The old man will look curious but say "Sure, I'll show you my favorite bar then you can pay for a night at my inn" the old man will grin
"Sounds…perfect" he will say following the old man
Walking over to the bar with the old man he continued ranting about what would be better for the town and the sect
"You keep going on about this sect but…what makes them great warriors?" Jinhong will ask
"Their martial arts of course" the old man will say
And jinhong will continue probing "Why?"
"Well from what they have told us they have the perfect balance of offense and defense" the old man will say as they turn into an alleyway
Jinhong following will hear footsteps behind him
In front of him the old man is smirking holding a small dagger
The old man will speak "You shouldnt trust others so blindly young one…it can lead to situations like this"
Jinhong is kinda stunned "…damn and here i was thinking you were a good person and should resist my urges" he will say
In his mind he is already justifying what he is about to do 'They threatened me…and it only right i retaliate…right? And why waste a meal if it came at the cost of someones life' he will think his crimson hand flexing
A distinct cracking noise will reverberate throughout the alley as he hunches over more and more
The people behind him clearly arnt worried as they try to grab his shoulder
Once it lands there is a flash of crimson…
Jinhong's shoulder is coated in blood as the man's hand is now missing from the wrist down
And as if by instinct he takes off his mask already puttint the morsel into his mouth
"Aaah…AAAAGH, AAAAAAAA!" The man screams clutching his hand
"You're the ones who took me to a remote area…its your own fault help wont come" he will say between bites as he turns around and slashes at the man's throat…
A fountain of blood sprays as jinhong observes the situation
Three men and one old man…well only 2 men left now
One trys to scream and run while the other takes up his knife with fear etched onto every fiber of his being
And in a blur jinhong runs past the man who wants to fight pinning the runner while biting into his neck…tearing a chunck of flesh out
The man slowly drowns in a pool of his own blood as jinhong once again turns around…staring the short old man and the lanky fighter down
"How stupid…do you have to be…to be a thief in murim. You dont know if somebody practices martial arts…hell me wearing a wolf head should have told you all i was some type of martial artist with how fucking weird it is" he will snarl
And as the fighter goes to open his mouth jjnhong will lunge at him
But this one has better instincts…
*Schick*
His dagger is embedded into jinhong's abdomen
But this didnt stop jinhong as he seings his red arm with a sharp thumb poking out…right into the mans skull
Severing the brainstem instantly
Wrenching the dagger out of his gut he will turn to the old man
The old man instantly layed down his weapon and bowed "great sir i made a grave mistake, please find it in your heart to forgive me" the old man was shivering like a leaf in the wind
And jinhong slowly approaching…will gently lay a hand on his shoulder
Then another hand grabs his hair as he pulls in opposite directions
Tearing the man apart while he is still alive
Skin stretches and tears while you can hear the spine being pulled apart
Then the last bit of resistance…the muscles are also torn ripping off his head
And so jinhong will stand there, hunched over looking more beast then man
Before diving into a feast
***The next day from the pov of a serenity sect investigator***
He will walk upon the scene with a look of utter callousness
Seeing blood strewn everywhere he will think 'we have a messy eater… definitely the work of the demon'
And he will close the case there
After all why should he care if its wrong, its given them more ammo to go after this crimson demon
And he will wak back to his sect, reporting the matter to the elder in charge of protecting the city
"Sir, the crimson demon has killed again…he has grown more bold and there are four kills this time" he will say bowing before the man
The elder will nod "I thought he would strike again…ill bring this matter to the higher ups. Youre dismissed for now"
***Jinhong pov***
His body feels amazing…energized…better then ever
But his mind? Toremented by what he is forced to do
"E-even if they were bad people…what i must do to even live is cruel" he will say in a fetal position in the woods…each death weighing on his mind
While he accepted what he had to do…could he ever accept what he will have to do in the future
Trying to run from his problems he will look to his hand "…should i try making a martial art that suits me? Maybe if i do i can defend myself from some cultivators he will justify
He will slowly get up and try just hitting a tree first, using his red beast like hand it will carve out grooves into the tree not much deeper then an inch, and so he will try to change the way he swings, his stance, the way he hits it from spearhand, to fist, and back to a tiger like open hand slash
Wach adjustment give minimal progress it's obvious its much harder to make a martial art then he thought
Only when he is about to give up will he remember qi exists
"Oh yea…i got alot more qi after…yesterday" he will say
And so he will channel that qi to his arm coating it and swinging it at the tree
And there is a slight improvement but not great
"What if i tried to solidify it into a blade? Or i could try keeping the qi inside my hand…" he will think and think as the day continues