Soaring of Galaxia


Soaring of Galaxia Chapter 95

Surprised, Tong Yao's little brother raised his head: "What do you mean?"

He felt a wave of apprehension that filedl his heart, could it be…

After a good while, Qin Wushuang frowned and finally revealed a trace of a happy smile: "Excellent, it's good that you came!"

"What do you mean good?"

"Didn't you realize that some martial arts student from another test site had already barged into our site? So fast! He makes me want to see whether this guy has three heads and six arms."

"Here?" Initially, Tong Yao's little brother had also suspected this point, yet he did not want to face it. As someone who always strived for the best, for a time, he could not accept it.

From the start till now, he had only acquired one jade plate through his own strength. However, his new friend from the Redwood Royal Territory had already collected eighty points. He thought that should have been the fastest and perhaps, he would become the number one in the individual category in this martial arts student exam.

Unexpectedly, someone was even faster. And he had arrived here to rampage at their exam sites. He could not help but feel a sense of crisis.

As they continued moving forward, a few martial arts students came running towards them. Although they were all wearing masks, their extreme terror was visible through their eyes.

When they saw Qin Wushuang and one other person actually moving towards the stone forest, those people could not help but pay more attention. Through their eyes, they revealed some puzzlement and even some mocking.

"Hey, you two, are you looking to die?" One of the martial arts students with a number seven greeted them.

Tong Yao's little brother stopped and asked curiously: "Why do you say so?"

"An outsider examinee seems to have come to that stone forest. He was incredibly tyrannical and demanded all martial arts students from this exam site, regardless of having jade plates or not to report to him. We must hand over the plates he needs, or else, he would kill a person every four hours until he has killed all examinees on this site!"

Tong Yao's little brother was stunned. Such a bloodthirsty and tyrannical person existed?

Qin Wushuang also felt somewhat disbelieving when he heard it. All these martial arts students were under twenty years old. Most of them had not experienced real combat and brutal killing.

To kill a person was not difficult. The tough part was to keep such blood-thirsty mentality.

"I say, should we team up?" That number seven martial arts student clenched his fists and waved as he called out.

Those martial arts students who fled toward this direction also stopped when they heard his words.

"Team up? How?"

"Right, don't forget, we also got competition between us. Who can promise we will not mount sneak attacks internally."

"That's right; I think we should mind our own business. Team up is impossible."

After they had finished speaking, these martial arts students rushed away. Apparently, to them, that stone forest had become a highly dangerous zone. The further they were away from that place, the safer they would be.

With a long sigh, the number seven martial arts students saw that everyone had no intention to work together glanced back helplessly. A few traces of fear carried in his looks as he glanced at Qin Wushuang and Tong Yao's little brother.

"Let's go our own ways. If you two don't have the skills, I advise you not to go there. Some stubborn martial arts students still planned to battle with that examinee from the outside. However, I guess, they all suffered a tragic ending." He shook his head as he said and ran away.

"How about it?" Qin Wushuang looked at Tong Yao's little brother and wanted to see his decision.

"Your call." Tong Yao's little brother stressed, "You say go, then let's go."

"Ok, then you follow me behind. Don't reveal that we're in the same team and don't stray too far away."


The two finished discussing and continued to move out with one at the front.

With one in front and one behind, they disappeared into to the stone forest. The place was vast. As soon as they entered, they felt as if they had walked into a devil's castle.

Qin Wushuang traveled back and forth in the creepy stone gathering. Each step was careful.

After he had walked for about fifteen minutes, suddenly, an agonizing and anguished cry sounded out from the dark part of the stone forest. Piercing, sharp and stinging to the ears, it seemed like a person before his death and made one's hair stood up.

"Bastard, just kill me!"

"Haha, kill you?" A dark voice called casually, "I finally understand now, each of you is stubborn. You will not cry if you don't see your own coffins. Speak, where is your jade plate?"

"I…I didn't get it. Didn't you already take away the jade plate I had? I did not get that number thirty-two you need, and I have never seen it!"

"And number nineteen? You haven't seen it either?" That cold voice continued to interrogate.

"No, I really haven't seen it! Even if you kill me, I cannot give it to you!" Apparently, this martial arts student was experiencing some brutal torture. Whenever he spoke each word, one could feel the tremble in his voice.

When Tong Yao's little brother listened to it, instantly, he felt waves of coldness from his spine.

Thirty-two, number nineteen?

Currently, these two jade plates were right on his chest!

