Huang Kui’s boss, who was using the advisor’s face, only had to say a word before the hitmen’s leader felt his heart sink.
The hitmen’s leader was covered in blood, and the Huang Kui concoction had started working while he ran, causing the snow-white skin on what was left of his face to flush red.
After drinking the Huang Kui medicine, he wouldn’t feel any pain or fatigue for three hours. But there was a very special process for mixing the medicine. Drinking a single sip of it would paralyze and poison the whole body, so other drugs had to be added to it in order for it to work.
Huang Kui’s guys would drink this medicine before battle, but only Huang Kui’s boss knew how to prepare it. This was also one of the invincible magic weapons Huang Kui had at its disposal, which came from the ethnic minorities all around Hunan. The only reason the person on Chen Pi’s back could show him the way earlier was because Huang Kui’s medicine still worked.
But Chen Pi’s knife was fatal. He either stabbed their knees and damaged their joints, or inserted it into their ears and killed them directly. In the face of this kind of fighting style, the Huang Kui medicine was completely useless. You’d die before you even felt any pain.
As a result, Huang Kui’s guys were terrified. Once they discovered that their habit of relying on the medicine was useless, they lost their footing. But when the flower drums sounded, the other Huang Kui guys were relieved to find that the responsibility now fell on the hitmen’s leader.
Chen Pi gasped, wiped the blood from his face, and watched as the Huang Kui guys made a path for him. The path ended up leading right to the hitmen’s leader, who kicked the corpses on the ground, rifled through their weapons, and finally picked up a short knife. With a short knife in each hand, he moved his wrists back and forth.
Huang Kui’s boss looked at Chen Pi, the man who had accidentally ruined everything. From this distance, he couldn’t even see Chen Pi’s facial expression, but it didn’t matter anymore. There was no denying that Chen Pi was very powerful. Based on the fact that he could kill so many Huang Kui members like this, it was easy to see that he wasn’t an ordinary person. But he only relied on instinct. In this world, there was something that was more important—experience. Experience was something that could make a world of difference when your opponent didn’t have it.
There were two reasons why hua qians loved to use short knives. One was that they were instinctively familiar with how people tended to move. For them, close quarter fighting and assassinations were as simple as using a long weapon. He had indirectly asked the hitmen’s leader about it one time. In the leader’s eyes, people were sticks, and their hands and feet were simply weapons on the stick. But in ordinary folk’s eyes, people were people, and whatever they held in their hands would be weapons.
This wasn’t a concept that could be learned with practice. In hua qians’ eyes, everyone’s movements were much more complicated than ordinary people could ever think of. And since they thought the same of themselves, they only needed a short knife.
The second reason was that they knew how to make trade-offs. They often got hurt, but the other party ended up dying a tragic death. This was because few people who practiced formal martial arts would intentionally receive an injury to make a move, but hua qians would.
To kill Chen Pi in the shortest amount of time, the hitmen’s leader needed to sacrifice an ear. Before that happened though, he’d have to get rid of the two short knives in his hand. It was only by doing this that Chen Pi would be able to get close to the leader and stab his ear.
Chen Pi would definitely end the battle like this, since stabbing the brain through the ear was a direct kill. It was Chen Pi’s habit, and the most surefire way for him to succeed. As long as his knife penetrated the leader’s ear, Chen Pi would immediately lower his guard.
As long as the hitmen’s leader didn’t die, that would be the moment Chen Pi died.
So, the most important thing was how to ensure that the hitmen’s leader wouldn’t die when Chen Pi stabbed his ear.
Huang Kui’s boss whispered something in one of the drum crawler’s ears and then had it swim across the river and crawl onto the leader’s back to whisper it to him. The hitmen’s leader nodded profusely and suddenly smiled. He then looked at Chen Pi, suddenly flipped his two knives upside down, scraped them against the back of his head, and forcefully cut his ears off.
Blood immediately started flowing down his neck, but the hitmen’s leader didn’t feel any pain at all. Without further ado, he threw his ears to the ground and rushed towards Chen Pi.
MereBear's Translation 
Ok then, now he is earless, can this get anymore gross.. ugh 🤢
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