At the same time, Brian Carter's body swayed again, and another punch, like a shooting star, traced an arc through the air and landed heavily on the face of another man at his side who was raising a knife to strike him, but had only managed to swing halfway. The young man was instantly sent flying, spitting blood.

After throwing two punches, Brian Carter finally swept his gaze left and right, only to see several men, also forcing themselves to stand despite the pain, preparing to attack again. But now, all of them looked at him with pale faces, their movements coming to an abrupt halt.

Without the slightest hesitation, Brian Carter stepped forward, entering the breathing rhythm he used during cultivation. Whenever he saw someone propping themselves up in a half-sitting position, he would smash down with a punch, sending them flying and spitting blood.

In just a few breaths, there was no one left in the living room who could stand upright except for himself and Jason Bennett, who was huddled by the window.

Only then did Brian Carter's expression change. He looked down and saw that his jeans, from below the calf, were already soaked with blood, the stained fabric a shocking sight.

A wave of intense pain radiated from the wound, making him sigh on the spot. He still wasn't skilled enough—this was his first time using the basic fist technique, and being able to do what he just did was already his limit. He could sweep through most people as easily as autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves, but he couldn't make every punch hit a vital spot, nor could he ensure that every blow would leave the opponent unable to get up again.

After all, he had only managed to quickly familiarize himself with this set of techniques thanks to Slaughter's memories, not because he had truly mastered them like Slaughter.

Chapter 012 Bandaging

After all, Brian Carter had only just stepped into the first level of the human realm, having cultivated for just over a week. Although he was now stronger than ordinary people, his strength was still limited.

When he was suddenly ambushed at the end of his punching sequence, he hadn't managed to dodge in time.

Still, even though someone had slashed his leg, leaving him seriously injured and bleeding profusely, Brian Carter remained calm and unafraid in the face of such a scene.

In Slaughter's memories, that guy had suffered all kinds of injuries thousands upon thousands of times. Which time wasn't skin split open and flesh torn? Compared to that, being slashed once, and not even deeply, was nothing more than a mosquito bite.

Not to mention, Brian Carter himself hadn't exactly been a goody-two-shoes before—he'd been in plenty of fights and had bled before.

“What should I do? You're bleeding! What should I do? I'll call 120 right now, hang in there!”

Just as Brian Carter was looking at his calf, Jason Bennett spoke up nervously, immediately rushing over and half-squatting beside Brian Carter, tears in her eyes as she looked at his lower leg, frantically pulling out her phone.

“It's nothing, just a small wound, it's no big deal.” Brian Carter said calmly. Although the wound hurt a lot, he could feel that as he continued his breathing in that strange rhythm, the bleeding had already slowed, and even the pain was gradually lessening. This made him pause in surprise—could this technique also have a healing effect?

“You…” Jason Bennett was dumbfounded by his calm words, half-squatting in front of Brian Carter and looking up at him. This man had just been slashed, blood pouring out, and yet he was so calm? She was just a bystander and was already scared out of her wits, nearly terrified to death. How could he be so unfazed, as if nothing had happened?

“Really, it's fine. I just need to rest for a bit. The cut isn't deep.” Brian Carter chuckled again. With his continued breathing, he really did feel the bleeding slow and the pain lessen. But his cultivation rhythm was almost interrupted, because Jason Bennett, half-squatting there and looking up, had her collar slightly parted, revealing a faint glimpse of fair, full curves. The sight made little Zhao's heart pound wildly.

The bulging area was right in front of Jason Bennett's pretty face, only a few centimeters away. Watching the movement just centimeters away, Jason Bennett's already dazed face became even more stunned, then instantly flushed red. She let out a soft “tsk” and quickly lowered her head.

This guy still had such thoughts at a time like this—truly both laughable and exasperating.

“Don't move, let me bandage you.”

A moment later, the people scattered around the room had all disappeared, each one dragged out by Brian Carter with a steel pipe, waking them up with a hit and sending them away.

To be honest, at that moment, he suddenly felt a murderous urge.

He really wanted to kill everyone in the room and destroy the evidence, because he knew that if he let them go, they might come back for revenge. Wouldn't it be better to just kill them all and be done with it?

This thought was so abrupt that it startled Brian Carter, and what shocked him even more was that, after thinking it over, he didn't feel much wrong with it. On the contrary, he felt that even if he killed them, it wouldn't matter—after all, those people had tried to beat him to death first.

But the problem was, this was murder.

He hadn't been a good kid before, had fought plenty, and had bled before. He'd been ruthless and fierce in fights, but he'd never thought about killing anyone. So why did it suddenly seem like no big deal now?

After thinking it over, Brian Carter could only give a wry smile, realizing this was the result of being influenced by Slaughter's memories. It wasn't that Slaughter's memories or consciousness had taken over, but that he had actively reviewed those memories, watching as Slaughter slaughtered billions of living beings without batting an eye. That guy's thousand years of memories were filled with killing humans and other creatures—it was just routine. And when recalling those memories, it felt as if he himself had done those things, as if he had once slaughtered so many lives.