Yusuf Zuck’s arm was pierced through by that knife, but fortunately, it didn’t hit the bone; it grazed the edge of the bone.
That was because he reacted quickly and dodged. If he hadn’t dodged, it’s likely that the knife would have stabbed not his arm, but his chest.
One had to admit that the Grandmasters of internal martial arts were monsters; they had reached that level of using Qigong to control force, defying natural science.
Take Tripp Greer, for example, who could jump several meters high and then stand on tree branches without falling. This kind of skill, this defiance of the laws of physics, was something very few people could achieve.
However, no matter how advanced in martial arts one was, they were still vulnerable to kitchen knives. Yusuf Zuck was not a practitioner of internal martial arts, and he hadn’t even fully mastered external martial arts, but he still managed to kill the so-called Qigong master with his own skills and his wits in adapting to the situation.
Of course, thinking back on it afterwards was frightening.
Driving through the night, Yusuf arrived at Zuck Family Domain where he bought medicinal patches, anti-inflammatory drugs, Yunnan Baiyao, and the like at a night-time pharmacy, then he found a fairly decent hotel, and booked a room.
Having killed someone again, he certainly had to bathe, and he also needed to bandage his wounds. Moreover, he felt that he truly needed some sleep—otherwise, if one day he suddenly died from overexertion, that wouldn’t do!
Going without sleep couldn’t be a good thing, right? Sleep allowed the brain to fully rest and recover strength; only with enough sleep could one be full of energy.
And people who didn’t sleep for long periods were probably at high risk of sudden death.
Whether he could fall asleep or not, Yusuf decided that he had to get some sleep. He must sleep.
After taking a shower and turning off both his phones, Yusuf threw himself onto the bed to sleep, not caring whether he could or not; he just forced himself to sleep.
In a daze, perhaps truly exhausted, he soon actually fell asleep.
He slept soundly until awoken in the afternoon the next day around four o’clock by noises in the hallway—two young people, a man and a woman, seemed to have arranged a hookup, disagreed on some point, and had started arguing.
Seeing the time, Yusuf decided that since he was woken up, he might as well head home overnight.
However, just as he washed his face, packed his things, and went downstairs to the lobby, a middle-aged man sitting in the lobby stood up.
This middle-aged man gave Yusuf a strange and dangerous feeling because he was dressed in a Zhongshan suit but seemed like a farmer wearing one.
Whether it was his complexion or his temperament, he seemed very ordinary, making the Zhongshan suit look quite out of place on him.
Of course, these weren’t the main reasons Yusuf felt threatened; it was because the middle-aged man in the Zhongshan suit had a particularly powerful aura, with Qigong within him, similar to that of Tripp Greer!
Like Tripp Greer, he too was a Grandmaster-level practitioner of internal martial arts.
As Yusuf came downstairs and the man stood up, approaching him with a smile, Yusuf stopped in his tracks. Facing a Grandmaster-level opponent head-on, Yusuf saw no chance of winning, so his whole body tensed up.
Moreover, it was clear that this man had been sitting here waiting for him, but why wait for him? He didn’t know anyone in Zuck Family Domain.
"Hello, my name is Neal Trujillo," the man said, stopping three meters away from Yusuf, without approaching further.
"What do you mean? Are you looking for me?" Yusuf frowned.
"Here’s the thing," Neal Trujillo smiled. "My grandfather claims that the Dragon Pattern Sword and the Twin Blade in your car do not suit you, so he took them. However, he left you a sword, and you may name it as you wish." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveIꜰire.net
"Please forgive any offense or disturbance caused, farewell." After saying this, Neal Trujillo turned and walked away.
At this moment, Yusuf’s heart raced incessantly. What did Neal Trujillo mean? His grandfather? His grandfather must be in his seventies or eighties, right?
"Whoosh" Yusuf Zuck chased after him, wanting to ask and clarify what exactly was happening.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can’t go, the bill hasn’t been settled yet..." the cashier at the bar called out to Yusuf Zuck.
Yusuf Zuck ignored him, quickened his pace, and left through the main door, immediately looking around him.
However, Neal Trujillo was nowhere to be seen—not within forty-five meters, nor beyond. There were plenty of cars outside, and quite a few pedestrians on the road, but Neal Trujillo had vanished.
"Damn it!" Yusuf Zuck cursed, angered by the situation.
The cashier chased after him, and Yusuf Zuck, after glancing at his car, turned around and followed the cashier back to settle the bill.
A moment later, Yusuf Zuck got into his Land Rover and saw upon the rear seat a sword... a sword wrapped in torn cloth strips.
As for his Dragon Pattern Sword and Twin Blade, they had both disappeared without a trace.
The sword on the rear seat was not very long, about one and a half feet, less than two feet to be precise. Because it was wrapped in cloth, Yusuf Zuck couldn’t tell what was special about this sword, so he reached out with his telekinesis to probe it!
"Buzz—buzz buzz buzz—" A shocking event occurred that almost made Yusuf Zuck leap up. The moment his telekinesis touched the cloth, the sword spontaneously leapt up, buzzing loudly, and the tattered cloth seemed as though it was about to shatter at any moment.
Yusuf Zuck immediately retracted his telekinesis and reached out to pick up the sword.
"It’s so light!" As soon as he held it, Yusuf Zuck was surprised because the sword felt weightless, seemingly only a couple of ounces, and it was almost imperceptible in his hand. At the same time, he began to unwrap the torn cloth, looping it slowly.
A short sword of an icy blue color, emitting a chilling aura, and as long as his arm appeared in his line of sight moments later!
An arm’s length is not the standard length for a sword, but holding this seemingly weightless blade that also emitted cold air, Yusuf Zuck knew this sword was no ordinary one.
Yusuf Zuck looked at it for a while, then reached out to touch it!
"Whoo—" As soon as his hand touched the blade, an icy chill so penetrating made him immediately withdraw his hand.
"Why is it so cold?" Yusuf Zuck swallowed, pondering the temperature of the sword, which was even colder than ice, and wondering if it could even be used to freeze mineral water!
Yusuf Zuck carefully wrapped the torn cloth back around it, and with that, the frigid sensation also disappeared.
"Neal Trujillo? And his grandfather? What does this mean? Could it be they were nearby last night when I killed Tripp Greer? Did they see me? Or is there another reason? What purpose did they have in giving me this Treasure Sword?"
Yusuf Zuck contemplated for a long time but couldn’t figure out where the problem lay. However, it was clear the other party must have known about his skills; otherwise, they wouldn’t have made the remark that the Dragon Pattern Sword and the two blades didn’t suit him.
"Damn, I’m still being exposed in the end!" Yusuf Zuck hit the steering wheel, frustrated. Although the other party didn’t seem to harbor any malice, when it came to such unknown individuals, especially the elusive and expert types, Yusuf Zuck instinctively didn’t want to interact with them.
He just wanted to make money, romance women, talk about love, and earn a modest living.
"Ring ring ring—" Just then, Yusuf Zuck’s phone rang, and upon checking, he saw that it was Everest Zuck’s number.
Yusuf Zuck casually answered.
"Little bro, you finally turned on your phone. There’s something I need to discuss with you," Everest Zuck whispered, "Last night, when I took people to Tripp Greer’s home, we found a problem at the Greer family’s place—four people were murdered, all of them from the Greer family’s circle of experts, and we couldn’t find the Evil Cultivation Method secret manual that Tripp Greer practiced."
"According to the accounts from the Greer family, these four people died right after we killed Tripp Greer and left!"
"I understand," Yusuf Zuck took a deep breath, "That small hill last night wasn’t just the two of us; there were others!"