“Go to hell,” the coarse voice came from c45’s mouth. His mountain-like body then rushed towards Ye Fengwu at high speed.
Ye Fengwu took a step back with his right foot, his expression already becoming extremely solemn, because this burly man was indeed faster than before.
Not only that, he had exposed all his flaws to Ye Fengwu, it could even be said that he no longer cared about any flaws at all, because he had abandoned defense and become a true killing machine.
Whoosh!
Ye Fengwu retreated with a flick of his body, barely avoiding this punch, but then another huge fist had already rumbled over.
In desperation, Ye Fengwu raised both arms to protect his chest. The next moment, a tremendous force arrived with a boom.
Bang!
With a loud muffled noise, Ye Fengwu's body was sent flying backwards rapidly, his feet sliding ten meters on the ground before he finally steadied himself.
At this moment, he only felt his arms go numb. He was no stranger to fighting superhumans, yet he was still immersed in the excitement of experts contending.
And this man was a superhuman he had always wanted to observe again.
Unintentionally, the corners of Ye Fengwu's lips turned up slightly, and there was not a hint of worry in his eyes, but rather a faint trace of excitement: "What an enviable power, but by abandoning defense and solely attacking, this move is certainly deadly."
Upon hearing this, c45 scoffed disdainfully: "When facing equally matched opponents, abandoning defense is definitely taboo, but you, your strength and speed are close to that of a beginner Qi Warrior, yet you still don't understand Qi, and cannot penetrate my defenses either, so...witness my true power."
As soon as his voice fell, c45 suddenly turned around. His hands grabbed the battered police car behind him.
Roar!
With a roar from c45, the terrifying muscles on his arms bulged, making one’s scalp tingle.
Whoosh!
The next moment, a scene that shocked and horrified everyone occurred. c45 actually lifted the police car up and smashed it towards Ye Fengwu.
In the distance, the eyes of the male and female police officers, along with all onlooking crowds, widened in disbelief, simply unable to believe their eyes.
At this moment, the two officers were reminded again of Ye Fengwu’s earlier warning. If they had rushed into the hotel recklessly back then, they would probably have been smashed into meat paste by this burly man already.
As for that person, how would he respond? With a nearly one-ton car smashing down, its power comparable to real artillery shells, many people had already envisioned a scene of bloody flesh.
Facing the oncoming police car like an artillery shell, Ye Fengwu's expression was calm. Then with a flash, he took the black box off his back.
Bang!
The black box slammed heavily into the ground, leaving a pit in the hard road surface.
Creak Creak!
Then two jet black handles extended from the top of the black box, which looked like two knife hilts based on their shape.
Clang...
Suddenly, Ye Fengwu grasped the hilts with both hands. Accompanied by a clear ringing sound, two ink-black Tang swords appeared before everyone's eyes.
The blades were two and a half feet long and one inch wide, with no blood groove. Faint, bizarre veins could vaguely be seen on the blades.
Although the twin swords were jet black throughout, they still exuded an ominous, spine-chilling sharpness.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees to the distant onlookers, making them involuntarily shiver.
Clang!
A huge metallic cutting sound rang out. The oncoming police car was split in two in an instant, crashing heavily on either side of Ye Fengwu.
"Damn... Good heavens!"
Someone in the crowd burst out in coarse language, full of shock.
Everyone could clearly see that the cut on the police car was extremely neat, as if sliced by some kind of laser weapon.
But they had personally witnessed this police car being sliced in two by a man with swords.
Slap!
In the distance, the male officer slapped himself in the face, his expression utterly foolish. He murmured, "I must be dreaming."
Ye Fengwu held the twin swords, his icy gaze fixed on c45 as he said indifferently, "I said before, abandoning defense is undoubtedly deadly."
In an instant, the expressions of c45 and c46 also became extremely solemn. Obviously they were shocked by this sword strike too.
"What sharp blades. Just who are you?" The contempt in c45's eyes was completely gone. At this moment, he finally started to take the man before him seriously.
Beside him, the bewitching laziness in c46's eyes also vanished, replaced by utmost solemnity. She too used blades, albeit daggers, but with the boost of Qi, she could also slice through some steel. But slicing a car in two was beyond her current Qi level.
