# 299
Chapter 299 – This Makes No Sense
In an instant, every prisoner around Lin Qiye was slashed by an invisible blade. Blood splattered across the clean stone tiles, and the earlier deafening roars turned into heart-rending screams.
In less than ten seconds, a dozen convicts lay crumpled in front of the two teenagers, drenched in blood.
When the crimson spray shot out, the prisoners who hadn’t even managed to swing a punch were dumbstruck.
Isn’t this the Purification Chamber? Aren’t Forbidden Ruins supposed to be sealed? Shouldn’t this be a one-sided fist-fight where we bulldoze them with sheer muscle?!!
One of you is bare-handed, the other’s holding chopsticks—how the hell did you make people gush blood?!
Does this make any sense?!
Lin Qiye also realized he’d been too brutal; if the cafeteria floor kept soaking up blood, the guards would definitely notice.
But it wasn’t really his fault—he hadn’t expected that, even under the suppressing stele, Skyward Bard could turn a chopstick into a weapon that naturally emitted sword-qi.
Was the resonance between that line of poetry and his heart really so strong?
He stopped deliberately drawing out sword-qi, flipped the chopstick in a reverse grip, and darted among the prisoners. Relying on Mortal Divine Realm’s perception and dynamic vision, he dodged every strike with pinpoint accuracy.
His right hand chopped the back of a prisoner’s neck, knocking the man out. He instantly retreated half a step, evading straight punches from both sides, then grabbed the attackers’ wrists and twisted downward!
Crisp cracks of bone accompanied two shrieks. Lin Qiye kicked both men several meters away, flipping tables in their path.
In an instant, the area around him was clear.
Forget everything else—just the sight of chopsticks slicing flesh had terrified the remaining thugs. Add his monstrous combat technique, and they now stared at him as if he were a freak.
Who’d still fight him? Are you insane?!
Only then did Lin Qiye have time to glance sideways—then freeze.
An Qingyu stood quietly. Every prisoner who approached him had both hands severed in the blink of an eye, as though an invisible long blade hovered around him, ready to fall.
Remembering Lin Qiye’s “hold back,” An Qingyu…
…had the invisible threads instantly stitch skin the moment a hand was chopped off. Even if bones and soft tissue were severed, the limb wouldn’t drop or spray blood—it just hung limp, swollen and grotesque.
Chop, then suture. Like a veteran surgeon, he performed a twisted mass operation on over a dozen prisoners at once with his Weird Threads.
Lin Qiye—and everyone else—was stunned. They’d seen plenty, but never such a freakish fighting style.
All prisoners frantically backed off, keeping at least ten meters away from An Qingyu.
If Lin Qiye looked like a monster, An Qingyu was the devil himself.
Feeling Lin Qiye’s gaze, An Qingyu turned and gave a shy, harmless smile.
It seemed to say: See? Pretty good, right?
Lin Qiye silently raised a thumb.
By now, even the slow-witted Boss Han realized these two teens were anything but ordinary—yet it was too late to call stop.
Lin Qiye flashed straight to him.
Capture the ringleader first. With his men scared stiff, the only real threat left was Boss Han himself.
Han’s hair bristled. He retreated several steps without thinking, but a beam of sword-qi shot from the chopstick, grazing his cheek and leaving a thin bloody line.
Half a step slower and his face would’ve been ruined.
Han steadied himself, eyes fierce, muscles bulging as explosive power surged.
Lin Qiye had ignited his bloodlust!
“You’ve got tricks? So do I! Today I’ll show you who’s the real boss here!”
His legs hammered the floor, leaving two shallow pits, and he barreled toward Lin Qiye like a rampaging beast.
Lin Qiye didn’t dodge. He crouched slightly…
“With strength to uproot mountains, spirit that conquers the world!”
He murmured the line, right fist whipping out!
The punch tore the air with thunder. Han roared, meeting it head-on.
Boom—!!
Fists collided bare-knuckle; shockwaves snapped their clothes like flags.
Han grunted, stumbling back several steps, knuckles scarlet, hand trembling.
Lin Qiye stood firm, casually shaking his fist as if nothing had happened.
Han’s eyes bulged, disbelief written across them.
“Impossible! Why can you still use Forbidden Ruins here? It’s unfair!” he howled. “I’m telling the guards! I’ll have you re-suppressed!!”
Lin Qiye raised a brow. “I think you forgot something.”
He pointed at his own blue-white striped patient’s uniform. “I’m not a prisoner here—I’m just an ordinary mental patient. Even if I use Forbidden Ruins, the guards don’t govern me…
Go ahead—try suing me at the asylum.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he flicked the chopstick. The black stick shot like a sharp short sword, pierced the air, and drilled straight through Boss Han’s right shoulder!
A blossom of blood burst.
Han screamed, his right arm drooping, useless.
Lin Qiye walked up calmly. “Disabling one arm is just a lesson. Bother me—or him—again, and I’ll kill you.
After all, the criminally insane aren’t legally responsible.”
Ignoring Han’s deranged glare, Lin Qiye turned and strode out of the cafeteria.
An Qingyu stepped up, pondered, picked the chopstick off the floor, changed the angle, and plunged it again into Han’s right shoulder.
“Arrrrgh!!!”
Another shrill scream.
An Qingyu apologized softly, “Sorry, he doesn’t really understand anatomy; that first stab didn’t fully cripple you…
But don’t worry—now you’re properly ruined.”
He patted Han’s good shoulder and followed Lin Qiye out.