Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 635: Showing Them What True Fear Is

The guards shouted in horror and charged desperately, fueled by panic rather than bravery.

The first tried to block Han Yu with a shield. The shield might as well have been paper. Han Yu's dagger arced through the guard's face, burying itself in an eye socket. The man screamed and fell backward.

Han Yu let go of the dagger and turned to the next.

A fist smashed against the guard's skull. Bone cracked like brittle wood. The man dropped instantly.

Another guard attempted to stab Han Yu's ribs. Han Yu slapped the wrist aside and brought his hand down in a sharp chop. The man's neck emitted a sickening snap as he collapsed.

The last guard tried to flee.

Han Yu kicked him square between the legs.

A sound escaped the man's throat that was not human.

He folded to the ground, twitching.

Han Yu then planted his foot on the man's skull and pressed down.

The skull burst like a rotten melon, spraying red and white across the pavement.

The crowd recoiled collectively. Even those hardened by the town's rough life felt their stomachs twist.

Elder Bai wiped blood from his lips, staring in disbelief.

The spear cultivator trembled, trying to regain his stance.

Han Yu rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck.

"Now that the warm up is over," he said in a conversational tone, "shall we continue, or would you like to run away first?"

Elder Bai's jaw clenched.

Fear finally flickered in his eyes as the Eight Emotions Energy wisps flew out of his body.

The spear cultivator took one step back, blinking rapidly, fear and shock in his heart.

Han Yu watched them both with the calm of a man evaluating two insects.

This was exactly what he wanted.

He had killed guards who attacked him, in broad daylight, surrounded by witnesses, while dressed as a commoner.

He had created the perfect narrative.

He had not provoked them, yet they attacked.

He defended himself.

This was all the justification he needed for the real goal.

The complete destruction of the Birch Leaf Merchant Clan.

He smiled faintly, his eyes icy.

"Come then," he murmured. "Let us finish this properly."

Everyone watching now wondered just who this man really is to kill everyone without even an ounce of hesitation. He reaped lives like cutting weeds.

This was most certainly not a common mercenary, this was more along the line of an expert assassin.

Elder Bai who had suspected the rival clans might have sent Han Yu become even more sure. Except what he had not expected was that their intention wasn't just to humiliate them. If that was it, Han Yu would have just beaten them like before.

But he was killing them freely. This was far more crazy. This was more than enough to invoke the authorities of the government.

Now Han Yu wasn't just a mercenary, he was a murderer!

This was no longer a matter of normal rivalry and humiliation, this was a blood feud!

Han Yu walked towards the two Core Condensation Realm cultivators, and subtly threw Soul Needles towards them stunning them in place. Though it might not have even been needed as they were already frozen from fear.

"You are all so naïve..." Han Yu shook his head.

WHOOSH

Before they can even fully comprehend his words though, Han Yu appeared beside the weaker core condensation realm cultivator with a single leap.

He gripped the man's trachea, and ripped it out before the man could even make a move.

SQUELCH

The man flailed as the effect of Soul Needle faded, but Han Yu just grabbed the mans spear and pressed his head upon it.

SHLICK

The spear passed straight from his jaw to the top of his skull, killing him instantly.

Elder Bai's remaining guards were already corpses scattered across the dirt road. Some lay twisted, some sprawled, some folded in impossible angles. None of them had died gently. The air itself seemed to tremble with the aftermath of the massacre.

People who had been peeking from doors and windows were now choking back screams, clutching their children or collapsing onto the ground.

A few vomited behind stalls. A few fell into prayer. A few simply ran, stumbling over themselves in terror.

They had just watched a man dismantle an entire squad of guards as if swatting flies!

Elder Bai was pale to the lips, sweat rolling down his face, staring at the thing in front of him that looked human, moved like a human, but acted nothing like one.

Han Yu dusted off his hands as if he had spilled flour on himself.

Then he lazily turned his head toward Elder Bai.

The man froze.

His legs should have moved. His instincts should have taken over. But the Soul Needle em bedded into his meridians held him like a statue. He felt every ounce of panic in his chest, but his body refused to obey him.

"W… who… who are you…?" Elder Bai whispered, voice quivering like a drowning man's last breath.

Han Yu stepped toward him with a casual, unhurried stride.As if strolling toward a chair rather than a human being.

"You really want to know?" Han Yu said softly.

Elder Bai's knees trembled—psychologically, since physically he couldn't move. "Th… this… this is madness… you are destroying an entire clan's guards… do you know what you're doing…?"

Han Yu smiled in a way that made several onlookers collapse onto their knees.

"My friend," he said, "this is nothing. This is just a warm-up."

A cold sweat broke out over Elder Bai's entire body.

Han Yu reached him in a single step and placed a hand on the man's shoulder lightly, almost friendly. Then his fingers tightened. The pressure spread down Elder Bai's arm and—

Crack.

The arm folded at a wrong angle. The bone didn't pierce anything, didn't tear through skin, but the limb simply bent like wet bamboo. The pain shot through Elder Bai's whole body like lightning.

A strangled scream burst out of him.