Stronger with Crimson Modifier-Chapter 98: Clash

If anyone else had said this, he would have made them pay dearly.

But, of all people, the one who said it was Hu Qi.

"According to our records, your mother betrayed the Shexin Sect over a decade ago to join the Sealed Wolf Sect. The reason was that she fell in love with a disciple from the Sealed Wolf Sect."

Hu Qi’s expression was also strange.

He had assumed the man’s mother had met with some kind of accident.

He hadn’t expected something so melodramatic.

The Sealed Wolf Sect was another Middle-tier School, and its relationship with the Shexin Sect was average at best.

As for the matter of betraying one’s sect,

the Shexin Sect naturally couldn’t tolerate it. They directly revoked her Snake Form Posture.

In short, she was beaten to death. As for that disciple from the Sealed Wolf Sect, he was beaten and crippled.

Faced with this situation,

Song Jian was clearly having a hard time accepting it.

Even his father, sitting beside him, felt the same.

During this period,

the man had also met with Hu Qi a few times.

Hearing there was news of Song Jian’s mother, he had naturally waited at home, never expecting this to be the outcome.

Faced with this situation, Hu Qi didn’t know how to offer any comfort.

After finishing the plate of two-headed Exotic Beast snake stew, he prepared to leave.

Since it was already late, Song Jian, having composed himself, decided to drive Hu Qi home personally.

Hu Qi didn’t refuse the offer.

「 ... 」

The night was as black as ink, as if the thick liquid had stained the entire land.

The car drove along the empty road. The windows were halfway down, letting in a gentle night breeze.

Perhaps because of what had happened earlier, Song Jian was silent the whole way, and Hu Qi didn’t speak either.

He closed his eyes slightly, feigning sleep as he leaned against the soft leather seat.

In the somewhat silent atmosphere, the only sound was the soft friction of the tires on the road.

One by one, the dim yellow streetlights gave off a faint glow.

The heavily shadowed trees in the darkness were like silent guards, quietly watching the vehicle drive away.

Song Jian gripped the steering wheel. Although his eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his gaze was clearly absent-minded.

This road was rarely traveled.

Only the car’s headlights tore through the darkness, illuminating the winding road ahead.

Suddenly,

a white figure abruptly appeared on the empty road ahead.

The figure’s appearance was extremely sudden, without any warning.

Song Jian didn’t have time to think. He slammed on the brakes and violently turned the steering wheel, trying to swerve.

SCREECH!

The tires locked up, and the sharp sound of braking instantly pierced the night’s silence.

But they were too close. Even though he had slammed on the brakes, the car’s inertia sent it skidding sideways into the figure.

Seeing this, Song Jian’s pupils constricted.

However, the scene he imagined—the person being sent flying by the car—did not happen.

The person simply held out a hand against the front of the car.

BANG!

In an instant,

the car felt as if it had hit a solid, thick wall. The windshield instantly shattered, and the front of the car caved in.

At the same time,

with a loud BANG, the airbags deployed from the steering wheel and dashboard like white lotuses, rapidly inflating to fill the space in front, forming a solid barrier.

The surface of the airbags trembled, and a hazy smoke rose from them, caused by the rapid release of gas from within.

Song Jian’s body, which had been lurching forward, slammed into one.

The rear of the car was thrown high into the air by the inertia before crashing back down with a loud THUD.

It finally came to a stop.

CLICK!

From the side, Hu Qi, holding his Sword Bag, opened the car door and stepped out.

Hu Qi, who had been sitting beside Song Jian, had already opened his eyes the moment Song Jian slammed on the brakes.

He had taken in the entire scene.

His gaze fell upon the person before them.

It was a woman wearing a white t-shirt, short denim jeans, and a monkey-face mask. She carried a longsword on her back.

Obviously, anyone who could stop a speeding car with one hand was no ordinary person.

’Either a Black Blood Species or a Secret Martial Artist.’

Compared to the former, Hu Qi leaned toward the latter.

