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Chapter 17 - Chapter 17: [Killing or Controlling Killing]

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Novel: [The Primordial Law]

Volume 1: [Nether Realm of the Dead]

Chapter 17: [Killing or Controlling Killing]

(17th of Volume 1)

Translator: Shadow Knight AK

Editor: Shadow Knight AK

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Li Weiyi's ears strained to catch the slightest sound.

He heard three slow, light footsteps approaching from the Graveyard Forest, step by step.

But the towering seven- or eight-meter-high burial mounds blocked their view of each other.

The three figures moved with extreme caution, their footsteps completely unlike their usual gait.

Therefore, Li Weiyi couldn't identify them by their footsteps alone. If he misjudged and failed to kill Chen Hong instantly, the rifle in Chen Hong's hands would pose a fatal threat.

The ensuing confrontation would need to be both swift and utterly cautious.

Xie Jin's position happened to offer a clear view of Chen Hong and his two companions slowly advancing from the right side of the Graveyard Forest.

His gaze drifted involuntarily in that direction.

He sighed inwardly, thinking Li Weiyi was too cautious to pursue them.

If Li Weiyi had chased them, he would surely be dead by now, felled by Chen Hong's rifle.

Chen Hong shook his head at Xie Jin and gestured for him to lure Li Weiyi over.

Xie Jin understood immediately.

He feigned arrogance and arrogance: "Li Weiyi, you've been ruthless today. I admit defeat. But Dr. Cai is in my hands. Come on, with a hostage, he wouldn't dare to harm us."

Xie Jin and the Security Team member with the stun gun fled toward Chen Hong and his two companions, hoping to lure Li Weiyi into the line of fire.

Chen Hong gripped his rifle tightly. The buttstock rested against his shoulder as he aimed forward.

Li Weiyi, of course, wouldn't fall for the trap.

Instead, he seized this rare opportunity and sprinted up the seven- or eight-meter-high burial mound at lightning speed.

From the top, he had a clear view of the five figures behind it.

Hearing the commotion, Chen Hong quickly turned his rifle toward the top of the mound.

But the Yellow Dragon Sword had already been thrown.

The sword sliced through the air with a piercing clang.

"Bang!"

The sword's tip struck Chen Hong in the chest.

It felt like being stabbed by an iron rod. His chest exploded in agony, and he stumbled backward, nearly dropping his rifle.

Fortunately, he was wearing the Corpse Garment Soft Armor, which prevented the Yellow Dragon Sword from piercing his chest. His injuries weren't severe.

After throwing the sword, Li Weiyi leaped from the top of the mound onto a three-meter-tall tombstone, then jumped down, landing with his foot squarely on Chen Hong's face.

Chen Hong rolled desperately to dodge.

Li Weiyi pursued him, his palm was like a horizontal sword, the sleeve wind whistling around him as he aimed for Chen Hong's neck.

He was too fast.

Chen Hong couldn't even aim at Li Weiyi, forced to raise his rifle to block the blow.

"Bang!"

Li Weiyi's palm struck the rifle's stock with the force of a sledgehammer, driving it back against Chen Hong's neck and nearly crushing his throat.

Chen Hong's throat burned with pain and a metallic sweetness. His eyes widened, and just as he was about to retaliate...

A dry, hoarse scream escaped his lips.

Li Weiyi had already twisted his gun-wielding arm until it snapped, then hurled him away.

His head slammed against a tombstone with a sickening thud.

"Slash, seize, twist, hurl..."

The entire sequence flowed like water.

Li Weiyi picked up the rifle and walked steadily toward Chen Hong, using the butt of the rifle to shatter his knees, rendering him unable to stand.

"Clang, clang!"

A faint sound, like camel bells, echoed from deep within the Graveyard Forest.

A crimson glint flickered in Li Weiyi's eyes. It seemed as if ten thousand voices were urging him to crush Chen Hong into pulp.

The rifle butt hovered above Chen Hong's terrified eyes, but Li Weiyi finally restrained himself, his mind prevailing over his emotion.

He must master killing to protect himself, not be consumed by it and self-destruct.

If he had to kill, he would leave it for his Senior Brother.

As Chen Hong's screams pierced the air, the remaining four men fled in terror.

This college student is too brutal, his attacks vicious and ruthless - he's practically a demon.

Li Weiyi fired his rifle without hesitation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The remaining three bullets in the rifle struck down the slowest member of the Security Team, the one wielding the stun gun.

Dropping the rifle, Li Weiyi didn't pursue the three who had vanished into the Nether Mist.

The Bronze Ship's deck was small; where could they possibly hide?

Without guns, they posed no threat to him.

His own situation, however, was far more complex. If he gave chase, someone might try to circle back and attack him from behind, with disastrous consequences.

Li Weiyi emerged from behind the burial mound, one hand holding his bloodstained, gleaming sword, the other dragging Chen Hong by the leg.

Seeing this, everyone on deck breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally settling. They now saw Li Weiyi as a celestial being descended to earth, against whom no petty villain could stand a chance.

The earlier gunfire filled them with genuine concern for him.

Xie Tianshu remained sprawled in a pool of blood, repeatedly kicked by the returning Gao Huan, writhing on the ground in agony.

Xiao Lin, truly terrified, now saw Li Weiyi as something beyond human, invincible. He sat huddled against the ship's railing, frozen like a quail, not daring to move a muscle.

In the end, everyone is just an ordinary person.

When bullying others, they're as ferocious as beasts. But when death looms over them, they cower like mice.

"We'll vent our anger later. First, let's untie everyone!" Li Weiyi said, then walked toward Zhao Meng to check his Senior Brother's injuries.

Suddenly, a distinct sound of a firearm being cocked echoed from the Nether Mist in the distance.

It was subtle, but it didn't escape Li Weiyi's ears.

