Translator: CinderTL
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Hengguang Garden.
Today marked the seventh day since the Jin family's tragedy.
Although the murderer had yet to be brought to justice, the necessary proceedings continued as usual.
More importantly, today was a significant day for the Jin family—
the day of Lady Jin and Jin Haoxuan's funeral.
For this occasion, Liu Yacun, the Chief Prosecutor of the Guangzhou District Prosecutor's Office, had prepared early in the morning. Dressed in black, his expression solemn, he stepped out of his residence and took the elevator to the underground parking garage.
As a government official, he had to maintain a certain level of decorum.
His residence was within a housing complex designated for the families of prosecutors, unlike figures such as Han Shan or Jin Guangming, who lived in grand estates and villas.
Though he was more than capable of purchasing such properties—his wealth allowed him to buy multiple villas and mansions with ease—he preferred to keep those assets concealed.
Only after retirement, or in a different city, would he truly indulge in his wealth.
When the elevator reached the basement level, his driver and bodyguard were already waiting with the car.
The driver, having received prior notice, promptly stepped out of the vehicle and approached to escort Liu Yacun.
However, just as they reached the car and were about to board the rather modest sedan worth only a few hundred thousand, the bodyguard caught a glimpse of a shadow emerging from around a corner, twenty meters away.
At that exact moment—
A guitar case was tossed aside, and from within, a sharp sword shot into the air, soaring high above.
At the same time, the figure that had suddenly appeared launched forward like a spring.
Lean forward, step, accelerate, sprint!
From stillness to motion—swift as a thunderclap!
"Third Uncle, watch out!"
"Li Chunjun!?"
Both the bodyguard and Liu Yacun shouted in alarm.
Liu Yacun instantly recognized the man who had just emerged.
Li Chunjun!
The very culprit responsible for the brutal murders of Shen Zhengxian, Sun Yongxing, Lady Jin, and Jin Haoxuan, the mastermind behind fifty-nine homicide cases in Guangzhou!
Currently, he was the most wanted man in the city, pursued by its most powerful forces. Instead of hiding in the wilderness, he had the audacity to appear at the Prosecutor's Office itself!?
Whoosh!
As Liu Yacun and his bodyguard reeled in shock, Li Chunjun had already dashed forward.
In just three strides, he leaped into the air. With a swift motion, he caught the falling sword that had been ejected from the guitar case.
Before he even touched the ground, he spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, using the momentum to channel force through his entire body, all converging into his arm.
More precisely—
into the arm that now wielded the sword.
The moment his grip tightened, the blade became an extension of his body, accelerating with the force of his spin.
With a decisive throw, he launched the sword forward—
Slicing through the air like a bullet!
The piercing whistle of steel echoed as it tore through the bodyguard's arm—the very arm that had just reached for a gun.
Yes, a gun!
Although, as the Chief Prosecutor's bodyguard, he wasn't officially authorized to carry firearms, that didn't mean he couldn't get one.
Knowing that a ruthless killer like Li Chunjun was still at large, a man who had dared to assassinate members of the Jin family, Liu Yacun had personally expedited the issuance of the bounty on him to appease the Jins.
Given this situation, he would never leave his safety to chance.
Just a few days ago, he had procured a firearm for his bodyguard.
Not just any firearm, a custom-made handgun!
Compact, easy to conceal, yet devastatingly powerful.
Unfortunately—
It never even had the chance to be fired.
As a thrown sword pierced through the guard's arm midair, the intense pain caused him to lose his grip on the gun, sending it plummeting downward.
Liu Yacun's pupils shrank dramatically as he reacted.
Realizing that this was the same assailant who had fought evenly with Sun Yongxing, he immediately rushed toward the fallen firearm.
But at that moment, Li Chunjun, moving like a hunting leopard, had already crossed the remaining distance in a flash. When only three or four meters remained between them, he leaped forward once more, launching a soaring kick aimed directly at Liu Yacun's chin from below.