Unintentionally, her gaze lingered on the twin swords in Ye Fengwu's hands. The jet black blades seemed somewhat familiar to her.
Suddenly, a trace of apprehension flashed through c46's eyes. She exclaimed in astonishment, "The Ink Wind Twin Blades...you...you're that person!"
c46's sudden cry also made c45 frown slightly. But then it seemed he thought of something, and his rugged face took on a guarded look.
The Ink Wind Twin Blades - if this man's twin swords were really the Ink Wind Twin Blades, then it would be hard to say who would end up dead today.
Because two years ago, the Assassin's Guild already received definite news that during a mission in the Silver Triangle, a young man wielding two black Tang swords had forced eight Qi Warriors to retreat, despite not being a Qi Warrior himself. One of them was even an Intermediate Qi Warrior.
Although they had reservations during that mission and did not slaughter wantonly, that twin sword-wielding man still forced them to withdraw.
If this man was that person, then...things had just become very tricky.
c45 sneered coldly, "Don't forget our mission. Failure means death for us too. Why not properly test our mettle against him? The Ink Wind Twin Blades have some fame, but may not be as incredible as the rumors say."
c46 nodded. Her expression solemn, she walked towards Ye Fengwu and took up positions on his left and right together with c45 before saying, "Since this is so, let us witness whether the Ink Wind Twin Blades are empty reputation or true masterful skill."
Clearly, the two assassins had shifted from initial disregard to joining forces now, such was their wariness towards the twin swords in Ye Fengwu's hands.
Swish!
Ye Fengwu lifted the twin swords. "Coming at me together? That suits me just fine," he said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fengwu flashed towards c45's towering figure. With a black glint, the icy sharpness of the blade chopped straight for c45's head.
Not daring to underestimate it, c45 tilted his head to dodge this strike, knowing the blades' sharpness well.
Puchi!
A bloody arc rose from c45's shoulder. Ye Fengwu's sword was so fast that although he had avoided the fatal blow, he couldn't get his whole body out of the way.
And the Qi he had always prided himself on before ordinary people was rendered useless before Ye Fengwu's twin swords.
Whoosh!
Enduring the pain in his shoulder, c45 exerted all his might to punch savagely at Ye Fengwu's solar plexus.
"Too slow," Ye Fengwu's dismissive ridicule rang out. Facing this fierce punch, he twisted his body and narrowly avoided it.
Although this assassin was an Elementary Qi Warrior, he had clearly never undergone Ye Fengwu's devilish training in combat and reaction speed all these years.
So in terms of reaction speed and combat technique, he could not compare to Ye Fengwu at all.
Ye Fengwu pursued the pinnacle of the human body. No one could imagine the tremendous training he had undergone to achieve perfection.
For muscular strength, he had carried 200 kg while crossing a 10 km wide river, nearly losing his life amidst the roiling waves.
To train reaction speed, relying solely on his twin swords, he had deflected sniper bullets, leaving countless bullet holes on his body.
It could be said that in this world, there would absolutely not be a second Ye Fengwu.
If he were given another chance, Ye Fengwu would absolutely not have the courage to choose this path again.
But effort is rewarded, and after years of extreme training, Ye Fengwu had become perfect, so perfect that there was not the slightest flaw.
"Die..."
Ye Fengwu shouted lightly, and his twin blades burst open like a clap of thunder.
Swish!
In an instant, a large swath of blood arrows spurted out from above c45's shoulders and below his head, and closely following that, a huge head went rolling down.
This was Ye Fengwu's fighting style. He would not miss any of his enemy's openings. Fighting a life and death struggle with Ye Fengwu, any opening from the enemy would surely be fatal.
Looking at c45 who had been instantly killed, the bewitching face of c46 instantly paled a few shades. She had thought that the two of them joining hands would surely be able to fight this person for a while, but how could she have expected that he, with twin blades in hand, could instantly kill c45 who had the strength of a junior Gu Warrior.
At this moment, she finally believed that the rumors of him forcing eight Gu Warriors to retreat by joining hands were indeed not exaggerated at all.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