Without a second thought, Li Weiyi instinctively ducked and rolled, then dove for cover behind a medical tent.

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded like thunder.

If Li Weiyi hadn't reacted so quickly, the bullet would have left a bowl-sized hole in his abdomen.

Xiao Lin, sitting on the ground, became an innocent victim. His head exploded, splattering a bloody mess against the ship's hull.

Chaos erupted on the deck, filled with panicked screams.

Gao Huan, who had been untying the research team members, froze in terror, crouching on the ground and staring into the Nether Mist, too afraid to move.

"Thud-thud!"

A group of footsteps approached rapidly.

Through the Nether Mist, the six members of Laboratory 705 gradually became visible.

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Han Qin, a towering man nearly two meters tall, led the group. He cocked his firearm again, aiming at the medical tent.

The moment Li Weiyi showed his face, he would be shot down.

The crowd slowly recovered from their shock.

One of the research team members asked in confusion, "Director Yang, what are you doing? Brother Li saved us!"

Director Yang, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, replied calmly, "Why do you think he's so powerful? He can casually lift a gun weighing hundreds of pounds and move with inhuman speed. He must have swallowed the Buddha's Relic. It's the power of the Relic that has transformed his flesh into something extraordinary."

The research team members, their hands bound, suddenly realized the truth.

In Laboratory 705, the middle-aged woman with glasses said, "He's been deceiving us all along, claiming the Buddha's Relic isn't with him. Can we really trust someone like that?"

Director Yang continued, "Only by retrieving the Buddha's Relic can we possibly turn the Bronze Ship around and return to Earth. Don't you want to go home?"

Li Weiyi's voice echoed from behind the medical tent: "That's right, the Buddha's Relic is with me, but it has nothing to do with controlling the Bronze Ship. Director, aren't you just trying to swallow the Relic yourself to gain extraordinary power? Let me tell you, my strength has nothing to do with it."

Director Yang didn't want to argue with Li Weiyi.

M"I'll count to three. If you willingly hand over the Buddha's Relic, I, as an honorable man, swear to forget everything that's happened. We can work together to survive in this strange and desolate Ghostwild World."

"If you insist on going your own way, you'll have to bear the consequences."

Qi Shanshan, worried that Li Weiyi was too young to see through Director Yang's deception, smiled and said, "If he doesn't show himself, the director probably won't be able to do anything to him."

Director Yang glanced at Qi Shanshan, standing alone by the railing not far away. He couldn't understand where the doctor got the nerve to defy them in such a dangerous situation.

Director Yang stared at Qi Shanshan, his voice cold as ice.

"First Mate and Li Weiyi, after all, bound by brotherhood. If he doesn't appear, his Senior Brother will be lying right there."

Han Qin aimed his gun at Zhao Meng, who was lying on the ground.

"One!"

"Two!"

Director Yang gave Li Weiyi no time to think.

He counted quickly: "Three..."

The moment he said "Three," Qi Shanshan's eyes narrowed. She decisively ripped the cross pendant from her neck and hurled it forward.

This was an immortal relic taken from the skeleton of a human!

With a sharp "clink," the pendant landed at Han Qin's feet. As if some hidden power within it had been activated, it erupted in blinding white light, instantly dispelling the surrounding Nether Mist.

Qi Shanshan had predicted that Li Weiyi's personality would compel him to either strike or surrender the moment Director Yang reached the count of three.

She absolutely wouldn't let Li Weiyi lose to the six members of Laboratory 705 like this, which was why she had risked helping him.

It was also because Qi Shanshan had just witnessed Li Weiyi's strength - not just his physical prowess, but also his keen insight and judgment in seizing opportunities.

He'll definitely seize this chance!

Just as Qi Shanshan had predicted, the moment Director Yang shouted "Three," Li Weiyi's voice rang out: "You just want the Buddha's Relic? I'll give it to you."

Li Weiyi leaped onto the roof of the medical tent like a phantom, a Scorching Qi Flow surging through his arm.

Like throwing a flying knife, he flung the Dao Ancestor's Tai Chi Fish, which whistled through the air toward Han Qin, thirty meters away.

Han Qin was about to fire when a blinding white light erupted beneath his feet, forcing him to close his eyes.

In that brief moment, the Dao Ancestor's Tai Chi Fish struck his skull.

Li Weiyi's strength was immense; even a fragment of stone thrown by him could kill a man.

Han Qin's forehead shattered, his eyes glazed over, and he collapsed headfirst.

"Whoosh!"

Li Weiyi leaped down from the medical tent, his legs moving like galloping horses as he raced to strike down the Laboratory 705 members before they could raise their weapons again.

Besides the middle-aged woman with glasses, the other four were all quite old, yet their reflexes were lightning-fast. One of them quickly picked up the shotgun.

Meanwhile, Li Weiyi was still more than ten meters away.

"Pfft!*

However, Li Weiyi had already anticipated this.

The Yellow Dragon Sword flew from his hand, piercing through the man's chest and heart.

A scream and the sound of the shotgun clattering to the ground echoed simultaneously.

"I'll hold him off!"

Director Yang remained calm, his aged face darkening slightly. He raised his arm, revealing a three-headed snake bracelet on his wrist.

The bracelet featured a metal snake with three heads coiled around a blood-red jade-like band.

Another immortal artifact!

Director Yang used a small knife to cut his wrist.

As blood flowed, it didn't drip to the ground but instead seeped into the blood-red jade-like band.

The bracelet erupted in a crimson glow, and the metal snake seemed to come alive.

Meanwhile, Director Yang's body began to shrivel as he lost blood, aging him a decade in an instant.

"Did it really need this much blood?"

Earlier attempts had shown the bracelet reacting to only a small amount of blood.

Now, it was too late to regret.

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