My SSS-Rank Clone Talent: I Level Up Endlessly! novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Tragedy Again!

It was only a black flash of light, too fast for normal eyes to see.

In an instant, it shot cleanly through the old man’s head and struck the wall behind him, leaving countless cracks in its wake.

Thud!

With a sickening sound, the man collapsed to the ground.

Blood pooled beneath him, spreading like a river.

Jian Ruxue stood frozen, stunned, her mind still struggling to process what she had just witnessed.

Gang Ryeong could barely stay on his feet, violently coughing up blood.

His tattered clothes were soaked in it.

His world was dimming, awash in crimson and crimson alone.

He could see nothing beyond the red.

Just like that, the hunched old man died, without even realizing he was dead.

Gang Ryeong had kept his word.

Against all odds, in this wretched condition, he had done it.

He wanted to grin, but the moment he tried, his internal organs bled in protest.

Cough!

"Ahhhhh—" he turned his face to the ceiling and let out a roar, not of pain, but of triumph.

His regeneration had already begun, and soon, he would recover.

There had been times when his injuries were so severe that even his regenerative powers took too long to respond.

Only after catching his breath would the healing start.

His lungs now heaved rapidly, rising and falling with each precious gasp of air.

And finally, Gang Ryeong calmed down—after what felt like an eternity.

"Miss," one of the men who had spoken earlier stepped forward, swiping a finger across his neck as he pointed at Gang Ryeong.

Jian Ruxue’s brows twitched at the gesture. Without a word, she raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

Bang!

It was a resounding slap, one that echoed through the room, reverberating again and again.

And when the echo faded...

Silence followed.

"Miss?" the man asked, voice trembling. His eyes were filled with confusion.

The slap of a Second-stage Martial Artist was no small matter.

"Which faction are we from?" Jian Ruxue asked coldly.

"O-Orthodox..."

"Then are you saying we should kill this child over something so petty?"

"But... but..."

Another slap followed.

This one sent the man hurtling through the air, slamming into the wall with such force he was nearly plastered against it.

"We are from the Mount Hua Sect—one of the Ten Great Pillars of the Orthodox faction. If you ever dare to suggest killing a child again, you’re dead to me."

The man collapsed to the ground and hurriedly bowed his head.

"Y-Yes, Miss."

But Jian Ruxue paid him no further attention. Her gaze shifted back to the "child."

Her eyes widened.

"How is this possible...?"

The "child" who had been on the verge of death, barely clinging to life, was now slowly rising to his feet, steadily, and with barely any effort at all.

His wounds, ones severe enough to claim a life, had seemingly vanished.

As if erased from existence.

"So I did it," Gang Ryeong said with a cheerful, almost innocent smile.

Looking at him now, one would never believe this little boy had just killed a man, right in front of a Second-stage Martial Artist.

"You did it, kid." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}