A tidal wave of energy erupted. The ground beneath Sun Xianghe’s feet instantly caved in, cracks like a spider web rapidly spreading under his feet.

Buzz!

As Tai Chi spun, it shattered the blade energy, dissipating the entire blade’s momentum into the air.

"Take this!" Sun Xianghe shouted, leaping forward as he swung the whip like a lengthy snake probing the sea towards Qin Yuesheng’s direction. The whip must weigh a hundred pounds, and for Sun Xianghe to wield it with such ease and finesse, his strength must not be underestimated.

The iron whip twisted S-shaped in mid-air, resembling a giant flying python. Qin Yuesheng immediately drew a second sword, advancing with dual blades towards the incoming whip.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As the fine iron sword collided with the iron whip, Qin Yuesheng felt a torrent of shock surge continually into his palms. This whip was peculiar, containing three layers of hidden force like tidal waves with each crack, truly extraordinary.

If it were anyone else, they would surely suffer under Sun Xianghe’s iron whip.

But Qin Yuesheng possessed the strength of nine horses and a half. So far, when it came to competing in force, he had never feared anyone.

He crossed his dual blades in an X-pattern, catching the barbs on the whip’s surface with the knife edges, firmly hooking the iron whip, preventing Sun Xianghe from pulling it back.

Snap!

The iron whip instantly became taut, emitting a tense sound.

Sun Xianghe’s expression was surprised. He had practiced martial arts for many years, especially focusing on strength. Now possessing the strength of six horses, but facing Qin Yuesheng’s pull, he didn’t have the upper hand; instead, he was suppressed by the opponent.

Qin Yuesheng’s arm muscles bulged, and with a sudden forceful tug, the entire iron whip was pulled towards him. Just at this moment of formidable crushing, a large number of cracks suddenly appeared on the blades of his two fine iron swords. With a snap, both fine iron swords shattered, scattering into fragments on the ground.

Without the fine iron swords holding the whip, Sun Xianghe immediately pulled it back to him, wrapping it around his body like a nimble snake.