Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

Chapter 45: 045 Calling a deer a horse_1

Chapter 45: 045 Calling a deer a horse_1

“Feng Qi, what are you trying to do?”

“Do you want to make enemies of the three sects and five factions?”

“How dare you!”

“Scoundrel!”

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Gao Yong and the others suddenly stood up and questioned Duge.

Their complexions were not good, as none had expected that Feng Qi would truly be bold enough to go this far.

In the midst of their voices, Wang San’s sinister voice rose behind He Yuan’an, “Big brother, I love you, turn around and look at me!”

Fear crept into He Yuan’an’s heart as if a nameless monster lurked behind him. Subconsciously, he turned with a defensive posture. But as he turned, a whooshing sound came from behind. The moment he remembered Feng Qi, it was already too late.

A pain pierced his chest, and the gleaming tip of a knife emerged from his front torso. He Yuan’an felt his strength ebbing away like the tide, his clear vision gradually blurring, he struggled to turn back, “Feng Qi, you…”

He didn’t finish his sentence.

His head tilted, and he went to the Pure Land.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time Gao Yong and the others reacted, He Yuan’an had already collapsed on the ground, a pool of blood spreading beneath him, while Duge stood behind him with a bloody dagger, like a demon.

Duge glanced at He Yuan’an’s body, sighed with regret, and said, “Such skill and yet you choose to do evil, your death is not a pity.”

Gao Yong and the others watched Duge standing there, their faces ashen, none daring to make a move.

Being sent to Luyang City meant they were on par with each other in terms of skills. If He Yuan’an could not last a single move against him, how long could they survive? Feng Qi’s speed was too fast.

Claims that the Heavenly Demon’s power could change with his attributes were nothing but lies!

No one in Luyang City believed in his speeches about upholding justice any longer; why did his martial prowess seem undiminished?

Two people from Divine Fist Gate had arrived, one of them being a deputy, who looked at He Yuan’an lying in a pool of blood, as if only just coming to his senses. Pale-faced, he pointed at Duge, stammering, “Master He, Feng Qi, do you dare to kill Master He and not fear Divine Fist Gate’s revenge?”

“He Yuan’an impersonated a member of the Peacekeeping Gang, seized the people’s money, undermined the confidence I painstakingly built for the public, and tarnished the reputation of Divine Fist Gate. Having committed such evil acts, why would I not dare to kill him?” Duge turned to look at him, “For the justice of the Martial Worlds, my life is insignificant, why should I fear Divine Fist Gate? I believe that the Divine Fist Gate, being one of the leading orthodox sects in the Martial Worlds, upon learning of such a scoundrel within, would applaud my actions.”

“You… you’re slandering!” the deputy retorted, “Everyone knows that last night’s incident was done by Qiu Feipeng and others…”

“Still trying to make excuses.” Duge interrupted him, scoffed, “Then how do you explain these Peacekeeping Gang uniforms found in your lodging? Don’t tell me that Divine Fist Gate is planning to merge with the Peacekeeping Gang?”

“This… this is clearly you framing us. Does the Peacekeeping Gang lack these clothes?” The deputy, trembling with anger, countered, “The incident last night happened after the fourth watch. You hadn’t even left your residence, how could you have found the culprit so quickly?”

Qiu Feipeng was indeed hiding in Divine Fist Gate.

This morning, after Liu Cheng told Duge that Sect Master Tong Shihong of Divine Fist Gate was on good terms with Qiu Yuanlang, he guessed that Qiu Feipeng and his men might be hiding at Divine Fist Gate’s lodgings—and he had guessed right.

However, what Duge wanted was the effect of upholding justice. The truth didn’t really matter—he wasn’t Conan, after all.

Just like how the other side tried to frame him with such a clumsy scheme.

In this world, fists decided everything. He wouldn’t hesitate to cut the Gordian knot now while his attributes were at their peak and end the schemes against him.

If he waited for his attributes to decline, he would only fall deeper into a vicious circle, and by then, he might have the will but lack the power to do anything.

Deal with problems as they come?

Duge wouldn’t make the foolish mistake of letting the enemy lead him by the nose.

As for the consequences of offending the three sects and five factions?

If he couldn’t even get past this immediate challenge, what future could he consider?

“Nothing to say now?” the deputy asked, “And to claim that the Beggar’s Gang and Mount Tai Sect joined hands to find these items in our lodgings—that’s a childish way to frame someone. Just wait for the retaliation of the six major sects!”

Gao Yong and Ding Wanjie’s expressions changed at the same time, inwardly cursing the man a fool.

“Is that so?” Duge looked at Gao and Ding, the dagger in his palm subtly pointing at their chests, and asked with a smile, “Daoist Gao, Elder Ding, did we not jointly seize these Peacekeeping Gang uniforms from Divine Fist Gate’s lodging?”

