Young Master System: My Mother Is the Matriarch-Chapter 51 - : Blood and Chrome

The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid stench of fear. The once-bustling street had transformed into a nightmarish tableau of chaos and carnage. Bodies lay strewn across the cobblestones, their lifeless forms twisted in grotesque poses. The cries of the dying mingled with the panicked shouts of those still clinging to life, creating a cacophony that echoed through the narrow alleyways.

Leng Yue moved with the precision of a predator, her chrome swords glinting in the dim light as they sliced through flesh and bone with ease. Her expression was one of cold detachment, her eyes gleaming with a feral hunger for bloodshed. Each swing of her blades sent limbs flying, painting the surrounding walls and ground with crimson streaks. The sound of steel meeting flesh was punctuated by the sickening thud of severed limbs hitting the ground.

As she dispatched another foe, her sharp eyes caught sight of a figure darting away from the fray. Tao Long, a lackey of the Zhou clan, was fleeing with all the speed his legs could muster. His face was pale, his eyes wide with terror as he glanced over his shoulder, desperate to put as much distance between himself and the slaughter as possible.

Leng Yue's lips curled into a faint smirk, but she made no move to pursue him. Instead, she turned her attention back to the remaining adversaries, her blades whirling in a deadly dance. Nearby, Li Wei stood amidst the chaos, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the devastation he wrought. His eyes followed Tao Long's retreating form, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"Leave him be," Li Wei said, his voice steady and unhurried, as though he were discussing the weather rather than the fate of a fleeing enemy. His subordinate, a fair lady with a string of blood running down her cheek, hesitated for a moment before nodding in silent obedience.

Li Wei's gaze lingered on the street where Tao Long had disappeared. "He will surely alert the nearby reinforcements stationed at the Shen clan," he mused, his tone almost conversational. "However, I have already made some arrangements."

The words were laced with a quiet confidence that sent a shiver down the spine of anyone who heard them. Li Wei's mind was always several steps ahead, his plans meticulously calculated. He turned his attention back to the battlefield, where the last remnants of the Zhen forces were attempting to make a hasty retreat.

With a fluid motion, Li Wei raised his left hand, his fingers splayed as though grasping at the air itself. The Qi in the vicinity responded to his command, swirling around him in a vortex of energy. The wind howled, a deafening roar that drowned out the screams of the dying. Debris from the surrounding buildings was torn from its resting place, pulled into the maelstrom as though drawn by an invisible force.

Innocent bystanders, caught in the crossfire, stared in wide-eyed terror as the gale materialized out of nowhere. A merchant clutching a bundle of goods dropped to his knees, his face pale as he watched the chaos unfold. A child, separated from her parents, wailed in fear, her cries lost in the cacophony.

The Zhen clan commander, a grizzled veteran with a face etched with lines of worry, barked orders at his men. "Retreat! Fall back!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation. But his words were barely audible over the roar of the wind. Some of the troops needed no urging; they were already in full flight, their boots pounding against the cobblestones as they fled for their lives.

Yet their efforts were in vain. The gale only grew stronger, its radius expanding until it enveloped the entire street. The wind whipped around Li Wei like a living thing, a tempest that left no room for escape. His right hand moved with deliberate slowness, fingers curling as though grasping an invisible weapon. The air around him shimmered, coalescing into a massive whip that crackled with energy.

The whip lashed out with blinding speed, its form resembling the sinuous tail of a serpent. It struck the fleeing soldiers with brutal efficiency, reducing them to little more than mangled corpses. The first to fall were those who had believed themselves safe, their bodies torn apart by the force of the blow. Blood sprayed through the air, painting the ground in a macabre mosaic of red.

The commander watched in horror as his men were cut down one by one. His voice rose in a desperate plea, urging them to stand their ground, but his words fell on deaf ears. The soldiers, many of whom had no true loyalty to the Zhen or Shen clans, were more concerned with their own survival. Some openly defied him, turning their backs on the battle and attempting to flee using whatever techniques they could muster.

But Leng Yue was already on the move. Her figure blurred as she darted through the chaos, her chrome swords flashing in the dim light. She moved with the grace of a predator, her strikes precise and deadly. The sound of steel meeting flesh was accompanied by the sickening crunch of bone as she cut down her enemies with ruthless efficiency.

The scene was one of utter carnage. Severed limbs littered the ground, their owners reduced to lifeless husks. One unfortunate bystander, a man in fine yellow robes, let out a blood-curdling scream as a severed leg landed on his head, drenching him in blood. He stumbled backward, his hands clutching at his face as he tried to wipe away the gore.

The local guards, their armor gleaming in the dim light, finally arrived on the scene. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide with shock as they took in the devastation. The chief guard, a burly man with a stern expression, stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He opened his mouth to issue a command, but his words died in his throat as he caught sight of Li Wei.

The young man stood amidst the chaos, his expression calm and composed. The gale around him had subsided, but the air still crackled with residual energy. The chief guard hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to retreat. His comrade, a younger man with a nervous expression, grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't," the younger guard whispered, his voice trembling. "We can't stop this. Not now."

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The chief guard clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he struggled with the decision. But in the end, he nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. The two men retreated, their steps hurried as they sought to distance themselves from the carnage.

As the guards disappeared into the shadows, Li Wei turned his attention back to the battlefield. His eyes scanned the scene, taking in the destruction with a sense of satisfaction. The Zhen forces had been decimated, their ranks reduced to little more than a memory. The Shen clan's reinforcements would soon arrive, but Li Wei was ready.

A faint smile played on his lips as he glanced at Leng Yue. The ice-cool maiden stood amidst the carnage, her blades dripping with blood. Her eyes met his, and for a moment, there was a silent understanding between them. The battle was far from over, but they were prepared.

The night was still young, and the streets would run red with blood before the dawn.