Chapter Fifty: Absolutely Impossible

The umbrella instantly retracted, transforming into a pair of gloves that fit snugly over Shen Ye’s left hand.

At the same time, over a dozen chopsticks shot toward Du Sha like lightning.

Du Sha was growing weak.

Just moments ago, he had still been thinking that if the umbrella retracted and the Chopstick Hero closed in on him, he could muster all his remaining strength for one final desperate burst. Maybe then he stood a chance against the Chopstick Hero.

But who could have expected that what awaited him were chopsticks themselves?

His injuries were too severe now; completely dodging these chopsticks was nearly impossible.

Swish, swish, swish!

Several chopsticks penetrated his body directly.

Not only did this worsen his wounds, but it also completely dissipated the energy he had been reserving for a last-ditch effort.

And the instant his energy faded—

The Chopstick Hero let out a fierce roar and leapt before him.

In his hand was a single chopstick, aimed straight at Du Sha’s temple.

Du Sha used the last of his strength to evade, but it was too late.

The temple is a vital point of the human body.

Once pierced by a sharp object, death is inevitable.

Blood splattered instantly. Du Sha’s head slumped to the side. He didn’t even have time to utter a final word before he exhaled his last breath.

The infamous assassin of the underworld, the ruthless Du Sha, known for his unmatched strength, had just died at the hands of the Chopstick Hero.

“True killing skills are never about quantity,” Shen Ye sneered coldly as he looked down at Du Sha’s fallen body.

...

Then he turned to Qin Zhengtian.

“Qin Zhengtian, now it’s your turn. Your wickedness knows no bounds; you shall die here.”

Swish!

A single bamboo chopstick appeared in Shen Ye’s hand.

Step by step, Shen Ye advanced toward Qin Zhengtian.

With each step, the murderous intent grew heavier.

Qin Zhengtian’s eyes widened in disbelief. This seasoned businessman, now utterly losing his composure, frantically grabbed a small notebook on the desk and furiously flipped through piles of documents.

“How is this possible? How could Du Sha lose? Isn’t he supposed to be ruthless?”

“These are analyses from countless think tanks under my employ,” he said.

“These advisors are highly paid, well-supported experts in financial market analysis. Their predictions are near infallible. Because of them, my wealth ranks among the top ten in Yang City.”

“They have studied every battle you’ve fought, dissecting your strengths and weaknesses.”

“Against a hundred bodyguards, your stamina would be drained significantly, but the chance of stopping you is zero.”

“On the seventeenth floor, I hired Lu Daji, who set traps. The chance of stopping you there rises to forty percent.”

“On the twenty-seventh floor, you encountered the duo Yang Long and Yin Feng. The odds of you being intercepted and assassinated there are seventy-seven percent.”

“On the thirty-third floor, your chance of losing to Du Sha was one hundred percent.”

“My countless high-paid advisors have all concluded: as long as I hire these people, you don’t stand a chance. None whatsoever. No hope. No survival. Why? Why? Why? Why did you win?” Qin Zhengtian roared in disbelief.

Actually, the conclusions of Qin Zhengtian’s think tanks were entirely accurate.

Except for one crucial oversight.

Shen Ye’s hero system, having upgraded due to the absence of ghosts or spirits on Earth, had patched itself.

As a result, Shen Ye’s rank surged from Hero Level Four directly to Hero Level Six. He also mastered the terrifyingly powerful skill “Giant’s Strike.” His strength skyrocketed, surpassing even his fierce battle against the Thunder King Yang Feikuang.

One could only say Qin Zhengtian’s defeat was profoundly unjust.

Unable to accept his loss, Qin Zhengtian suddenly grabbed the stacks of documents on his desk.

Sheets of white paper fluttered down like a blizzard.

Shen Ye glanced at the documents, which detailed his height, shoe size, and estimated striking force.

Watching the Chopstick Hero draw nearer, Qin Zhengtian took a deep breath and twisted his lips into a strange smile.

“Chopstick Hero, I may die by your hand, but it’s not truly your doing. If my backers hadn’t fallen, if the new arrival wasn’t backed by my enemies... could you really kill me?”

“Someone wants me dead.”

“You have just become an unwitting instrument in their hands.”

“Hahaha.”

“I don’t care who uses my blade. All I know is you’re the villain I must kill. You deserve death—that’s enough,” Shen Ye said resolutely.

Qin Zhengtian had prepared a long speech but was silenced by the hero’s unwavering conviction.

After a long pause, he burst into laughter.

“What a naive hero! You are the most innocent person I have ever met. You’re just one man. How many villains and evildoers are there in this world? Can you kill them all? Can you annihilate them?”

“You’re ultimately doing a futile job because this world is dark. It’s survival of the fittest. It’s a world of cruelty and ruthlessness. People like me are the ones who succeed here. People as naive as you don’t belong to the mainstream.”

“Even if you kill me, I’ll be watching you from the underworld, wondering how long such innocence can last in this world.”

“Kill me, then. Come on, kill me. Even if I fall, the world won’t change.”

“Enough with the nonsense,” Shen Ye sneered coldly. Without changing his grip on the bamboo chopstick, he thrust it swiftly into Qin Zhengtian’s temple, cutting off his words.

Ssshhh!

Blood spurted from the pierced temple.

Bang!

Qin Zhengtian’s eyes went lifeless.

The man who once dominated the business world slumped back against his office chair.

Shen Ye spat contemptuously. “Dead men don’t talk.”

With that, the matter was settled.

Another surge of experience flooded in. Thanks to the double experience bonus, and the high value of Du Sha’s experience along with Qin Zhengtian’s, the total gain was considerable. Shen Ye was now just a breath away from reaching Hero Level Seven.

Next, he planned to search for anything valuable Du Sha might have left behind—perhaps the pear blossom needles once used against him.

At that moment, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed nearby.

There were three people! No—four! The fourth trailed behind.

Their speed was astounding, almost crossing a whole floor in just two seconds.

They had to be four experts.

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