Chapter 119: I don't kill nobodies (Part 1)
While Bang and King were living a life of leisure, a special guest arrived in Z-City.
*Sigh*
On the bustling street, a lean man with sharp eyes, dressed in a snakeskin suit, was wandering aimlessly. He was none other than the A-Class hero, the "tail-ender"—Snakebite Executioner Zhang Yida. Ah, it's Snek.
Snek, a thin cigarette dangling from his mouth, his hands in his pockets, was sweeping his gaze around, patrolling the street. Suddenly, his body stiffened, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp as he fixed on the young man walking towards him.
The young man wore a black martial arts robe, commonly seen on Chinese martial artists. His appearance was resolute, his eyes sharp and radiant. His posture was as upright as a pine and as steady as Mount Tai. His demeanor was as calm as a deep abyss, like an undisturbed ancient well. Though young, he already possessed the presence of a great master.
"This is an extraordinary young man."
Snek's expression suddenly turned grave. His hands, taken from his pockets, were already curled into a snake-like posture. He looked coldly at the young man, "Mutaito, I knew you would come for me sooner or later." He spat out the thin cigarette with a 'chuff' and muttered, "A-Class heroes like #18 Empty Fist Wu Jing, #24 Armored Ninja, #26 Two-Finger Kato, and other rising stars of the martial arts world have fallen at your hands one by one. Is it finally my turn?"
He drew a circle in the air with his hands, adopting a stance. His sharp, eagle-like gaze locked onto the young man. He said with conviction, "Come, Mutaito. As a hero, I, Snek, have a responsibility to bring you to justice."
Mutaito frowned, looking at Snek. "Excuse me, how do I get to the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo?" he asked.
Indeed, this person was the A-Class bounty criminal—Mutaito. His purpose in coming to Z-City was to hunt down the three famous martial arts dojos in Z-City: the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo, the Mysterious Crane Martial Arts Dojo, and the dojo where Bang is located. However, after entering Z-City, he got lost on the bustling street. He unexpectedly noticed Snek's stable lower body and composed demeanor, realizing he was a martial artist who would surely know the location of the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo, so he specifically came to inquire.
"I didn't expect him to be quite the show-off!"
Snek was startled and said dejectedly, "You're not here to hunt me?" This script wasn't right! The martial artist hunter, Mutaito, wasn't interested in him? For some reason, he even felt a little disappointed.
Mutaito glanced at Snek indifferently. "I don't kill nobodies." Who was Snek anyway? A legal vanguard? Mutaito didn't know him, and he couldn't be bothered.
"Mutaito, don't look down on people! I, Snek, am a dignified A-Class hero... even if I'm at the very bottom, how could I be a nobody?" Snek, hearing this, became furious, gnashing his teeth. "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! We will settle this with our fists!"
Without another word, he lunged forward. His snake-headed hands darted out, attacking Mutaito's weak points all over his body from strange angles. His moves were vicious, and the killing intent from years of fighting surged towards the enemy like a terrifying tidal wave.
*Clash!*
When masters exchange blows, victory and defeat are decided in an instant. After a brief clash, Mutaito let out a light sigh, clapped his hands, and calmly walked away, leaving Snek, whose head was beaten into a pig's head, on the ground.
"Mutaito, wait a moment! Why... why didn't you kill me?"
Snek looked resentfully at the departing Mutaito. He knew that wherever Mutaito went, no martial arts master was spared; they would all be hunted down and killed. Why was he the only one to survive unscathed?
Mutaito's figure paused, and his cold voice came, "I said, I don't kill nobodies."
*Hmm, don't kill Big Point Zhang!*
Snek roared in grief and indignation, "Mutaito, you just wait for me! Thirty years the river flows east, thirty years the river flows west. Don't mock the middle-aged man in poverty. In the future, my martial arts achievements will definitely surpass yours. At that time, we will decide who is superior!"
Mutaito glanced indifferently at Snek. "Today, I learned that even middle-aged people have the right to shout, 'Don't mock the middle-aged man in poverty.' Hmm, an arrogant nobody."
