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Chapter 13: "How Come You Have No Poison on You?"
The number of people on the field was dwindling.
Struggling to stay awake, Luo Yun barely lifted his head and said, "You two, go ahead."
Yu Sheng didn’t move but instead looked curiously at Luo Yun. "May I ask, can we use weapons?"
Seeing that he was addressing Yu Sheng, Luo Yun summoned a bit more energy, sized up the thin and empty-handed Yu Sheng, and responded, "Sure, feel free to use any."
"Okay, thank you."
Yu Sheng nodded seriously and then stepped onto the makeshift arena.
Meanwhile, the eliminated students were beating their chests and stamping their feet in frustration.
Damn it, weapons were allowed!
If only they had thought of that sooner, maybe they wouldn’t have suffered from their lack of strength!
After all, everyone was a student.
Being somewhat protected in the back was tolerable; at least they didn't need to engage in battle before their awakening, which led them to not immediately think about using weapons.
Once weapons were involved, it meant the fight could become dangerous.
On the other side, the one Zhao Zicheng kept talking about, Du Xu, was about to enter the arena. Hearing Yu Sheng's question, he paused mid-step, withdrew his foot, scanned the surroundings, and finally picked up a wooden stick from a pile of debris before entering the arena.
Surprisingly, Yu Sheng, who first raised the question, didn’t seem to consider this option.
Everyone looked at him as if he were a fool.
Wasn’t this simply handing an advantage to his opponent?
Despite his swollen face, Zhao Zicheng couldn’t help but take a deep breath and shout loudly, "Go Yu Sheng!"
"Don’t disgrace our No.2 High School!"
...
The fight began.
Given that Yu Sheng was a student of Liu Qingfeng and had previously shown no reaction to his own intimidation, Luo Yun had a slight interest in him. Smoking a cigarette, Luo Yun watched with a bit of enthusiasm.
But soon, his eyes widened in shock.
Even the cigarette ash falling on his clothes went unnoticed.
"Holy shit!" he exclaimed involuntarily.
Du Xu, whose name had spread across all three schools in Mobei due to Zhao Zicheng's wariness, had just raised the wooden stick in his hand when, in the next second, Yu Sheng charged into his embrace.
Despite Du Xu's robust physique, which starkly contrasted with Yu Sheng's slender frame, his body merely swayed slightly.
But before Du Xu could regain his stability, a razor blade appeared between the fingers of Yu Sheng's right hand.
The blade, severely worn on both sides, failed to reflect any light even under illumination, yet it was exceptionally sharp.
With a gentle swipe, Du Xu's wrist stung, and he instinctively released his grip on the wooden stick, stepping back while clutching his hand.
Like magic, the blade disappeared.
A dagger slid down from his sleeve into Yu Sheng's firm grasp. Resting his finger against the back of the blade to expose just over a centimeter of its edge, he repeatedly stabbed Du Xu.
This minimal one-centimeter distance was enough to cause pain but not severe injury.
However, the visual impact was shocking.
Blood continuously seeped from Du Xu's wounds, quickly staining his clothes in patches of red.
Du Xu looked somewhat bewildered.
Clearly puzzled that a mere assessment would escalate to the use of a knife.
But his renown in Mobei was not without reason.
Despite the pain, he clenched his teeth and fists, ignoring the dagger in Yu Sheng's hand and charged at him like a bear, aiming to pin him to the ground with brute force.
It was then that Luo Yun witnessed a scene that left him dumbfounded.
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Yu Sheng's expression remained calm as he decisively dropped the dagger to the ground, stepped back just once, and deftly dodged Du Xu's charge. He then slightly extended his right leg, causing Du Xu to fall heavily in his momentum.
Kneeling on Du Xu's back, Yu Sheng rolled up his sleeve.
Revealed was a crossbow, strapped to his arm and already cocked, ready to fire.
The crossbow instinctively aimed at Du Xu's back, but after a moment's hesitation, Yu Sheng put the crossbow away and instead delivered a punch to the back of Du Xu's head.
Du Xu never had a chance to get up again; he passed out.
"Ha... hahaha... kid, you..."
At this moment, even Luo Yun was stunned. Could a mere eighteen-year-old really pull off such feats?
Even some soldiers with fewer years in the service might not manage it.
For a moment, Luo Yun was in awe.
But...
Yu Sheng didn't even glance in Luo Yun's direction. Instead, he silently flipped Du Xu over, pried open his mouth, and pulled out a piece of wire wound around his hand. He inserted it into Du Xu's mouth and forcefully tweaked at the cheek on the left side.
The entire set of movements was executed smoothly.
When his hand emerged, it held a bloodied tooth.
However, Yu Sheng, who had maintained a calm demeanor throughout, showed a rare expression of surprise as he examined the tooth closely, muttering, "Why isn't it poisoned?"
"Could it be hidden somewhere else?"
Yu Sheng began searching through Du Xu's collar and sleeves.
At this moment, Luo Yun finally ventured a tentative guess, "You're not looking for... poison, are you?"
Yu Sheng stopped what he was doing, his frown deepening, "Yes, it's strange, I can't find where he hid the poison."
...
Luo Yun took a deep breath, looking at Yu Sheng as if he were a bizarre creature, "Have you considered the possibility that... he might not have any poison on him?"
"That's impossible!"
Yu Sheng shook his head decisively, "If captured by enemies, without a way to commit suicide, the torture would be worse than death."
Remembering the harsh realities of Sin City, Yu Sheng spoke with utter seriousness.
Du Xu had just barely regained consciousness when he heard Yu Sheng’s words. Wisp after wisp of gray mist emanated from him, continuously entering the scroll within Yu Sheng.
His gaze towards the sky became somewhat vacant.
Indeed...
Why didn’t I hide poison on myself?
That way, I could have killed myself at any time.
Wait!
Why the hell should I hide anything?
I’m living just fine, why would I think about suicide?
Is this guy a freak?!
Damn!
Luo Yun’s expression gradually turned solemn. He flicked away the cigarette butt he was holding and started to scrutinize Yu Sheng seriously, slowly beginning to speak, “You... came from Sin City?”
Decisive and efficient in action.
A habit of hiding poison in teeth and collars.
Always unconsciously carrying weapons.
All these details indicated that Yu Sheng... came from Sin City.
The only thing that seemed out of place was his age.
“Mhm.”
Yu Sheng nodded lightly, then voiced the lingering question in his mind again, “People outside Sin City, they really don’t hide poison?”