Qin Wushuang glanced at him with a smile. Tong Yao's little brother did not appear scared as he tried hard to suppress the fear from his heart. He did not dare to utter a sound and concealed himself behind a giant rock. He bent his knees and allowed his body completely covered with the grasslands.

However, inwardly, Qin Wushuang thought about something else. Since the opponent was looking for number nineteen and thirty-two, then obviously, he was an examinee from an external site.

"I thought I was fast enough. I did not expect a much more demonic speed one. It seemed I must never lower my guard in this exam."

Qin Wushuang revealed a broad smile: "I am going over for a bit."

Before Tong Yao's little brother had figured out what was going on, he only felt something flashed before his eyes, and Qin Wushuang's body had already vanished before him.

"Is he going to challenge that participant from the outer sites?" A thought flashed, and the pride of being a martial artist made him feel that he should not hole up right now.

Since they had formed an alliance and agreed to move together today, it would not be reasonable if he did not step forward when meeting a strong opponent.

When he thought here, he came out from the hiding place and followed.

About four or five hundred meters away, there was a higher altitude terrace in the deep part of the stone forest. A martial arts student from an external site sat high up on a giant rock. Presently, he was torturing a martial arts student he had hung in the midair.

When seeing Qin Wushuang walking up, that outsider martial arts student was shocked. He spat out the grass root that he held in his mouth and sneered evilly: "Another one not afraid to die had come."

From a far distance, Qin Wushuang had seen clearly that the team serial number on his back was number thirteen. His serial number was number nineteen, which was the same as Tong Yao's little brother.

When that outer examinee saw Qin Wushuang's number, he felt somewhat depressed, shook his head and muttered: "Sh**, number six! Why is it not nine and thirty-two?"

Then, he licked his tongue with thirsty for blood: "Who cares about the number, since you offered yourself, you saved me the trouble of searching."

When he thought here, he glanced at Qin Wushuang and shouted creepily: "Kid, if you don't have any jade plates, you will die miserably!"

Qin Wushuang laughed lightly and said casually: "Whether you have jade plates or not, you will not leave this area."

"Oh?" That foreign examinee raised his brows and started to size Qin Wushuang from head to toe.

Under such condition, an opponent that could keep his calm forced him to examine him carefully. The family of this martial arts students was famous for producing assassins for generations. The moment he was born, he had received advice from many elite warriors of the family. Deeply influenced, he had already acquired a body of a blood-thirsty and gloomy temperament.

Regarding temperament, traditional martial arts students would be weaker than him.

Plus, with his different exceptional traits as an assassin, he was like a fish in the water while he was in his own exam site. Within a short four or five days, he had acquired eighty points and became the first martial arts student to do so. Then, he crossed zones and came to the third test site where Qin Wushuang was at.

And the number thirteen team he had been a part of, more than half of the martial arts student died by his hand. It was the so-called cutting humans down like grass.

He raised his palm and slashed across that tortured martial arts student.

Another life harvested.

Qin Wushuang frowned. He really disliked the way of how this guy does things. During the exam, although it was impossible to avoid killing, it was not worth it to kill for joy.

"You see? This is your outcome." That examinee raised his palm and blew it at his lips. He pointed at Qin Wushuang at ease.

"Perhaps, you could only use killing to conceal the cowardice from your heart?" Qin Wushuang asked coldly.

"Garbage! If you've got the skill, you could kill me. Are you number six? I do have a couple of jade plates that would worth a lot to you. They are yours if you can kill me."

"Is that so?" Suddenly, Qin Wushuang twitched his mouth, "Then I will not hold back."

As soon as his words dropped, his body had already moved.

That foreign examinee only felt something flashed across his eyes as if the opponent had suddenly disappeared from his original place. His speed was beyond his naked eyes.

Next, he felt a strong wave of murderous intent attacking him.

As someone who had received dozen years of assassin training, he instantly felt an intense wave of crisis. Just when he was about to retreat, Qin Wushuang was already before him.

The center of his palm was already pressed against his chest, yet the power had not shot out. With a smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, it carried a form of despise and disgust. His eyes even more so filled with disdain.

"How…How is it possible?" Inwardly, violent waves surged within that foreign examinee, and he continued to retreat.

However, no matter how much he retreated, Qin Wushuang's palm always followed his chest like a flexible spring.

As if it were a blood chain from hell, it hung on his neck at all times.

Instantly, an indescribable feeling of helplessness emerged from the bottom of his heart. He still found it hard to believe, how could such a thing happen?