Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 513: The First-Kill Frenzy

Upon hearing Qin Ming’s words, cold sweat poured down Baroque’s forehead. His expression tightened, and he instinctively took a step back.

He had nearly been killed by those four homing Hadokens—and now? He had zero desire to keep fighting.

After that so-called "brief exchange"—no, it didn’t even qualify as a fight; it was a one-sided beatdown—Baroque fully realized something:

He wasn’t on the same level at all. There was no fight to be had. It was suicide.

Forget about him—even the terrifying Vega himself might not be able to defeat this monster. fгeewebnovёl.com

Run. I have to run. Now!

Baroque’s pupils shrank. With a sudden slash of his claw, he whipped up a massive cloud of dust.

Using the smokescreen, he turned and bolted without hesitation, relying on his top-tier speed to escape.

Vaulting over obstacles! Dodging between cars! He ran in full parkour mode, and in the blink of an eye, he had dashed over dozens of meters away.

But just as he turned to glance back—hoping to see if Qin Ming was chasing—a fierce gale howled toward him.

A crimson mist surged forward like a tidal wave, sweeping through the street at lightning speed. Everything in its path was shredded instantly.

WHSSHH! The blood mist engulfed everything.

Seeing the wave coming, Baroque reflexively raised his arms to block—only for his eyes to widen in shock.

Within the thick blood mist, a shadow suddenly materialized out of thin air.

Before he could even react—BAM!—a fist struck him at point-blank range.

Killing Intent Wave Boost—Power!

BOOM!

A blastwave exploded in every direction.

Qin Ming’s punch pierced straight through Baroque’s chest. With a twist of his powerful arm, he lifted Baroque into the air.

Baroque dangled from Qin Ming’s arm, coughing up blood from his mouth and nose. He had been completely overpowered in one strike.

Qin Ming looked at him coldly, his expression utterly impassive.

"You really thought you had the right to comment on my looks? Pretty boy."

HUMMMMM—BOOM!

Before Baroque could even lift a hand to retaliate, the blood on Qin Ming’s arm suddenly detonated.

The violent shockwave shredded Baroque’s body into four bloody chunks midair.

Before the pieces could even hit the ground, the suspended blood instantly swirled and reformed—once again wrapping tightly around Qin Ming’s arm.

A full-power attack. A one-hit kill.

Qin Ming clenched his fist, absorbing the blood back into his body.

After a quick glance around, he turned and shot upward—transforming into a stream of blood mist that streaked toward the sky.

With the enhancement of multiple powerful abilities, Qin Ming was no longer the same fighter from the King of Fighters world.

Now, even if he were to go toe-to-toe with Goenitz in his prime, he was confident in his ability to win.

And because of his unique combination of skills, he had a terrifying edge in first encounters.

Killing Intent Wave. Vajra Body. Homing Hadoken. Blood Mist Form.

These four powers worked in perfect synergy. Against opponents unfamiliar with his abilities, very few could survive his sudden burst attacks.

Just imagine: you’re fighting him, finally dodge his Hadoken—only to see it circle back and hit you again.

You panic and dodge again... and when you look up, the Qin Ming who was a hundred meters away is suddenly gone.

Blood mist fills the air.

Before you can even process what’s happening, a giant hand emerges from the fog and decks you on the spot—game over. Who could possibly react to such a bizarre and deadly combo?

Baroque’s strength was by no means weak. Even if he wasn’t among the top-tier elites, he was still a solid first-rate fighter—not some pushover.

Unfortunately, he knew absolutely nothing about Qin Ming’s abilities. He’d focused all his energy on defending against those bizarre homing Hadokens...

How could he have known that Qin Ming’s most dangerous power wasn’t the Hadoken at all—it was close-quarters combat!

Just one moment of carelessness, and he was struck head-on by a fist infused with Killing Intent Wave. Instant death.

Honestly, he was already considered lucky. At least Qin Ming hadn’t used the secret finisher he’d developed himself—Shun Goku Satsu!

If he had, Baroque wouldn’t have just taken one punch... he would’ve been combo-deleted.

.....

When Qin Ming returned to the upper-level hotel suite, he found that Chun-Li had already put her clothes back on.

He instinctively clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Hearing this sound, Chun-Li’s face turned slightly red. She gave him a sideways glance but said nothing.

Though it was obvious the guy in front of her was no saint—he might’ve even peeked while she was bathing—he had just saved her life.

Grateful and composed, Chun-Li clasped her fists together and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for saving me."

Seeing how serious she was, Qin Ming immediately mirrored the gesture with perfect form.

"It was nothing. Just lending a hand."

The moment Chun-Li saw his gesture, her eyes lit up.

"You’re Chinese too?!"

"I am."

"I never imagined I’d meet a top-tier martial artist from our homeland in a place like this. What a stroke of fortune! Honestly, Qin-sensei, you’re even stronger than the rumors say."

"Of course. I didn’t upgrade my Golden Seal rank, so the system gave me a starting status way below my true strength."

"...What?"

"Nothing important. Miss Chun-Li, right? To be honest, the reason we’re here is because we’re targeting Shadaloo. That’s why we came straight to you the moment we noticed you were being followed. Do you have any intelligence on Shadaloo? If so, I’d appreciate it if we could share."

Since the connection had already been made, Qin Ming naturally wasn’t going to let it go to waste. He smoothly slipped into the team.

Teaming up with Chun-Li wasn’t a bad idea at all. Setting aside her martial arts skills, her identity alone was a huge advantage—she was an Interpol officer, after all!

Having her gather intel for him would save Qin Ming the trouble of blindly stumbling around trying to locate Shadaloo’s movements.

It had nothing to do with Chun-Li’s impressive figure—absolutely not!

As that thought crossed his mind, Qin Ming instinctively lowered his head... and looked at Chun-Li’s legs.

So did Kasamoto Eri and Mai Shiranui beside him. Mai’s eyes were full of envy. Eri, on the other hand, was clearly starting to get some ideas.

But Qin Ming was safe—he was wearing sunglasses, so Chun-Li didn’t even realize he was staring.

Kasamoto Eri, however, wasn’t so lucky—she wasn’t wearing any shades. So when her gaze lingered, Chun-Li quickly noticed and grew a bit flustered. She instinctively grabbed the hem of her skirt to shield herself.

Possibly misunderstanding the situation, Chun-Li quickly offered an explanation.

"These are from my family’s special leg training techniques."

Kasamoto Eri nodded earnestly. "I understand, I understand. By the way, Chun-Li, can your legs crush a watermelon? What about a skull?"

Chun-Li froze for a moment. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Eri.

Eri, realizing what she’d just blurted out, panicked. Without thinking, she turned and pointed right at Qin Ming.

"He asked me that first!!"

Now it was Qin Ming’s turn for his eyes to widen in shock.

(End of Chapter)