The current problem is, how do I get to the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo?
...
The Turtle Martial Arts Dojo has a history of a hundred years, passed down to this day. It can be said to be an ancient sect, enjoying great fame in the martial arts world. The dojo master, Turtle Hermit, is a martial arts grandmaster admired by everyone in the martial arts world, and one of the senior directors within the Martial Arts Association, his martial arts skills renowned far and wide.
On this day, the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo was carrying out its daily training as usual. The dojo master, Turtle Hermit, with a stern expression, led a large group of his disciples in martial arts practice. Inside the spacious dojo, shouts of "Hmph" and "Ha" echoed.
The disciples of the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo, each wearing a loose white martial arts uniform, neatly and uniformly followed the old teacher at the front, practicing the dojo's fundamental technique—Turtle School Ki-Blast.
"No slacking off... Your chest should be out, your back straight... Your feet cannot spread apart... Correct your arm posture..."
Inside the dojo, the scolding voice of Turtle Hermit echoed.
*Bang!*
Just at this moment, the main door of the dojo suddenly shattered into pieces like broken glass, and a tall, slender figure slowly walked in.
"Who dares to cause trouble at the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo? Are you tired of living?"
The dojo's guard disciples immediately surrounded him, glaring angrily.
The tall, slender figure casually glanced at the numerous disciples and said coldly, "I am Mutaito. I have specifically come to challenge your dojo. Please enlighten me!"
Mutaito is his real name, and Wujian is his alias.
"Audacious madman, you're looking for..."
"So you are the scum of the martial arts world—Wujian! Hmph, you ignored the path to heaven and walked willingly into hell..."
"Today, we, the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo, will act on behalf of heaven and kill you, this..."
After Wujian announced his name, the disciples of the Turtle Martial Arts Dojo immediately burst into a furor, indignantly accusing Wujian and vowing one after another to act on behalf of heaven and capture him.
However, before their morally indignant words were even finished, they, accompanied by Wujian's afterimages, were sent flying out one by one. Their accusing voices abruptly stopped, and screams of agony immediately followed.
"Ah?!"
"My hands, my hands... I'm dying from the fall."
In an instant, the ground was covered with dojo disciples rolling around and screaming in agony.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill him!"
The remaining disciples roared and rushed forward with empty hands and bare fists.
*Clash, clash, clash!*
After a series of muffled thuds, there were almost no people left standing in the dojo.
"Only you are left."
Wujian looked quietly at the unperturbed Turtle Hermit.
Turtle Hermit smiled faintly and said, "To kill you, I alone am enough."
As his words fell, he rose. Turtle Hermit's originally composed and tranquil aura suddenly transformed into one as sharp as a blade. He lunged forward, his robes fluttering in the wind, rustling loudly.
*Clash!*
Wujian and Turtle Hermit exchanged blows, like adding fuel to the fire, suddenly boiling over. Wujian's palm strikes possessed the force of a thousand jun, his momentum like a rainbow. Turtle Hermit's fists were as heavy as mountains, towering like peaks. Inside the dojo, screams of agony and muffled thuds from their clashes intertwined. In the blink of an eye, Wujian and Turtle Hermit had exchanged hundreds of blows, evenly matched.
After a while, Wujian's gaze narrowed. "I've already seen through you. You can die now." His offensive instantly became even more brutal. His palm techniques abruptly transformed into fist techniques. Each move was precisely the Turtle School Ki-Blast fist technique that Turtle Hermit had just displayed. His fist shot out fiercely, viciously striking the throat of the unsuspecting Turtle Hermit. With a "crack," Turtle Hermit's pupils constricted, letting out a gurgling death rattle. His sturdy body went limp like noodles and was casually thrown to the ground by Wujian like a dead dog. Then, Wujian decisively turned and left, leaving behind a large pile of utterly terrified dojo disciples.
"Next, the master of the Mysterious Crane Martial Arts Dojo—Crane Hermit."
"Hmm? How do I get to the Mysterious Crane Martial Arts Dojo?"
The bewildered master once again wandered aimlessly on the bustling street.
(end of chapter)