Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 506: Fist of Killing! Demon of Godslaying!

Touching his smooth, bald head, Qin Ming looked completely stunned.

He’d heard staying up late could cause hair loss—but this was the first time he’d heard that cultivation could do the same.

He definitely hadn’t seen any warnings that practicing Killing Intent Wave was bad for your hair! Or... was this a side effect of the Blood Buddha physique?

Damn those bald-headed monks, still trying to convert me! Always scheming—so this was one of their hidden traps!

Scowling, Qin Ming stood up while still rubbing his bare scalp.

Though his hair had suddenly disappeared, he actually felt amazing—like he had shed a great burden.

The inner turmoil that had plagued him—the agitation caused by conflicting powers—had finally been calmed.

After completely fusing with the Killing Intent Wave and storing it within his body, converting it into his own power, Qin Ming was no longer affected by all the chaotic energies he had forcibly crammed into himself.

If, in the beginning, he had relied on skills to forcibly control a power that didn’t belong to him, now he had developed a deep bond with that power. It was as if two complete strangers had become lifelong friends—mutually accepted, fully integrated.

More importantly, the torment he’d endured from all the killing intent had tempered his previously untrained psyche, elevating his mental state.

As the saying goes, a single epiphany can unlock all paths. Now that he had learned to truly master his first power, it was only a matter of time before he did the same with others.

And even if he couldn’t master them, the strength of will forged through this tempering meant that no power could easily influence him again.

In fact...

He closed his eyes, quietly sensing the changes in his body, then curled his lips into a slight smile.

He raised his arms and swiftly assumed the opening stance of military boxing—yet the aura that burst from him and surged outward in all directions wasn’t Killing Intent.

It was momentum. Pure fighting spirit. The presence forged by countless battles. The aura of a true martial artist.

Sensing this pressure, Akuma’s expression shifted. He instinctively dropped into his fighting stance, because a sudden sense of danger was flaring from Qin Ming.

This guy... his skill may be equal to mine. He’s... a Martial Arts Grandmaster?!

Boom!

With a thunderous impact, both of them launched forward at once! Their sweeping arms collided midair, and they clashed with overwhelming force, neither giving an inch!

Two powerful auras tangled together, equally matched, refusing to yield!

Qin Ming—who had fused the lingering killing intent and willpower of all the fallen assassins from Ansha Gate [暗杀门] into his own being—had pushed his fundamental fighting skill to S-rank!

And it was no longer just standard military boxing. It had evolved into a unique, personal style.

Fist of Killing!

No tricks, no techniques. Just a direct path to one thing—death. A supreme style born to take life, forged in endless slaughter.

A pure killing art, refined in blood and carnage.

With a flash of red light in his eyes, Qin Ming suddenly shifted his stance.

He launched straight into a relentless assault—no defense, no pause. Just pure offense, blow after blow, overwhelming in ferocity!

Faced with this relentless aggression, Akuma was actually forced to keep retreating!

Though he was called the Demon of Killing, Akuma was, at heart, a martial arts maniac—not a madman.

Facing Qin Ming’s relentless and frenzied assault, he still instinctively responded with defensive techniques. In truth, his style had always balanced offense and defense. He was simply someone obsessed with power, nothing more.

But compared to him, Qin Ming, who struck ruthlessly with every move—targeting vital points, attacking areas no one could afford to leave undefended, and ready to gamble both lives at any moment—seemed more like the real killing machine.

Amid the repeated sound of bam, bam, bam, the two exchanged dozens of blows. Qin Ming fought like a madman, while Akuma defended and waited for his openings. Neither was able to gain the upper hand.

Realizing he couldn’t break through Akuma’s defense with just his newly evolved martial arts skills, Qin Ming finally activated his ability.

Boom!

His body exploded into a mist of blood. Before Akuma could react, Qin Ming had already reformed behind him, his hand slamming into Akuma’s back and making him grunt in pain.

Just as Akuma turned to counter, Qin Ming once again exploded into blood mist, scattering in every direction.

Using the extreme mobility granted by his blood-mist form, Qin Ming weaved around Akuma, launching furious attacks from all sides.

He landed more than a dozen solid hits before Akuma erupted with a surge of energy that finally dispersed the mist.

As Qin Ming reformed in the distance, Akuma—who had now seen just how strange and inhuman his opponent’s abilities were—finally stopped holding back.

A suffocating killing intent erupted from his body as he unleashed his ultimate move:

Secret Technique: Shun Goku Satsu (瞬狱杀 – Instant Hell Murder)!

That familiar black aura once again engulfed the surrounding space, transforming it into a unique domain where time itself seemed to slow. Anything within it was dragged into sluggish motion.

Qin Ming, caught within this killing domain, narrowed his eyes as he saw Akuma leap forward, his body splitting into a flurry of shadows midair.

But in that moment, Qin Ming’s body also released a terrifying wave of power—

Killing intent! Blood-red killing intent!

Even more terrifying than Akuma’s!

It was the combined killing intent of all the assassins of Ansha Gate throughout history!

Secret Technique: Shun Goku Satsu (瞬狱杀 – Instant Hell Murder)!

This was the highest secret of the Ansha Gate—an ultimate move said to have been mastered by only a few across generations. And now, Qin Ming had also learned it!

Well—"learned" wasn’t quite right. What he had done was forcefully build it by absorbing the killing intent of countless masters.

One Moment, a Thousand Strikes VS One Moment, a Thousand Strikes!

Blood-red phantoms danced on one side. Black shadows flickered on the other.

Within this killing intent-infused domain, the two ultimate assassins of Ansha Gate launched a peak-level showdown!

They exchanged hundreds of blows in rapid succession until—BOOM!—a massive shockwave burst out as their clashing killing intents exploded.

The explosion tore the cavern apart, collapsing the entire mountain above them!

Amid a storm of flying rubble, Qin Ming tumbled and skidded to a stop.

He dropped to one knee, fingers gouging five deep claw marks into the rock beneath him as he slowed down.

After sliding more than ten meters, Qin Ming suddenly raised his head, staring at Akuma across from him.

He saw that Akuma had only been pushed back two steps and hadn’t been sent flying.

Qin Ming slowly stood up.

"No wonder you’re Akuma. I lost this fight," he admitted calmly. "I haven’t yet fully mastered my control over power. Next time we meet, I’ll challenge you again."

He pointed a finger at Akuma—then boom—his body exploded into blood mist once more and fled into the distance at lightning speed.

Akuma watched him go—but then his body suddenly shuddered.

The next second, a thin red line trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

In terms of technique, Qin Ming had lost—by half a move.

But in terms of raw power, Akuma had been overwhelmed.

That so-called half-human, half-demon body of his... still couldn’t match the terrifying bloodline power within Qin Ming.

His body trembling slightly, Akuma collapsed backward onto the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

And yet—though his body had clearly taken a fatal blow—his killing intent had not diminished. On the contrary, it continued to rise...

(End of Chapter)

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