If this kick landed, it could easily shatter both his upper and lower jaw.
However, Liu Yacun hadn't become the Chief Prosecutor of Guangzhou's Local Prosecutor's Office by mere luck. He had once been a fierce and battle-hardened figure, his martial cultivation reaching the level of Inner Strength – Minor Accomplishment.
Though his years in power meant he rarely needed to fight personally—his commands were enough to get things done—the experience he had accumulated, along with his instinctive reaction to life-threatening danger, still allowed him to respond instantly.
He immediately retreated while channeling his strength into his palms. His hands overlapped and forcefully pressed down on Li Chunjun's incoming leg.
He intended to disrupt Li Chunjun's airborne attack, causing him to lose balance, allowing for a counterattack that could turn the tide in his favor.
However, he had severely miscalculated the sheer power behind Li Chunjun's kick.
The terrifying physique granted by Level 7 Life Enhancement, combined with perfected external martial arts, instantly shattered Liu Yacun's attempt at defense.
The violent force sent his arms flying aside, leaving him completely exposed as the kick continued toward his chin.
Danger!
At the brink of death, Liu Yacun reacted at his absolute limit, tilting his head back at the last possible moment. Li Chunjun's foot, sharp with force strong enough to tear skin, barely scraped past his chin and landed in empty space.
Yet before Liu Yacun could even catch his breath from escaping that deadly blow, Li Chunjun's foot, now in midair, suddenly swung downward like a raised battle axe, crashing down with the force of Splitting the Mountain.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
The sheer force instantly shattered several of Liu Yacun's ribs.
His chest caved in, his body thrown backward like a tattered sack, blood spewing from his mouth even before he hit the ground.
Meanwhile, Li Chunjun landed but wasted no time.
Like an arrow shot from a bow, he exploded forward once again, instantly closing in on Liu Yacun's airborne body.
This time, however, his target wasn't Liu Yacun himself.
It was the guard who was reaching for the fallen gun.
With his hands forming hard and soft palm strikes, he launched a devastating blow toward the guard's head.
This guard was no weaker than Sun Yongxing.
However, he had been preoccupied protecting Liu Yacun at the start and had never expected Li Chunjun to suddenly throw his sword. That was why his arm had been pierced.
Now, as Li Chunjun's palm strike came crashing down, the guard swiftly raised his arm, precisely blocking the incoming force.
The moment their energies collided, the guard, who had analyzed Li Chunjun's strength and thought he could withstand the blow, realized with horror that he had misjudged.
After just a few days of practicing swordsmanship, Li Chunjun had already grasped the essence of real and feigned attacks—a strike shouldn't always be straightforward.
The first palm strike landed with the weight of a thunderclap, sending the guard stumbling backward, breaking his defensive posture almost entirely.
But the second palm strike—light as a feather—slipped past the guard's blocking arm and shot forward like lightning.
One strike was real, and the other was feigned.
The first strike disrupted the guard's energy and balance, while the second strike effortlessly grasped the sword hilt still lodged in the guard's arm.
In the next instant—power erupted!
"Rip!"
"Aaaagh!"
Flesh and blood flew through the air as a piercing scream echoed in the underground chamber.
Gripping the hilt tightly, Li Chunjun viciously yanked, brutally tearing the guard's forearm nearly in half.
The ulna bone inside was instantly shaved apart by the sword's razor-sharp edge!
Even at his peak strength and in his prime, the unbearable agony of such an injury forced the guard to let out an uncontrollable scream.
His face, which had remained stoic even when his arm was pierced earlier, was now deathly pale.
"Swish!"
As he ripped the sword free, pushing the guard into a state of excruciating pain, Li Chunjun's blade flashed once more.
Like water splitting under a swift draw, his sword sliced cleanly across the guard's throat.
The scream—
Ended abruptly!
(End of the Chapter)
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