The feeling she gave off was different from that of the cold and sinister Black Blood Species.

Moreover, she was clearly here to cause trouble for him; he could tell from the way her gaze had been locked on him since she appeared.

"You’re Hu Qi?"

Han Luan spoke faintly, her eyes sizing up the man before her.

After running into a wall with Helinta earlier, she hadn’t immediately returned to the Holy Rain Sect. Instead, she had decided to find this person and ask him about the situation.

However, she didn’t get an answer.

Hu Qi merely glanced at her before his figure shot toward the sidewalk to the side.

"Hm? Interesting. But do you really think you can escape?"

Han Luan chuckled. With a single movement, she crossed several dozen meters in an instant, rapidly chasing in the direction Hu Qi had fled.

Left behind in the car was Song Jian, his face bleeding from cuts caused by glass shards.

Watching their figures disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, his expression was complicated.

He looked again at the caved-in front of the car, and a fiery glint flashed in his eyes.

’A Secret Martial Artist?’

Before, he had only heard about how powerful Secret Martial Artists were.

Now, after witnessing it firsthand, it was as if a fire had been lit in his heart, making him crave the power of a Secret Martial Artist even more.

He was powerless to help Hu Qi’s situation and could only pray for him silently.

After all, he was just an ordinary person who practiced a Fighting Technique; there was nothing he could do.

「 ... 」

Hu Qi sped through the dim alleyways, trying to use them to shake off his pursuer.

However, as time went on, the woman’s figure drew ever closer, causing Hu Qi’s expression to turn uglier.

From the moment they’d met, his keen senses had detected an intense pressure coming from her.

It was a feeling he had only ever experienced from his Second Senior Sister, Helinta. As for their Sect Leader, Jiang Zuo, all he felt from him was an unfathomable depth.

The aura and pressure from the figure before him were similar to Helinta’s, making it highly likely that she was also a member of a Martial Arts Family.

Understanding this was the reason he had chosen to flee without hesitation.

SWOOSH!

Suddenly, the sound of something tearing through the air came from behind him.

Noticing it, he dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack by a hair’s breadth.

But the sharp sword light still easily tore a sizable gash on Hu Qi’s body.

’I’d like to see just how strong a so-called member of a Martial Arts Family really is!’

Feeling the pain from his body,

Hu Qi realized he couldn’t escape and stopped.

The moment the thought crossed his mind,

the dense Qi Blood Ball in his chest abruptly swelled and burst.

In an instant, his heart, which had been beating steadily, suddenly began to pound violently, emitting a dull THUMP-THUMP-THUMP.

At that moment, a ferocious and unrivaled power filled his entire body.

CLANG!

His Long Saber left its sheath, transforming into a falling meteor as he slashed directly behind him.

It collided with the incoming sword light.

Seven Evils Saber, full power, Third Layer, Age Fiend.

A blast of incomparably violent Evil Energy surged out, rushing straight for Han Luan’s mind.

Because she had previously suffered an attack from Helinta, Han Luan’s mind was already slightly injured.

Now, under the assault of the Evil Energy, the concentrated power of the Seven Evils Saber was a cut above pure killing intent.

CLANG!

The saber and sword clashed, erupting in a shower of brilliant sparks. Under the impact of the immense force, a piercing metallic screech rang through the air.

The solid concrete ground beneath their feet cracked.

The next moment,

blood sprayed through the air.

Hu Qi’s body trembled, and he was sent flying backward.

Just before hitting the wall behind him, he flipped, kicked off its surface, and easily vaulted over the three-meter-high wall, disappearing into the alley.

Meanwhile, Han Luan swayed, a dazed look in her eyes, but she recovered after only a second or two.

DRIP!

A drop of crimson blood dripped from her palm to the ground.

Han Luan looked at her wrist, where a long, thin cut had appeared.

But in just a moment, the wound began to slowly heal.

"I actually got injured."

She murmured softly, her expression incredibly grim.