The complexion of the deputy from Divine Fist Gate changed on the spot, and he anxiously said, “Masters, with so many of us here, surely we’re not afraid of one Feng Qi…”

“Elder Ding, yesterday many citizens of Luyang City came to me accusing the Beggar’s Gang of theft, abduction, and sale, committing crimes far worse than the Iron Palm Gang. I thought that as a member of the Peacekeeping Joint Defense, I should give Elder Ding a face, to let you deal with the scoundrels within your own gang and give the victims justice,” Duge said, looking at Ding Wanjie, the seventh-rank Elder of the Beggar’s Gang, “If Elder Ding himself is not just and fails to handle these matters, I would have no choice but to overstep my authority and uphold the Beggar’s Gang’s reputation myself.”

F*CK!

Since when did I become a member of the Peacekeeping Joint Defense?

Looking at Duge’s eyes, which were ready to perform “Actions on Behalf of Heaven” at any moment.

Ding Wanjie’s throat went dry, and he glanced at the old beggar beside him who had already been dumbstruck, regretting secretly that if he had known Feng Qi was such a lunatic, he wouldn’t have come to watch the so-called farce. Now, he had thoroughly turned himself into a laughingstock.

“Elder Ding.”

“Elder Ding?”

The deputy of Divine Fist Gate and Duge spoke almost at the same time, one anxious, the other urging.

“Elder Ding, Feng Qi first pinned the blame on Divine Fist Gate, then slandered Beggar’s Gang, clearly intending to defeat us one by one. Respected masters, let’s fight it out with him!” The deputy of Divine Fist Gate was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat, desperately looking for allies.

“Shut up.” Ding Wanjie saw Duge’s gaze growing colder, and with a clenched teeth, he said, “Sect Leader Feng is right, these clothes were indeed found at your Divine Fist Gate’s residence. Sect Leader Feng aims to uphold the justice of the Martial Worlds. You scoundrels, however, are disrupting it, truly unworthy of being human. Ding can no longer bear to associate with you all!”

After speaking, his face turned red with shame, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes, not daring to look at the deputy of Divine Fist Gate.

This time, he had truly lost face.

“Elder Ding?” The hands and feet of the deputy of Divine Fist Gate felt ice-cold, looking at Ding Wanjie, and then at Gao Yong, somewhat at a loss. He had not expected to hear such a response.

“What else do you have to say?” Duge smiled, picking up a piece of clothing from the Peacekeeping Gang from the ground, smearing it with some blood on the corpse of He Yuan’an, “The clothes also have bloodstains from when you beat up the citizens of Luyang City yesterday. Now there is both human and physical evidence. The evidence is like a mountain; what else do you have to say?”

Damn!

Once again, an eerie silence fell upon the council hall.

Liu Cheng’s eyes bulged, incredulous. In the morning, when he heard Duge planning, he already thought his audacity knew no bounds, yet he had no idea it would extend to this measure!

He was blatantly rubbing the faces of the three sects and five factions against the ground!

The people of the Mount Tai Sect, like Gao Yong, looked at Feng Qi with their chests heaving, burning with rage.

Too insulting.

At least before, there was some semblance of a reason, but now there wasn’t even a pretense!

How could there be such villains in this world?

And yet such a person claims to maintain peace?

But with He Yuan’an’s body lying there, Duge’s eyes twinkled with amusement, as if he was just waiting for them to charge at him.

The masters hesitated for a long time, and no one dared to confront Feng Qi…

Because to fight now would be to court death!

Seeing Feng Qi’s way of doing things, they were sure that once they were dead, a full load of accusations would be dumped on them…

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Wang San and Feng Zhong exchanged glances, looking at Duge standing before them, admiration nearly welling up in their eyes.

Doing evil deeds as if they were only natural, with brazen boldness, yet draped in a beautiful veneer.

This skill, this dominance, this shamelessness…

If he didn’t succeed, who would?

Compared with Feng Qi, they were indeed far from his level!

However, Feng Qi’s performance assured them that his keyword was definitely not “maintaining.”

If “maintaining” looked like what Feng Qi was doing, they could eat their dictionaries.

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Duge smiled and asked, “Daoist Gao, wouldn’t you agree?”

“That’s right.” Gao Yong looked at Duge, the corners of his eyes twitching violently, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words from between them.

“What else do you have to say?” Duge then turned to the deputy of Divine Fist Gate and asked.

“I have nothing to say.” Looking around at the familiar strangers, the deputy gave up on resisting and glared at Duge venomously, “Feng Qi, your wanton acts will meet with retribution. Divine Fist Gate will not let you off…”

“Feng has always been about maintaining. In order to preserve the righteousness in his heart, Feng is not afraid of even death, let alone retribution?” Duge raised his eyebrows, shook his head at him, and said with righteous indignation, “The innocent shall clear themselves, the guilty shall reveal their filth. I’ll spare your life so that you can watch, see how Feng purifies the dirty rivers and lakes completely, just like cleansing the Iron Palm Gang.

Feng firmly believes that one day, fairness and justice will prevail over brute force, and people will no longer fear being robbed by bullies at night. Martial arts should be about strengthening the body, not bullying the weak with strength…”