The violent explosion reverberated through the mountains and forests, instantly blasting countless Big and small craters into the mountain, turning vegetation into ashes.
An assassination squad composed of around twenty top-tier killers had set up an ambush in advance. Yet, Jiang Fei swaggered straight into their carefully laid trap and came out completely unscathed!
They had originally assumed that Jiang Fei, having been severely injured during his match with Yagyu Munenori, would be walking into their ambush like a lamb entering a den of wolves—courting his own death. But the reality was the exact opposite. Jiang Fei was no lamb entering a wolf’s den; he was a starving wolf stepping into a flock of sheep!
So many top-tier assassins, having prepared their ambush in advance to catch Jiang Fei off guard. Yet, in just under a minute, not a single one of those whom Jiang Fei wanted dead managed to escape. They all met their end, unable to even flee.
This was the absolute gap in strength—the kind of power befitting someone who had defeated a master like Yagyu Munenori.
These top-tier killers might have seemed formidable, even invincible and untouchable, in the eyes of others. But in Jiang Fei’s view, they were no different from a colony of ants.
No matter how many sheep there are, trying to ambush a starving wolf is nothing but a joke. There was absolutely no chance of success. Did they think this was some cartoon?
The sounds of gunfire quickly died down. The two leaders—the handsome man and the tall man—had been prepared to fight to the death, ready to either succeed or perish. But as they finally saw the reality of the situation, sheer terror gripped them, and all they wanted to do was flee.
They now realized their mistake. Regardless of Jiang Fei’s condition, he was an utterly terrifying existence—far beyond anything they, as assassins, could ever hope to take down.
Facing death, fear inevitably set in, even if they knew escape was impossible.
“Split up!” the two thought, clinging to a desperate strategy.
Jiang Fei’s strength was so overwhelming, it was as if a god had descended. In the blink of an eye, he had effortlessly wiped out their assassination squad. How could they possibly muster any will to resist? If they fled together, they would certainly be caught. Only by splitting up did they stand a chance—however slim—of survival.
As for who would actually make it out alive… that was up to fate.
Watching the two figures scramble away in panic, Jiang Fei, having just dispatched the assassination squad, let out a cold laugh. His form blurred into an afterimage as, with a casual wave of his hand, he conjured two longswords out of snow.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two swords shot through the air like arrows loosed from a bow—only faster, deadlier, and with a far greater range. In an instant, they caught up to the two men, who had barely managed to flee before splitting up.
Both leaders were, in their own right, highly skilled killers, capable of moving across rugged mountain terrain as if on flat ground. So when they heard the sharp whistling behind them and felt the bone-chilling killing intent that sent shivers down their spines, they instantly knew—a lethal strike was upon them.
Unfortunately, despite the cold sweat of terror beading on their foreheads, they were utterly helpless. They couldn’t even dodge.
Thud… Thud…
Two dull, sickening sounds echoed as both men had a leg pierced clean through. Instantly, blood gushed from the wounds like water from a burst pipe.
They let out muffled groans of agony, their bodies trembling, their steps faltering. They nearly collapsed, but neither fell. After a brief pause, they struggled to press forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Once again, two snow-forged longswords tore through the air, piercing their other legs and leaving two more bloody holes. This time, they could no longer run. Without hesitation, they collapsed to their knees.
Before they could even separate, they found themselves just a few meters apart. Their eyes met, and in each other’s gaze, they saw only terror and despair.
There was no escape…
They turned back to see Jiang Fei rapidly closing in. Their eyes met once more, but this time, the murderous intent in them had faded. The handsome man, in particular, now had a look of grim resolve.
Without a word, he suddenly produced a small black sphere. On it was a button—a bomb. It was clear: the handsome man was preparing to take his own life.
If Jiang Fei captured them, death was certain. But if they didn’t willingly divulge information, they would suffer a fate worse than death.
Yet, if they revealed certain secrets about their organization, they might earn a quick death—or even cling to life a little longer. But the retaliation from the “Skynet Organization” was something they could never endure.
Their families, their friends… none of them would be spared.
“Oh?” Jiang Fei’s eyes sharpened. The moment he saw the movement, he instantly understood the handsome man’s intention.
He had already experienced the destructive power of those black bombs earlier—members of the assassination squad had thrown them, and the explosions were terrifying. If this one detonated, both of the prisoners he intended to take alive would likely die!
A flicker of alarm crossed Jiang Fei’s mind. His form blurred into motion. Before the handsome man could press the button, a snow-forged longsword slashed down vertically.
Crack!
Just as the man’s thumb was about to press the button, the blade severed his hand clean off!
“AHHHH—!” The agony of losing a hand tore a scream from the man’s lips, despite his formidable endurance. Blood spurted from his wrist, drenching the ground.
The tall man, who had resigned himself to fate, saw this and felt his pupils contract violently. His facial muscles twitched involuntarily. Before he could react, Jiang Fei was already upon them, his hands moving once more.
But this time, he didn’t conjure any blades. Instead, several silver needles appeared in his hand, which he swiftly inserted into key acupoints on both men. Instantly, they froze in place, completely immobilized, as if struck by a paralysis technique.
“Much better, isn’t it?” Jiang Fei dusted off his hands, showing no sympathy for their pitiful state.
These assassins had already tried to kill him countless times; they were practically his mortal enemies. He had no spare sympathy for them.
With the situation under control, Ye Yuanyuan finally approached. She glared furiously at the severely wounded, immobilized duo, her voice dripping with venom. “Let me take these two back to Jincheng. I’ll make sure to pry their mouths open!”
Jiang Fei shook his head. “No need. Stay out of this. Wait for the Seven Kills group to arrive. That explosion was loud enough—the people trailing us should have heard it.”
Sure enough, less than three minutes after Jiang Fei had finished the fight, a whooshing sound signaled someone’s arrival. A figure with long, flowing hair, moving like a black dragon, rushed over—it was Lion King. He first surveyed the battlefield, confirming there were no other survivors, then approached Jiang Fei, glancing at the two men on the ground. “Jiang Fei, what happened?”
“Just some insignificant pests trying to ambush me. I dealt with them easily,” Jiang Fei said with a smile. “But these so-called ‘pests’—if I’m not mistaken—belong to that so-called ‘Skynet Organization.’ So, Lion King, I’ll have to trouble you to look into it.”
“Consider it done! I’ve heard of this ‘Skynet Organization’ before. They used to operate overseas and never set foot in China, so I ignored them. But if they dare stir up trouble in our country repeatedly, they’re asking for death!” Lion King nodded, exuding an air of absolute authority.
Jiang Fei’s eyes gleamed with killing intent. “Once you have information, let me know. I want to deal with them personally…”
Having been targeted for assassination so many times, even a clay figurine would lose its temper—let alone Jiang Fei.
