White-Robed Chief-Chapter 1144: Brutal

"So it's you." Zhao Chun was attractive and appeared elegant as he sat in his armchair. However, his eyes were as cold as ice. He asked, "You're mad that I snatched your place, aren't you?"

Chu Li expressed, "It wasn't you who snatched my post as the Branch Leader, it was the Saint, but you shouldn't kill my people. As the Branch Leader, not only did you fail to protect your brothers in the branch, but you killed them. You regard life as worthless, you don't deserve to be the Branch Leader."

He said those words loud and clear. In addition, he activated his inner energy to extend his voice to those on the martial arts fields.

Once they heard the voice, they knew that it was Chu Li.

"Hehe, you don't get to tell me if I deserve this or not." Zhao Chun smiled as he shook his head. "Are you here to avenge their deaths?"

Chu Li responded, "I'm here to avenge their deaths!"

"Great!" Zhao Chun continued, "I've long heard of your reputation, you're a genius among all geniuses. It's unfortunate that you've only cultivated for two years, you're still far from me. I suggest that you leave while I'm still in a good mood."

Chu Li frowned at him and was unwilling to leave. "You're not really worth mentioning, but your tone is really something!"

"Mm…?" Zhao Chun scowled at him. "Did you say that I'm not worth mentioning?"

"Do you think that you're a master?" Chu Li scorned, "You're only looking at the world from the bottom of a well, you have no idea where you stand!"

"Looks like I shouldn't have been so kind to you," Zhao Chun responded coldly, "Since you don't appreciate my generosity, I'll show you what a master looks like!"

With that, he launched himself at Chu Li from the armchair like an arrow leaving its bow. In that instant, he swung his fist.

Chu Li countered it with his fist.

"Bam!" Zhao Chun was sent back to the armchair as fast as he left it.

Chu Li shook his head.

Zhao Chun looked at Chu Li hesitantly as he sat in his armchair.

Although he did not go all out, he almost gave all that he had, yet Chu Li was able to counterattack. Zhao Chun thought to himself, 'I must not underestimate this fella!'

Chu Li sneered. "That's all that you've got?"

"Again!" Zhao Chun left his seat, then took a big leap toward Chu Li and wielded his fist at him once more.

Chu Li swung his fist to resist the attack.

At that moment, Zhao Chun accumulated all his energy and was ready to block Chu Li's counterattack.

However, he did not expect Chu Li's fist force to be empty. Unable to control his forward motion, Zhao Chun immediately exerted all his force to come to a halt, but Chu Li suddenly attacked him with a strong fist force.

Consequently, the combination of his force and Chu Li's force sent him flying out of the main hall, where he landed on the steps outsides. Nonetheless, he managed to land firmly without being in an embarrassing state.

Chu Li jumped out of the doorstep and stood on the steps with his hands behind his back. He mocked, "How dare you kill my people when this is all you've got?!"

Zhao Chun who was enraged attempted another attack.

With one hand still behind his back, Chu Li launched a fist at Zhao Chun.

"Bam!" Zhao Chun flew over ten feet away like a kite with a broken string, then fell hard to the ground.

This time, Zhao Chun slid at least ten meters away after he landed.

Chu Li's fist force was extremely unusual. While it seemed like the force had dissipated, it suddenly appeared after Zhao Chun landed to drive him backward. It was humiliating.

Afterward, Zhao Chun flipped back up but looked fierce and tense. He shot frightening looks at Chu Li as if he regarded him as a dead man. Once again, Zhao Chun pounced.

Chu Li was indifferent. "You're too weak!"

Once Chu Li struck with his fist, Zhao Chun tumbled over ten feet away and slid at least ten meters away again. On top of that, Zhao Chun stopped exactly where he did earlier, which proved Chu Li's ability to control his inner energy accurately.

By then, the people from the martial arts field stopped to watch them.

Seeing that Chu Li had the upper hand while Zhao Chun was left in a shameful situation, the other disciples were thrilled. Nevertheless, they refrained from cheering out loud, lest Zhao Chun settled scores with them after.

Chu Li stood on the steps with his hands behind his back and shook his head. "How insensible. If you make another move again, don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Die!" Zhao Chun roared and attacked again. In mid-air, he shot a blade.

"Tss!" The flying blade moved as fast as lightning toward Chu Li.

Chu Li was unbothered. "What a joke!"

While he said that, he swung his hand, causing a cold light to shoot out from his fingers to Zhao Chun.

Zhao Chun managed to dodge his blade.

Of course, he was aware of the profoundness of Zhao Dahe's Light Blade. He did the opposite on purpose by using the Light Blade too, hoping that it would miraculously cause a reversed effect that could kill Chu Li.

That being said, Zhao Chun overlooked the fact that Chu Li foresaw his intentions. Chu Li attacked with his flying blades again.

The second Zhao Chun sighed a breath of relief, he noticed a cold light on his chest. He instantly moved backward but failed to avoid the attack.

"Tss!" The flying blade went along his chest and his throat, then finally cut his clothes, and slashed his face. As a result, blood splattered out.

Chu Li later played with the flying blades in his hand, which shone brightly as they reflected the sunlight. He remarked, "If it's not because of the church rules, I would've ended your life!"

Zhao Chun stood up to wipe his blood off his face and glared at Chu Li with hatred.

Deep down, he was appalled.

'Zhao Dahe's Light Blade is remarkable, I really underestimated him!'

Chu Li ordered, "Cripple yourself, don't let me do it!"

"Impossible!" Zhao Chun taunted, "Cripple me of my martial art if you dare!"

Chu Li scanned him from head to toe, then commented, "You're quite strong-willed."

He then shot a flying blade out.

Zhao Chun avoided it subconsciously, but another flying blade hit his shoulder soundlessly.

He moaned and scowled at Chu Li while pressing on his right shoulder.

Chu Li said, "I'd like to see how long you can take it!"

Next, he struck again.

Once more, Zhao Chun managed to dodge only one of the flying blades, thus his left shoulder was injured this time.

Blade after blade, Chu Li eventually attacked with energy blades instead. Due to the cuts on his body, Zhao Chun began bleeding everywhere as if he was undergoing the death of a thousand cuts[1]. In the blink of an eye, he was covered in blood, which was terrifying to look at.

Even then, Chu Li continued shooting blades at him with no intention to stop at all.

At last, Zhao Chun no longer tried to avoid his blades.

He knew that Chu Li would only cripple him of his martial art at most, as Chu Li dared not kill him or he would be crippled too.

Chu Li asked, "Before you came, you heard that I killed an Altar Leader, didn't you?"

"Hmph." Zhao Chun scoffed.

Certainly, he knew that Chu Li killed an Altar Leader, but he thought that Chu Li did it because of a woman. After being punished heavily, Zhao Chun was sure that Chu Li dared not kill someone from the same sect anymore. Besides, since Zhao Chun only killed his subordinates, he figured that Chu Li would not kill him.

Chu Li mentioned, "I won't kill you."

"I figured you don't have the guts to!" Zhao Chun mocked.

'If Zhao Dahe kills me, he'll die for sure. Even if he doesn't get punished because of the church rules, the higher management of the Holy Church of Light won't tolerate him.'

Chu Li said, "You may be exempted from a death penalty, but you won't escape your punishment. I'll cut your face until you become so hideous that people dare not look at you!"

"Don't you dare!" Zhao Chun yelled.

Chu Li uttered, "What do you think? Watch me!"

He shot another flying blade, where Zhao Chun was cut in his face again as he failed to react in time. Though the flying blade only brushed against his skin softly, it caused a deep cut.

[1] An old form of capital punishment