Chapter 1: The Mysterious Light

Liu Xu showed no signs of fear; his years of experience at the bottom of society had already taught him how to face challenges, even though he did not know who the other party was

Liu Xu's expression remained indifferent, exuding a chill that penetrated to the bone. The silhouette drawn out under the light was slender, appearing exceptionally lonely

Mom! I have come to see you! After about three or four minutes, Liu Xu blinked his eyes, shaking off the rainwater from his eyebrows

The sound of two sharp weapons piercing flesh echoed, blood gushed from the throat, and the man attempted to see fear in Liu Xu's eyes

The rain continues to fall, the sound of distant thunder has faded, and the dilapidated buildings have returned to tranquility, as if nothing has happened

He could see the dagger in the other person's hand, and the eyes that revealed no hint of emotion. Liu Xu was clear that the other party had come to kill him

Liu Xu's foresight of danger is remarkably precise, and there is certainly danger present in the surroundings. Liu Xu's left hand seems to rest casually on the left side of his pants.

Liu Xu's hair scattered across his face, pushed aside by the rainwater, revealing his full appearance: dazzling black eyes, a straight nose, and a profile as if chiseled by a knife, with sharp angles yet not lacking in softness. Lying quietly, he appeared even more cold and icy.

The rain fell heavier and heavier, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and two corpses were slowly growing cold, as raindrops splashed onto Liu Xu's face

Liu Xu's pace, though slow, is remarkably steady, and the wind gently stirs his clothing, revealing its rough texture

Liu Xu's figure remained still; neither his physique nor his age could compare to that of his opponent. He chose to wait for the opportune moment, studying the same martial arts used in the military, which emphasize a single, decisive strike.

The rain continued to fall, but Liu Xubing's cold body had vanished. It is unknown how much time had passed again when a group of people dressed in black arrived in front of the building

three meters

The attack launched was surprisingly sharper than that of someone who had undergone rigorous training, as he watched the dagger heading straight for his heart

Boom

It is indeed a military march, simple and swift, yet infused with formidable strength, imparting a profound sense of oppression to the enemy

The figure ahead did not speak, but quickly charged towards him, and a glimmer of brilliance flashed in Liu Xu's indifferent eyes

With an expressionless face, he quietly drew a small dagger measuring about 5 to 6 inches from his pants, concealing it within his palm

After finishing his sentence, Liu Xu stood quietly, without a word, his gaze as indifferent as ever, cold and icy.

The man's lips first revealed a hint of a smile, which then widened infinitely, his body weakly falling backward, a small dagger embedded in his left chest, with strands of fresh blood oozing out

Pfft

The luster of the clothing's exterior has been washed away, and the material of the garment is almost completely visible. Worn by Liu Xu, there is not the slightest sense of wear; it is all concealed beneath the indifference that envelops him.

The man who came to attack was clearly taken aback, completely unprepared for the sharp resistance from the boy who was around twenty years old

Even in death, one must bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent! Moreover, it is not necessarily oneself who will die!

Time quietly passes, and without knowing when, the sound of rain suddenly arises along with the rumble of thunder. If someone were to look out the window, they would surely be able to see it

As the opponent approached rapidly, at the moment the opponent swung their arm, Liu Xu also began to wield the dagger in his hand, executing no unnecessary movements, merely a simple thrust, aimed with impeccable accuracy at the opponent's heart.

It creates an illusion of space, indifference and warmth

As the sky gradually darkened, Liu Xu's footsteps remained unhurried, marked by an extraordinary calmness, his indifferent face gazing at the old building where he resided

Not retreating may lead to death, but it will not be in vain

For a moment, two beams of light seemed to be at a standstill, as if neither could overcome the other, suspended in the air, yet seemingly communicating, before shooting downwards.

Step

A frown appeared, and a hint of doubt emerged in the indifferent eyes; the once familiar rental apartment now felt somewhat strange, exuding an air of danger

In the end, he was disappointed; Liu Xu's gaze revealed a maturity that was incongruent with his age, cold and indifferent, showing no change even when a blade grazed his throat

Bang

Step! Step! Step!

... ...

Liu Xu's eyes sparkled with calmness, determination, and the martial arts of learning, embodying an unstoppable force, a lethal strike, where retreat would inevitably lead to death

It seems as if he does not regard any matters of the world, possessing a sense of transcendence; it is not that he has abandoned the world, but rather that the world has forsaken him

With each step taken, standing tall, Liu Xu slowly walked towards the outside of the cemetery. After he left, one could see the photo on the tombstone, which depicted a woman with a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. Even through the photograph, it could evoke a sense of warmth.

In the summer, the sky was somewhat gray and drizzly. In a cemetery on the outskirts, Liu Xu walked with a cold expression, a place that was originally melancholic

The two beams of light shot downwards precisely to the spot where Liu Xu and the stranger had met their demise, striking Liu Xu's corpse with unerring accuracy

In the pitch-black sky, two beams of light continuously collide, one purple and the other multicolored. With each collision of the two streams of light, a sound akin to muffled thunder is produced

Who are you

Time passed slowly, about half an hour later, Liu Xu's body trembled slightly as he shook off the rainwater on him, walking silently towards the outside of the cemetery, murmuring softly: "Mom! Xu'er is going back!"

Uncle Wang, who taught him martial arts, once said: "When facing a stronger opponent, you must strike decisively! Otherwise, it will surely be you who dies"

In the eyes of the other party, however, he was rendered speechless with fear, after all, he was merely a youthful boy of around twenty years old. There was not a trace of compassion in the man's eyes; perhaps, in his view, Liu Xu was merely a prey.

Liu Xu's expression grew increasingly indifferent, showing no signs of retreat. In this situation, as long as he took a step back, he would lose all will to resist, and it would mean his death

All around is silent, and no one knows that a test of death is taking place here

Two meters

The man's lips curled into a hint of mockery and disdain; he did not believe that the other party would not retreat in the face of death. The dagger in his hand was aimed directly at Liu Xu's throat

Taking a few steps forward, Liu Xu stopped and asked indifferently, "There is a flickering light ten meters ahead, and a figure has appeared, which is evidently a man based on his physique"

Ah!

With steady steps, moving forward, leaving shallow footprints in the soil, containing a certain melody, as if embodying a delicate rhythm

Liu Xu tightened his grip on the dagger, his eyes shining brighter than ever, waiting for the decisive strike, his whole body brimming with power.

The footsteps moved forward once again, the brows furrowed sharply, and the ominous feeling in the heart intensified, having navigated through society for several years

one meter

However, for Liu Xu, there was not the slightest display of emotion; this was not a facade, but rather a form of heartfelt indifference

He is a man

Upon seeing the already cold corpse on the ground, a hint of unusual color appeared on the face, and then several men in black pulled the body onto a vehicle and drove off into the distance