My career aspirations have come true.

Chapter 8 Execution

Just as the graduation assessment was in full swing.

In a dilapidated hotel with peeling paint in the northern district, Jingzhe suddenly opened her eyes.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed the longsword leaning against the headboard, tiptoed to the window, pushed open the creaking wooden window, and leaped out.

The two-story height posed no challenge for Jingzhe. Upon landing, her knees slightly bent, easily dissipating the impact. With a swift movement, she disappeared into the depths of the crisscrossing alleyways outside the hotel, blending into the shadows like the wind.

Of the five urban districts in Chilian City, the North District is the most backward and chaotic.

Everywhere you look, there are crowded, dilapidated, low-rise buildings, with power lines tangled between them like spider webs. The narrow streets and alleys are winding and twisting, and strangers will soon lose their way.

However, walking through the Jingzhe period is like taking a leisurely stroll in one's own backyard, with no pause in one's steps.

More than ten minutes later, he arrived at Wujin Street, the most famous entertainment street in the North District.

After a night of hustle and bustle, Wujin Street in the daytime exudes a desolate and weary air.

The doors of nightclubs and pubs were half-open, and men and women who were still hungover staggered out from time to time, their faces showing emptiness and weariness after a night of indulgence, their hair disheveled and their clothes in disarray.

Jingzhe stopped in the shadows at a street corner, her gaze fixed on the disco called "Huanye" in the middle of the street, patiently waiting for her target to appear like a lurking hunter.

Not long after, the heavy glass door of the disco was pushed open, and three figures emerged.

The leader had a buzz cut, and the tattoo on his neck spread to half of his face, looking particularly ferocious in the sunlight.

It was Zhao Feng.

He was followed by two henchmen.

The three of them were still not fully recovered from their hangovers, their steps were unsteady, they were yawning incessantly, and they walked towards the black sedan parked across the street, cursing all the way.

A cold glint flashed in Jingzhe's eyes as she emerged from the shadows and walked towards the three of them.

The streets of Wujin were sparsely populated in the morning. Zhao Feng immediately noticed a figure walking towards him. He looked up warily and saw a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old with a youthful face and a long sword commonly used for training at his waist. His wariness immediately dissipated.

In places like the North District, there is no shortage of poor students from vocational colleges.

They all hoped to advance their careers and achieve upward mobility by joining the legion.

Thinking of this, a figure suddenly flashed through Zhao Feng's mind, and he turned to ask, "What did the people sent to monitor Lin Ze say?"

The henchman shook his head and said, "Brother Feng, that kid is very shrewd. He probably guessed something. He's been holed up in the Second Academy lately. When he does go out, he only wanders around the central area. Our people can't make a move there at all."

"waste!"

Zhao Feng's expression darkened, and he kicked his henchman hard.

"We can't take action in the central area. Can't we find a way to lure him out? You can't even handle a mere kid. What use are you guys to me?"

The follower grimaced in pain, but dared not utter a word of protest, and could only meekly agree.

Zhao Feng snorted and rubbed his cheeks in annoyance.

With Chen Han protecting Sun Youyu, he couldn't find an opportunity for the time being, so he could only try to start from other places.

Lin Ze is undoubtedly an excellent breakthrough point.

As long as Lin Ze is captured, why should that little beauty not obediently submit?

Thinking of the soft, fragrant woman he was about to possess, Zhao Feng couldn't help but curl a lewd smile at the corner of his mouth.

But before her smile could fully bloom, she caught a glimpse of the boy opposite her walking straight toward her, his hand already on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Zhao Feng's mind went on alert instantly. Without thinking, he quickly retreated, trying to create some distance.

But it was all too late.

A sharp, cold light suddenly tore through the morning air, rapidly magnifying on his retina as it drew nearer, instantly filling his entire field of vision.

What a fast sword!

Zhao Feng's pupils contracted sharply. In his haste, he only had time to turn to the side. The next instant, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his right shoulder, and his entire arm, covered in hot blood, flew several meters away, crashing to the ground with a thud.

"ah!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the street, startling the sparrows on the roadside utility poles.

However, in this life-or-death moment, Zhao Feng disregarded the excruciating pain of his severed arm, swiftly retrieved the demonized pistol from his equipment inventory, and almost instinctively pulled the trigger towards Jingzhe.

The bullet burst from the barrel, hurtling towards the boy with a sharp whooshing sound.

To Zhao Feng's utter horror, the other party seemed to have anticipated this, tilting his head slightly as the bullet grazed his ear and embedded itself in the ground behind him, sending up a spray of gravel.

Almost at the same moment as the dodge, Jingzhe swung her sword out again.

At close range, Zhao Feng finally saw the trajectory of the sword light.

With almost a flick of the wrist, the sword light, like lightning tempered with cold, rushed straight towards him, leaving no way to avoid it!

This is... a sword draw!

The moment the thought crossed Zhao Feng's mind, he felt a chill on his neck, and then the world was plunged into eternal darkness.

"thump!"

A head rolled to the ground, rolling four or five meters away. The pale face, tilted upwards, still bore the deep marks of terror and despair.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

It wasn't until Zhao Feng was decapitated that his two henchmen realized what had happened.

Looking at the head lying on the ground with its eyes wide open, the two men turned deathly pale instantly, and fear dispelled the grogginess from their hangover.

"Brother Feng!"

"Kill him!"

With bloodshot eyes, the two roared as they drew their machetes from their waists and pounced on Jingzhe like madmen.

They knew very well that if Zhao Feng died and the murderer escaped, his uncle, who was the vice president of the Black Stone Society, would definitely not let them go.

Despite the two men rushing towards him, Jingzhe remained calm and composed.

A familiar sense of sublimation suddenly swept over my entire body, and a surge of power erupted from within.

In the void, invisible to the naked eye, lines of text appeared one after another.

Name: Jingzhe

Occupation: Executioner

[Level]: 2

【属性】：力量5.5、敏捷5.8、体质3.9、精神2.9（+0.6）、感知3.4

【技能】：行刑标记Lv1（0/100）、血色闪跃Lv1（0/100）、拔刀斩Lv1（24/100）、疾风步Lv1（18/100）

[Talents]: Eye of Judgment, Soul Baptism, Sword Heart Clarity, Lightning Reflexes, Sword Mastery, Avatar, Overclocked Soul, Death Echo

The moment the job change was successful, Jingzhe's agility and strength both exceeded 5 points, officially advancing to Level 2 Executioner.

Blinded by anger and fear, the two henchmen were completely oblivious to the subtle change in the aura emanating from the person in front of them; they simply swung their swords down with contorted faces.

But the next second, a streak of blood-red light flashed around Jingzhe, and he disappeared into thin air.

A flash of crimson light!

The two were stunned for a moment. Before they could react, one of them suddenly felt a chilling coldness on the back of his neck. Then his vision spun and his consciousness sank into darkness.

With an agility of 5.8 and the added boost of Swift Step, Jingzhe's speed is already at its peak.

After taking down one person, he didn't stop, but flashed like a ghost to the other person and brought down another sword strike.

The man only had time to widen his eyes in terror before the sword flashed across his neck. A line of crimson blood slowly appeared, and then with a "thud," both heads crashed to the ground almost simultaneously, instantly staining the ground red with blood.

Without even glancing at the corpse on the ground, Jingzhe shifted her feet and dashed into a nearby alley, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only then did the security guards in front of Huanye Disco snap out of their daze, rushing towards them in a panic while shouting at the top of their lungs into their walkie-talkies.

Wujin Street instantly descended into chaos.